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A/N Thank
you for your reviews EvaNone and Sneakyfox, you really made
my day.

Sneakyfox,� Now you made me blush (the wow part). Good thing that you enjoy seeing
Severus panic, because I enjoy it too. I feel slightly guilty for the non-con
part, though. Snape has big enough emotional baggage to deal with without it.
But we can�t have the author salivating all over Voldemort (and believe me, I
was starting to do that), now can we?��

My apologies, for the long wait. I started something else, and with real
life after me it all lead to leaving this story behind. The chapter is a filler, but it is needed for the plot to go on. Sorry for
that. Enough ramblings. Enjoy.

P.S. I am eager for any kind of criticism.

Chapter 8

Sharing knowledge

The golden trio was sitting on the couch in the
Room of Requirement playing exploding snap. It has been more than two hours since
Harry and Hermione left the ferret near the stone gargoyle,
yet were was still no sight of him.

�I say, the git stood
us up.� Proclaimed the red head after Harry has won yet another match. Lady
luck was favoring the golden boy so much it was almost suspicious. Alas she
always did that and Ron was getting used to that.

�Missed me, Weasley?� The ferret asked sending him
inquiring smile. The blond somehow managed to open the door at the same exact
moment as the redhead opened his mouth. Damn his luck. Ferret looked like he
always did, pompous bastard that he was, but slight uncharacteristic stiffness
of his shoulders told Ron that something was amiss. Not that he cared. Not in
the least.

XXX

��What
happened?� Both Harry and Hermione asked at the same moment. Draco sat in front
of them and started his report.

�I waited for about twenty minutes before professor Snape appeared. It
was pure torture, by the way.� Weasley snorted. Hermione moved closer and
patted his hair. But who were he to understand Draco�s
pains. After all, they were Gryffindors.

�Sitting in front of the twinkling
old coot and consuming lemon drop after lemon drop, so that Dumbledore wouldn�t
feel inclined to start a conversation. The old coot was still was inclined,
however. But at least Draco didn�t have to replay with his mouth full. And it
also helped with his nerves. How he managed to live through those more than two
whole months of waiting, of not-knowing, and still not loose his sanity nor
loose hope, the blond had no idea.

�Then the man finally did appear.
He was clad in the notorious robes, now way too big for him, so young,
vulnerable, different, but still his godfather. The Slytherin had squeezed the
armpits until his knuckles became white, so as not to jump from the chair and
bloody sappy hug the man. Not that he himself had anything against hugging, but
the professor was like his father - too old-fashioned, stern and uptight to
accept a hug. Besides, hugging his own father? That
would feel way too weird.

�He said he had no idea why his appearance changed and that he spent all
this time he was imprisoned by You-Know-Who. He suspected that You-Know-Who did
not know the reason for his change either, but was very interested by it.
That�s why despite finding out that professor Snape was traitor as apparently
his dark mark disappeared��

The remark was followed by gasps of surprise. No
wonder, Dumbledore himself couldn�t believe it then his godfather showed
him his markless arm. Draco was more astonished at the age factor. But that was not the point,
both changes were impossible in the real life. And Luna was greatest example
that caring too much for the mysteries of surreal could be harmful.

�So, despite knowing his true allegiance, You-Know-Who left him alive.
To ensure that professor did not escape You-Know-Who placed a cursed bracelet
on his hand, binding his magic.� Draco continued. He frowned, recalling
Dumbledore�s clouded expression after the coot touched damned bracelet with his
wand tip. The old coot said, �he had some investigation to do before attempting
to break the curse�, apologized to his godfather and then tried to brush it all
off, but the usual twinkle did not return to his eyes.��

�Then there was the fact, what to tell the students. After long
discussions we finally decided that professor would be introduced during supper
as Phoebus
Prince, his own nephew from his mother side of the family. Supposedly, he was
home tutored, already passed his NEWTs and came to
Hogwarts to research. That way he still could live in his old quarters and he
wouldn�t need to attend classes.�

Remembering the deplorable state of his godfather�s apartment Draco
frowned again. If he were to get wrinkles it would all be to that damned stubborn
man. He�d personally hoped that Dumbledore would insist on his godfather living
in the Slytherin living quarters, but the old coot was too happy to have him
back to force such sensible and salubrious decision onto him.

By the looks of it Harry and Hermione were also not too happy with the
decision. Weasley, however, having neither seen Snape�s
living quarters nor having heard of them was completely at a loss. He
was looking at them with dumbfound expression question �what did I miss?� all
but written on his forehead. Clearly, not having to attend classes was
redhead�s dream come true not something to be somber about.�

�After that, Dumbledore convinced Severus to visit Madam Pomfrey.� With
how much time and effort it took to do that it was no wonder that old coot
tended to bend to Severus wishes. And even then the stubborn man agreed to go
to the hospital wing he claimed to do that �in the short run�, so in the end
they all but dragged him towards it. More so��On our way to the Hospital wing,
professor Snape suddenly became very pale and wouldn�t take a step further.
When we asked what was wrong, he replied that he �didn�t react well to blood�.�
He himself didn�t react well to those words that might as well been a quotation
from that damned storybook. More disconcerting was the fact that there were
still more than a few hundred meters till the Hospital wing.

��So, I went to check on the
situation in the Hospital wing and Dumbledore stayed behind with professor. Madam
Pomfrey was tending after three third years all covered in gashes. After I said
that Dumbledore wanted to know what happened, she almost snapped. Claimed that
they were attacked by the imps! during Care of Magical Creatures class.� Went on with how dangerous the class has
become, with the creatures all agitated and ready to attack. How potions failed
to work and that Dumbledore should know better than allow �that cursed class�
to continue to be taught. After that Dumbledore asked me to tell you to come to
his office today at eight, and rushed to calm down the harpy, while Phoebus
Prince went back to his living
quarters.� Dumbledore also asked his godfather to come to his office at eight,
the man sneered hearing this, the resemblance to his old self clear as day in
his expression, but Draco wasn�t about to ruin the surprise.

�The abundance of accidents is really concerning. We were at Hagrid�s yesterday and even he mentioned how unrest
creatures of the Forbidden forest have become. It can�t be all due to the foul
weather. Maybe we should look into it? � started Hermione after a moment of
shared silence.

�Shouldn�t we be more concerned about the legend, first? We agreed to
talk about it, after we saved professor.� Draco contradicted her, more than
eager to hear of Harry and Weasley�s discoveries. The
glint in Hemione�s eyes told him that the golden trio
hasn�t discussed it in his absence. �How honorable, honest and Gryffindor
like.� He sneered at the thought, but smiled despite himself. The strange
social habits of the griffins were growing onto him.

�We did. And we will. All the more it is important, when it became
almost glaringly obvious that Snape could be the being mentioned in the story.�
Dear Harry, he could be both so annoying and fetching then he got into the
leader act.

�I don�t see the point in all this since, the greasy git
cannot possibly be kirin,
aside from the proud part he is nothing like them. Benevolent,
forgiving and just?� The redhead objected.

�Not everything in the story needs to be true to this situation. Still
we�d like to hear what you have found out during your research.� Hermione
appeased him and the redhead mellowed in the presence of her attention. Draco
would have puked if not for the fact that he was dying to find out what the
Weasel managed to decipher from the book he�d spent whole two days rewriting.
True, he did with a spell, but still, bloody true-heir charm.

�OK, so we think that Merlin was a seer and saw You-Know-Who take over
the Great Britain,
so he searched for a way to prevent it.� �Voldemort� mouthed Harry and Draco
rolled his eyes. �He somehow managed to open a portal to another dimension. It
was a flat world with 5 or maybe 6 islands, rulled
many gods and 12 autocratic immortal kings, they suite, government members and
the like were also immortal and magic was in the open. The world itself greatly
resembled ancient China,
with slavery, no technology, rise field and things like that. The magic was
more volatile than that of our world. It was sometimes bound in swords and
things like that, but that is not the usual practice. Things like magical
storms and magical beasts are more common.�

�More to the point please.� Draco interrupted him. Weasel turned red but
didn�t snap back. More so, he minded his comment. Was the world coming to an
end?

��The kings would be chosen by immortal unicorn
like creatures � kirins - that could also become humans, like animagus� only in
reverse way.� So as I said, those kirins were
basically like unicorns: proud, skittish, benevolent, just etc. They also hated
blood and wouldn�t bow to anyone but the king that they chose. So, to save the Britain
form You-Know-Who, Merlin went to the local ruler god Tentei and pleaded him
for help. And so this god promised to give him a kirin of his own, a black one � thus more powerful
and called kokki. Whomever this kokki
chooses � that is bows and swears his allegiance to - will become immortal and
supposedly the ruler of Britain.
And he would be able to grant immortality to his followers too. �

�The kirin would fall
ill and eventually die if their chosen kings do something that is against the
god�s written rules or if their oppress the people who their rule too much.
After the death of kirin the
king would also die few months after, but I don�t know what would happen to all
the other immortals. All immortals, except for the gods, would die if their heads
are cut or hearts stabbed, through. So the situation is not as hopeless as it
seems.� Added Harry, and bless him for that. Because, that was what he really
wanted to know: how to kill his own godfather.

�The problem is that neither do I want my godfather to die, nor do I
wish to go into the so called immortal�s hunt.� �Well put Draco.� He mentally
congratulated himself.

�More so, if this chosen �king� will have the power to grant
immortality, this promise of the eternal life, far more real than any religion
could offer, would be more that enough to buy him innumerable amount of blind
followers. It would be simply impossible to get through all of them, to reach
anyone any of the new nobility. And if this �king� or anyone of his suite were
to ever reveal themselves to the muggle world, they
would also risk religious wars on top of it all.�

�Oh, wondrous visions of the future. So, how exactly we stop it, if it happens?�
Asked the redhead and reduced both Draco and Hermione into silence. The
situation really seemed hopeless, was there a need to rub that? Yet what are
the heroes for, it not answering stupid questions. And Harry did not
disappoint. �We don�t. We simply don�t let it happen.��

TBC ��

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