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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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

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.

The room of requirement

Chapter eight

Just another day

Wednesday

Of course he had not believed Potter last night, when he had told him that he had not known why he had been unable to sleep, that he simply had been thinking things through.

Well, yes. He had believed him that he had thought things through, and it had been a good thing that the teen had done so, but he had known at the same time that this had not been the only reason for his inability to sleep.

And well, he had been right. It had taken him some time and a few well placed questions, comments and at least even threats, but he had gotten the answers he had been looking for and he had been seething with rage and fury. He'd actually had to restrain himself, keeping himself from snapping at the boy in this written form of their conversation – or to apparate to Private Drive at once.

Flashback

Darkmaster: How worse is the condition you are in really, Potter?

justharry: Why do you ask, Darkmaster?

Darkmaster: Considering the fact that you are unable to sleep, I guess that your condition is worse than usual at your relatives' house.

justharry: nice said, 'at my relatives' house'.

justharry: I surely would have retched if you had said 'at home'

Darkmaster: I thought so.

Darkmaster: So, well?

justharry: I'm just fine, Darkmaster, so stop worrying.

Darkmaster: I am tempted to apparate to your house, Potter, just to make sure you really are.

justharry: you can't!

justharry: you can't do that!

Darkmaster: And why ever not. Potter?

justharry: Uncle Vernon would kill me the moment you did!

Darkmaster: Potter!

Darkmaster: I wouldn't let him. Don't you think that I would be able to keep you safe?

justharry: just don't do it!

justharry: please!

Darkmaster: Then just tell me the truth, Potter!

There were a few minutes – again – during which he could do nothing but to wait and the more time passed the surer he got that Potter's condition had to be worse than he dared to admit. Not a thought that set him at ease and a few times he was tempted to simply snap at the boy, to demand an answer or to even apparate to Private Drive immediately.

He was conversing with Potter at a daily basis now since a week.

He had come home on Wednesday last week and he had entered the 'room of requirement' for the first time the same evening. So yes, he knew meanwhile Potter's ways of writing – and he knew meanwhile that sometimes he just had to wait for an answer, that the boy would answer, even if it took him some time to find the words. Or the courage.

The term had ended on Saturday morning and – just as every year – it had taken him the entire weekend and Monday to grade the last essays and to hand in the final grades to Albus. On Tuesday evening they'd had their usual end-of-term staff dinner, and on Wednesday he had been packing and flooing to Prince Manor.

He had inherited the manor from his grandfather the moment his mother had died. And the moment his mother had died the older Prince had invited him to live there, as he had known that Tobias Snape had been a rather – unpleasant – person. But he had refused, unable to admit that he was mistreated at home. Unable to accept the kindness the older Prince had showed towards him, too deep in the thick already to accept his grandfather's help.

But he often had visited the manor and his grandparents throughout the years until they had died and he always had been glad to replenish his energies for an afternoon or for a weekend until he got back to his drunken and abusive father. He knew that he was an unpleasant person, but at the same time he wondered how unpleasant he would be if he hadn't had his grandparents after his mother's death.

justharry: I'm tired, and I'm in pain, ok?

Darkmaster: I do not see what there would be ok with being tired and unable to sleep, or in pain.

justharry: sorry

Darkmaster: Whatever for, Potter?

justharry: for bothering you

Darkmaster: If you remember correctly, I did ask you, so you did not bother me. What exactly hurts and how bad is it?

justharry: *sigh*

justharry: everything, somehow, I guess

Darkmaster: I expected as much from our earlier conversations. But what hurts worse? I want to know so I can think of something.

justharry: my ribs

justharry: and my stomach

Darkmaster: What is it with your ribs and your stomach?

He hopefully was not right with what he feared. The boy was beaten at home. By an uncle that was large and fat, and surely strong enough to break bones or to cause internal injuries. Yes, he knew Vernon Dursley. He had met him years ago when Lily had dragged him to her sister for dinner one time. And he had met him again at Kings Cross station a few times where this whale of a man had picked up Potter for the summer holidays. So, yes – he knew that this man would be able to break bones if he beat someone, and a fragile child such as Potter no less.

And if that was the case, then Potter needed help at once and not in a few weeks when school started.

justharry: *shruggingshoulders*

justharry: guess there are some broken

This time it was him who wasn't able to write back immediately and he blinked at the monitor for a few times. Potter wrote about it, as if it was a normal occurrence. But broken ribs, that was serious. The boy could be lucky that none of them had pierced his lungs. What they surely hadn't or otherwise the boy wouldn't be alive anymore. Would he?

Darkmaster: And you do not seem to bother about this fact. Do you know how serious this is, Potter?

justharry: listen, Darkmaster, it isn't the first time, ok? It happens every summer and I can deal with it.

Darkmaster: No, you listen, Potter. To remain there is just too dangerous. Do you have a death wish?

justharry: I live there since twelve years now and I have survived them since twelve years. So I will survive them further as long as I do

justharry: nothing stupid that would anger them. So stop worrying, I'll be fine. It will take a few days back at Hogwarts until I'm fine, but

justharry: I will be fine then.

Since twelve years!

Well, yes. He had known that Potter lived with his relatives since that damn Halloween night twelve years ago. But the way Potter wrote about it … the way … he somehow had not imagined that the abuse had happened for such a long time. Somehow he had …

Darkmaster: Potter, when did the abuse start? And don't even think about lying to me.

justharry: *shruggungshoulders*

justharry: dunno, I think from the start on. I can remember I had my first broken ribs when I was three.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything Snape sighed – and cursed.

Three! The boy had been three years old when he had gained his first broken ribs from this monster! A three year old child that had been beaten until he'd had broken ribs! alone the thought made him ill and he couldn't help closing his eyes for a moment. And right now he had broken ribs again – and he was sure that it wasn't the first time since then either. Well, Potter had said so, so it actually wasn't the first time.

Alone the thought that someone beat a child, and to a point where said child was unable to sleep because he was in pain! And he was sure that THAT was the real reason as to why the boy was unable to sleep. It was a horrifying thought. Yes, he was used to abused children, had dealt with them in his house often enough. But rarely the abuse went as far as in this case. Rarely the children were unable to sleep because they were in too much pain. It happened from time to time. Broken bones, injuries that had not healed until they came back to Hogwarts, and sleepless nights because of the pain. But it was rare. And it never was a constant situation.

Darkmaster: You will go to your aunt first thing tomorrow morning so she can take you to a hospital.

justharry: *laugh*

Blinking again in near shock Snape shook his head angrily.

Darkmaster: What pray tell, Potter, is there to laugh about!

justharry: I would earn my next beating the moment I asked her to get me to a hospital or a doctor, so, no, I surely won't do so

Darkmaster: They actually deny you medical care, Potter?

justharry: in their eyes I'm nothing but a freakish and abnormal thing that doesn't deserve medical care, but that's nothing new to me

justharry: either. They wouldn't waste a penny on me

End flashback

He had been close to ignore everything and to immediately apparating to Privet Drive, but somehow the damn brat had managed to talk this out of him, against his common sense and against his knowledge that the boy needed help, and that he needed help badly. However he had managed this. The brat clearly should have belonged into his house. Not only because Slytherin was the house of the abused children, but because the boy was as cunning and as sly as a true Slytherin would be.

Well, living in an abusive household – that made a person cunning and sly in order to prevent more beatings, humiliation and maybe even death. But honestly, he had not managed to go to sleep the moment Potter finally had left – at half past two in the morning – and he had been sitting in his library, a glass of whiskey in his hands, worrying and thinking.

Why was it anyway that he worried as much as he actually did? Potter was not one of his Slytherins.

'But the boy could belong into your house.' A small voice whispered in his head. 'The boy should be yours.'

And he had to admit, this small voice in his head was right. Potter should be in his house. The boy should be his.

But he wasn't. And now he worried about him as much as he would worry about his Slytherins. In fact, he had to admit that he worried even more about that damn Potter boy than he ever had worried about his snakes.

[justharry enters the room of requirement at 9:37 pm]

[justharry gets op-rights from the founders]

founders: hello justharry, nice to see you this evening ... want a coke ? ... |_| ...

Well, if you speak of the devil then he comes along … he couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief at seeing the boy.

justharry: good evening everyone ...

Gryffidean: hugs justharry to the ground

justharry: hi Gryffidean ... *hugsbackwithafrown*

Finnigan01: thrilled seeing you justharry

justharry: thrilled ? hm ... I guess you don't know me really, Finnigan01 , if you can be thrilled over my presence here ...

Darkmaster is listening with great interest to all this hugging.

Finnigan01: well, I just like everyone who greets me, justharry

justharry: ^.~ ... I might be a really dark and evil human being, Finnigan01 ... but at least I am polite ... I always do greet others ...

Darkmaster: Dark and evil. I do know a certain teacher that is considered more dark and evil than you claim to be, justharry.

justharry: professor Snape might wear black all the times, but he isn't any darker than any of us is, Darkmaster.

Gryffidean: yes Finnigan01 … I can confirm that … justharry always greets - before he kills you^^

Darkmaster: I am sure he would be close to a heart attack if he would read this sentence of yours, justharry.

justharry: then you better don't tell him, Darkmaster. I wouldn't want him to die.

justharry: but honestly, people say he's dark just because he looks scary and because of his snarky humor. But they don't know him.

Darkmaster: But you do, Potter?

Finnigan01: is watching from Darkmaster to justharry and back again

justharry: no. I do not know him, Darkmaster. But I refuse to call him dark just because of his appearance. I don't know how he really is.

Gryffidean: is watching from Darkmaster to justharry and back again too

justharry: ^.~

justharry: something like that, Gryffidean ...

Darkmaster: Are you done yet with your tree now? Gryffidean?

Gryffidean: :-))

Gryffidean: well, Darkmaster I am still with the seventh son of the seventh son!

Darkmaster: In other words, you still are with Adam und Eva, Gryffidean.

justharry: oh, you're listening to Maiden, Gryffidean ...

Gryffidean: in other words the nephew-son who is at the same time the cousin from the grandchild in law

Gryffidean: lol no justharry … MANOWAR at the mom^^

justharry: ?

justharry: seventh son of a seventh son is not from Manowar, it's from Maiden, Gryffidean ...

justharry: definitively

justharry: I do know that ...

Gryffidean: I do know that too justharry ... but that's about the tree of the room of requirement, not about music

Gryffidean: and there isn't much left to do now, nearly finished...

Darkmaster: Just do not forget to place the grandcousin beside the fosternephew, Gryffidean.

justharry: uhm … ok … ^.~ … /me looks at Darkmaster … confused …

Darkmaster smirks

Gryffidean: however, I miss some stars to place around the tree … if you have a tree – then you need stars … for when it's dark …

Darkmaster: Well, I admit ... I sold the stars to a friend of my grandchild's greatnephew.

justharry: ^.~ Darkmaster ?

justharry: well ... and where exactly would you place me in this tree of yours, Gryffidean ? just to answer my curiosity ...

justharry: ^.~

justharry: so ?

Gryffidean: o.O

Gryffidean: you do know that you sound a lot like Snape, justharry? all that snarky and such ?

justharry: ^.~

Gryffidean: justharry: I'm not sure yet, however

Gryffidean: I think ... you might be my halfsister, justharry^^

justharry chocks on his chocolate and coughs ... I beg your pardon, Gryffidean ?

Gryffidean: the other half's address is unknown

Gryffidean: loool

justharry: you're sure you're not suicidal, Gryffidean?

Gryffidean: sure …

Gryffidean: you don't want to be my sister? justharry? :-(((((

justharry: are you crazy, Gryffidean? FORGET IT !

Darkmaster: *loool*

Gryffidean: Darkmaster: do you want?

Darkmaster: Do you wish to survive this evening, Gryffidean?

justharry .oO( ... did I even greet the Darkmaster ? ... )

justharry: never mind ... evening Darkmaster ... *waveslikemad* ...

Darkmaster waves back to justharry – but not like mad.

justharry: Finnigan01 ? are you alright ? you're so silent …

Finnigan01: hurrikabeast

justharry: ? I beg your pardon, Finnigan01 ? I didn't catch this one ...

Finnigan01: well, that was … higher maths

justharry: ah ... ok, no wonder, Finnigan01 ... I need ten fingers to add two and three together, just to get the wrong answer anyway ...

Finnigan01: however, it's getting late and it's time for me to leave now. I still have some work to do.

justharry: night to you, Finnigan01, sleep well

Darkmaster: Good night, Finnigan01.

Gryffidean: g'neight, Finnigan01.

justharry: ravenboot? Still with us?

ravenboot: I will...

justharry: ^.~

ravenboot: leaf too :-)

ravenboot: leave

ravenboot: :-(((

justharry is shaking his head ...

justharry: ravenboot !

ravenboot: !ravenboot

ravenboot: damn!

ravenboot: *is upset again*

justharry: yes, ravenboot ? is there something you want to say ?

justharry: ^.~

ravenboot: grrrr

justharry: I beg your pardon, ravenboot ? I didn't catch you ...

ravenboot: I said...

ravenboot: GRRRRR

justharry: uhm … sorry … but I still didn't catch that acoustically, ravenboot …

Hermy: *lol*

justharry: what, Hermy?

Hermy: well, the fact that you didn't catch it acoustically what ravenboot said ... justharry

justharry: ah, ok ... but well, Hermy, it really wasn't understandable what ravenboot were murmuring into his not existent beard ...

justharry: how are you anyway, Hermy? You're really quiet tonight …

Hermy: I wonder if I have trouble with my eyes or with thinking clearly today.

justharry: ? Hermy?

Hermy: well, I have a slight headache and I see a lot of colored points sometimes

Darkmaster: Close your eyes and if you still see them then, then your eyes are well.

Hermy closes her eyes.

Hermy: I still see them

Darkmaster: In this case, it is your brain, Hermy.

ravenboot: stars or points, Hermy?

Hermy: just points

[you have opened a private dialog to the user Hermy]

Darkmaster: May I disturb you for a moment?

Hermy: of course, Darkmaster

Darkmaster: I just wanted to ask: concerning your headache, you do have something against it?

Hermy: yes.

Hermy: mum already gave me an aspirin. But I'll take it shortly before I go to bed so I can sleep throughout the night.

Darkmaster: A wise decision.

Hermy: why do you ask?

Darkmaster: I just wondered and I could have sent you a potion if you had nothing for your headache.

Hermy: thank you, Darkmaster. That's really nice of you

Darkmaster huffs

Darkmaster: I am NOT nice, Granger!

Hermy: I beg to differ, Darkmaster … *gg* …

Darkmaster huffs again

Darkmaster: I will go back to the room as you prefer to insult me here in the dialog

ravenboot: yes, because the fly has more brain than you have … *lol*

Hermy: just funny, ravenboot. As if I want to see colored points.

justharry: well, !mead too helps if you want to see stars … or points, sorry Hermy …

founders: that's what justharry drinks the most … |_|) … careful, it's hot …

Darkmaster: Hey, no alcohol here … you're all too young.

ravenboot: *lol* you know, the points out of the window are either stars or lights …

ravenboot: *snicker*

justharry: ^.~

ravenboot: I'll travel per chat

ravenboot: staying here in the room of requirement

justharry: you're ok, ravenboot ?

ravenboot: *lol* yes justharry

justharry: how funny, ravenboot

ravenboot: hmm yes

justharry: just remember me that I never give you alcohol again, ravenboot, you react rather strangely to THAT …

Darkmaster: I told – no alcohol here, justharry …

Darkmaster: Well, then you can get the room clean while you are here, ravenboot.

ravenboot: surely not!

Darkmaster: !clean

founders: get your feet up from the floor but not onto the table – look what it looks like in here!

ravenboot: !coffee I can drink as well

founders: brings a pot coffee – with sugar and milk – but careful, it's hot !

justharry: *lol* ... good idea, the coffee I mean

justharry: well, the room will be clean afterwards ... spring-cleaning ...

Hermy: you do know that we're in the middle of the summer, justharry?

ravenboot: well, I will not clean here, it's not my room … ^^

Darkmaster: Oh, but while you're at it, you can get the cobwebs away too, ravenboot.

ravenboot: and the corpses

Darkmaster: yes – the corpses of all the chatters justharry beheaded with his sword.

ravenboot: :-D

justharry: otherwise you're ok, Darkmaster ?

Darkmaster: Of course, justharry, contrary to some other chatters here – I won't name someone I am thinking of right now.

Darkmaster glares at justharry.

Justharry glares back at Darkmaster

ravenboot: :-D

Potter sounded not too bad tonight, but he had learned a few days ago that this picture was a deceiving one. The boy might be appearing well, but he was sure that the brat was not well at all. Not with broken ribs. And he doubted that Petunia Dursley had taken the boy to a hospital or a doctor. Not after what he had told him last night. That boy simply was too good at hiding behind his written words.

Getting off the chair he went to the table Zilly had placed a sandwich and some tea at.

Zilly always did this, even if he would like the elf taking it more easy. He had freed the small creature a long time ago, but the house elf had refused – and stayed. To continue serving him, and nothing he could say to the elf made his loyalties towards him sway in the slightest. Zilly refused to leave him and Zilly refused to stop serving him.

Well, he of course could send the house elf away, but at the same time he knew that this would destroy the small creature that had looked after him since his earliest childhood. And – honestly – if he had to admit it, then he was very fond of the small creature too. He would do anything to make Zilly happy. So he accepted the house elf's service, if he liked it or not. But he always made clear that he did not have to do so, that he was free.

Darkmaster: Well …

justharry looks at Darkmaster questioningly

Darkmaster: Why would you do so, justharry?

justharry: because you said "well", Darkmaster …

justharry: *blink*

Darkmaster: Because I am back again.

justharry: ah ... ok ... in this case, re Darkmaster

ravenboot: I only have half a piece of cake left from this afternoon :-(

Hermy: well, better than just a quarter, ravenboot.

ravenboot: sure, Hermy. But imagine it would be a third.

Darkmaster: I wonder why, ravenboot? A quarter definitely is more than a third! *shakes head seriously*

ravenboot: lol

justharry: seriously … yes, of course, Darkmaster … seriously of all things …

Darkmaster: Well, four is more than three, is it not? *smirk*

ravenboot: not in THIS case

Darkmaster: Really? … ^.~ …

Hermy: This was a good one, Darkmaster

ravenboot: yes, of course, Darkmaster

Darkmaster: Well, enlighten me, ravenboot, will you? ... ^.~ ...

ravenboot: a third is more than ... well ... I mean ...

Darkmaster: Are you about to explain something, ravenboot? ... ^.~ ...

ravenboot: well, Darkmaster I'm trying^^

Darkmaster: *g*

ravenboot: just take a cake

ravenboot: put it into four pieces that are the same size

justharry: ^.~ ... eloquent as always, ravenboot

ravenboot: and another cake you cut in three pieces

ravenboot: damn! justharry … leave me alone

justharry: what ? it was just rhetorical spoken, ravenboot ...

ravenboot: the cake with three pieces will be larger than the one with three pieces …

ravenboot: *smiles proudly*

Darkmaster: Really, ravenboot? ... ^.~ ...

ravenboot: :-)))) yes …

Darkmaster: You are sure that the cake with THREE pieces will be larger than the one with THREE pieces, ravenboot?

ravenboot: uhm …

ravenboot: *draws a picture*

Darkmaster: I do not like cake – what now?

justharry takes away the crayons from ravenboot ... you are not to draw on the tables here ...

Hermy: you really are explaining this to Darkmaster right now? ravenboot ?

ravenboot: of course, Hermy and quite successfully^^

ravenboot: hey! justharry! Don't be so… sooo … soooo

ravenboot: well, things …

Darkmaster: *smirk*

justharry: ^.~

Shaking his head at the silliness he – again – opened the private dialog to address Potter.

Harry. He thought for a moment. Potter. Harry Potter. The boy was not James Potter. All the boy had been writing the past evenings were prove of this. Harry Potter was far from being James Potter. And maybe he should start thinking of Harry Potter as Harry Potter and not as James Potter when he wrote Potter. Maybe he even should refrain from addressing Potter as Potter at all and instead should address him as Harry.

But then – no! This simply would go too far. Potter would do – as long as he started thinking of Harry Potter as Harry Potter instead of his father James Potter. Shaking his head again he sighed. What confusing thoughts tonight.

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

Darkmaster: How are you and your ribs doing tonight, Potter?

justharry: :-) … take a mug of mead, Darkmaster … a cookie … and feel like home …

Darkmaster: Thank you – Potter. Just answer my question, will you?

justharry: quite fine, don't worry.

Darkmaster huffs.

Darkmaster: The truth, Potter.

justharry: I AM fine, Darkmaster. I do know what broken ribs feel like if they get worse and they didn't yet. I broke them just three days

justharry: ago and if I am lucky they will heal nicely without infection.

Darkmaster: And you think that sets me at ease, Potter?

justharry: I don't know why you worry so much, Darkmaster

Darkmaster: I take it Granger and Weasley do not know about your home live?

justharry: no, and please, just don't tell them. They only would worry

Darkmaster: Do you see what I mean? People who care tend to worry.

justharry: yes

justharry: I guess I see your point

justharry: sorry

Darkmaster: There – again – is no reason to be sorry, Potter.

justharry: I didn't want you to worry. I don't want anyone to worry.

Darkmaster: I learned as much from you, Potter, but really, people tend to do so.

Darkmaster: I have already told you yesterday that I am ready to care for you, never mind the history between – our houses.

justharry: sorry that I left so quickly

Darkmaster: There is no reason to apologize for that, Potter, as I already told you last night. You have been startled and I do understand

Darkmaster: your reaction. But I do mean what I wrote yesterday.

justharry: I just don't understand why you would

Darkmaster: Is there a reason necessary?

justharry: don't know … I just don't understand it.

Darkmaster: As I said last night, Potter, you wear a lot of titles on your back. And as I told you last night, underneath those titles you are

Darkmaster: but a boy. And I am ready to learn more about this simply boy. I am ready to take a step I normally never would take. So – I

Darkmaster: cannot give you a reason, simply because I do not have one for myself.

justharry: ok … I think I will have to accept the simple fact.

Darkmaster: Exactly.

Darkmaster: So – are you absolutely sure that your ribs are not worse yet?

justharry: yes, I'm sure. I know what it feels like if they get worse and it doesn't feel like it yet.

Darkmaster: You will tell me immediately if it gets worse, Potter, and never mind what time of day – or night – it is. Is that understood, Potter?

justharry: yes, dad!

For a moment Snape actually held his breath and stared at the monitor in front of him, shock the only feeling that took hold of him and he actually had to struggle to regain his breathing and his control over his fingers back to write an answer before Potter got suspicious while at the same time he wondered why in Merlin's name this term upset him so much.

He should have sneered at the term and answered with a biting remark.

But – once more that brat had managed to turn his world upside down since he had started to visit this imaginary room of requirement.

Darkmaster: You better be thankful that I am not your father, Potter, for I surely would have your hide at least once a week

justharry grins madly

justharry: maybe you would, but wouldn't that be what every parent would do from time to time?

Darkmaster: You would curse me soon enough, believe me, Potter.

justharry: maybe I would, but wouldn't that be what every child would do from time to time?

Darkmaster: Maybe I should spell your fingers clued to the keyboard, Potter!

justharry: fjkdsl skdfljd dlsfjasdlkdjf fdkslafkdjas

Darkmaster: I beg your pardon, Potter? I didn't catch that …

justharry: ldfkjksdlfj

Darkmaster smirks

Darkmaster: .oO( How nice to have a moment of peace )

justharry: *huff*

Darkmaster: ^.~

Darkmaster: How has your day been, Potter?

justharry: as always … it has been just another day …

break … ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ … line

To be continued

Next time in The room of requirement

You are too stubborn for your own good …

Added author's note

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

Reviews:

to Jean and Steve: again, thanks for all your reviews

to Luminari_Lilium: I'm glad that you at least find it interesting ... don't worry, the story part will come, this chat room stuff is only the beginning after all ... thanks for the review ...t

to unneeded: well, plainliquid ... of course you didn't get that, no one does, because it's so close, too close, you have to take a step back from the picture sometimes, but who guesses that you should do so with a name ?? :D ... thanks for the review given again ...
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