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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 5, 2011 4:24:18 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION ( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Parting from his mother felt like the most difficult thing he'd ever done, and then to find Sirius in the Common Room shortly thereafter, he had no real emotional stability that morning. The only thing that allowed him to sleep restfully that morning was pure exhaustion, and by the time he woke up and made his way down to the Great Hall, lunch was already over. "Oh no,' he thought, groaning and turning the other way. Well, there was no chance to eat, he knew that, but he could at least try not to be late to meet his mother!
He practically jogged through the corridors, skidding to a stop in front of the classroom he'd told Lily to meet him. In fact, he'd been moving so fast that he slid right past the door on his first try. "Uh, whoops," he muttered, turning right back around as his stomach grumbled angrily. "Oh, shut it you," he muttered even more quietly as he reached for the door, turning the knob and walking into the room
Lily was already there--damn!-- when he walked in and shut the door. Leaning forward on his knees, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. "Oh man, I'm really sorry. I, uh, I fell asleep... yeah. I hope you weren't waiting for too long," he said, walking into the room and sitting at the desk next to her. "Hey, uhm... remember when you asked me... how I mamanged not to die when that killing curse was cast at me?" he asked, diving right into what had been eating at him ever since he and Lily parted ways.
"Well, you mentioned something about sacrifice, allowing your life to be taken in place of the person meant to receive that curse?" Harry sighed. "Well, I wasn't entirely honest with you. I'm sorry. Listen, I think you were right: Dumbledore said something about love being a powerful magic, more so than any other magic in history. Well, I just imagine that would be difficult to spout out, especially not really understanding what he meant by saying that. But... you did die where I should have. In fact, I get the honor of hearing exactly how it happened that night every time I encounter a Dementor. It's why I... don't take well to them," he admitted.
"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. It's been bothering me for a while," he said with a laugh. "How was your conversation with Sna--erm, Severus?"
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Post by lily on Aug 5, 2011 14:37:38 GMT -5
Lily tapped her foot impatiently. If there was one thing her son didn't inherit from her, it was her punctuality. The boy was already fifteen minutes late! Merlin help him if he ever went on a date. The girl sighed, mentally cringing as she thought the word. Ever since the previous night, Lily had been nothing short of an emotional wreck. It had taken her over an hour to get to sleep that night by the time she'd reached the common room. First, meeting her son, then reconciling a friendship she thought had been long lost, only to be faced with more inner turmoil as she tried to decipher the feelings brought on by said friend's unexpected kiss.
Merlin, life as a teen was too bloody confusing.
She had been surprised, to say the least, by Sev's almost immediate agreement to give her time to think. She had wanted to say more, so much more, but hadn't been able to find the voice to speak. She had wanted to follow him, when he'd left the library, but had found that her legs had turned into lead, making her immobile and only left in the company of her own muddled thoughts.
When Harry had finally shown up, Lily had to ignore the urge to both hug and stike him. "Oh man, I'm really sorry. I, uh, I fell asleep... yeah. I hope you weren't waiting for too long," he said, walking into the room and sitting at the desk next to her. Lily shrugged. "Around twenty minutes late," she replied lightly, "Not too bad for a Potter." "Hey, uhm... remember when you asked me... how I mamanged not to die when that killing curse was cast at me?" Lily nodded, a bit wary as to the direction this conversation was going.
"Well, you mentioned something about sacrifice, allowing your life to be taken in place of the person meant to receive that curse?" Lily nodded. Harry sighed. "Well, I wasn't entirely honest with you. I'm sorry. Listen, I think you were right: Dumbledore said something about love being a powerful magic, more so than any other magic in history. Well, I just imagine that would be difficult to spout out, especially not really understanding what he meant by saying that. But... you did die where I should have. In fact, I get the honor of hearing exactly how it happened that night every time I encounter a Dementor. It's why I... don't take well to them," he admitted. Lily gasped, staring at her son in shock and undisguised maternal worry. "You...you hear us die? Every time you're near them?"" Lily couldn't imagine how painful that must be. Not only living a life where you had never even known your parents, but to be subjected to hearing their deaths ever time he was in the presence of a Dementor... "That must be aweful," she murmured, finishing her thoughts aloud, "I can't even begin to...oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." She was sorry that she had been such a terrible mother; if she had protected her son better, he would have never been in danger in the first place. She would have chosen Dumbledore as the Secret Keeper, or she simply would have taken Harry to the ends of the earth in order to escape that evil man. If she were a better mother, they would have both been alive, and her baby boy wouldn't have been subjected to a life with her sister and that dreadful whale of a man she calls her husband. He would have been safe, loved...happy.
"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. It's been bothering me for a while," Harry said with a laugh. "How was your conversation with Sna--erm, Severus?" Lily shifted uncomfortably. How to word this by telling him the truth, but omitting the part involving Severus' kiss? "Er...it went well," she replied, "Better than I thought it would. We made up." Only to have said 'made up' friendship torn apart at the last minute by a silent admittion of affection by the other party.
Merlin help her. She was going to need it.
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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 6, 2011 2:41:40 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Harry blushed furiously. Had he gone right to bed after their meeting several hours ago he would have most likely managed to wake up in time at least to meet Lily on time. And although it wasn't like he was angry that he'd stopped to talk with Sirius, he was embarrassed to be so late. Sure trouble had a way of forcing him to barely make things on time most days--and in a state of rushed panic when he did--but he was never so late as twenty minutes. "I'm really sorry. I usually make it to things on time, but... eh, I really ought to have just gotten more sleep last night. Anyway," he said, fiddling with the signet ring on his index finger, "thanks for waiting. I feel really bad."
He looked down, still red in the cheeks. Bloody hell, he'd have to try even harder now to be on time--perhaps even aim to be early--to any of his appointments. Anything else to separate him from the bad things his father did was an absolute necessity for the boy. He was, in fact, so caught up in his worries about this that he hardly paid attention to where his voice was taking the conversation. At Lily's question he looked up, the flush beginning to drop away from his cheeks.
"Uh..yeah, I do," he admitted, feeling almost like he should be apologetic. "It's not always very distinct, sometimes it's just... parts of it," he explained, carefully glazing over any specific details that he just did not want to relive in thought or in verbatim. "It still makes dealing with the bloody things a nightmare. Remus taught me how to cast a Patronus Charm when he was a professor here, though, so I've gotten very good at casting it. I know he's not perfect now--a complete enabler if I've ever seen one, but at least as an adult he's a very caring person and a damn good teacher."
Harry lifted his hands, trying to detract from the story and defer her from getting too worked up. What was done was done and there was nothing to change it...well... perhaps not. He kept forgetting where he was and how he got there. No, there was no need to dash hope for a better past and a better future. Still, he did not need nor want her sympathy. If there was anything he hated more than any singular other thing it was people pitying him.
"Mum-Lily, really, it's...it's fine. I've learned to live with it, I suppose, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you ought to give yourself a break and not beat yourself up over it." He knew, no matter what she may say to deny it, that she was doing just that, and he absolutely wouldn't stand for it. But she eventually moved on, though. Good.
Harry smiled genuinely, completely unaware of anything of a romantic nature occurring in the library after he'd left and knowing only what Lily told him. "Well that's brilliant! Wow, I'm glad that worked out so fast. He's always been a really closed person--as an adult, anyway--and I don't think I've ever imagined him having any friends. Oh..." His eyebrows raised in realization and he sunk a bit in his chair. "Sorry, I didn't mean that to sound so rude. He just never took an interest in anyone. It was all professional and calculating, that was all. Anyway, if there's still a guy who can make friends in his teenage self, I'm glad you found it again."
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Post by lily on Aug 6, 2011 19:38:57 GMT -5
"I'm really sorry. I usually make it to things on time, but... eh, I really ought to have just gotten more sleep last night. Anyway," he said, fiddling with the signet ring on his index finger, "thanks for waiting. I feel really bad." Lily shook her head, waving him off with an unconcerned hand. "It's perfectly alright. I was just teasing you, anyway," she added with a grin, "Even I know Potter's not all bad. Still can't stand the idea of marrying him, but he does have his fine points now and again. Besides, you're my son. Regardless of who helped me make you, I could never be angry with you, especially over something as trivial as lack of punctuality."
"Uh..yeah, I do," he admitted, looking almost apologetic. Lily drew in a sharp breath, "It's not always very distinct, sometimes it's just... parts of it," he explained, though Lily was positive that he was skipping certain parts of the story. Lily raised her eyebrow the way her mother had done to her when she pulled the same stunt. She crossed her arms, waiting expectantly for her son to tell her the truth. "It still makes dealing with the bloody things a nightmare. Remus taught me how to cast a Patronus Charm when he was a professor here, though, so I've gotten very good at casting it. I know he's not perfect now--a complete enabler if I've ever seen one, but at least as an adult he's a very caring person and a damn good teacher." Lily couldn't help but feel jealous of Remus. While she was six feet under, he appeared to be taking on a role that Lily herself should have been a part of in her son's rearing. "He taught you your patronus? But you're only, what, a Fifth Year? You shouldn't have had the need to know such an enchantment before now." Her worry increasing, she asked, "Just what have you been getting yourself into, Harry James Potter?" Of course, she didn't know that was his middle name; it just felt right to her, so she went with it. But it was clear that her son had done more - was more - than he let on. A sinking feeling enveloped the redhead as she stared at her little boy, a boy that held the eyes of an old man that had seen too many things in his short life.
"Mum-Lily, really, it's...it's fine. I've learned to live with it, I suppose, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you ought to give yourself a break and not beat yourself up over it." Lily's heart swelled at being called 'Mum'. Though she wasn't one yet - had no plans to be one yet before all of this time-travel nonsense happened, anyway - the young Gryffindor was touched at the gesture. "Please," she asked, "I-I know you can't do it in public, but...you can still call me Mum, if...If you like." Lily shook her head at Harry, "But that's just it, Harry! I can do something about it now! I just...I don't want you to have to live with someone that hates you. Believe me, I know Tuney...I don't pity you or anything, Harry, I just...I want a better life for my child. For my son. Can you blame a mother for wanting something like that?"
Harry smiled, leaving Lily with a guilty feeling in her gut for omitting the 'kiss' sequence from her statement about Severus. But, in her opinion, her son didn't need to know about her romantic endeavors; after all, what Harry didn't know, didn't hurt him, right? "Well that's brilliant! Wow, I'm glad that worked out so fast. He's always been a really closed person--as an adult, anyway--and I don't think I've ever imagined him having any friends. Oh..." His eyebrows raised in realization and he sunk a bit in his chair. Lily couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile in amusement at her son's almost-childish assumptions about Severus. Didn't all children think like that at some point in their lives, anyway? "Sorry, I didn't mean that to sound so rude. He just never took an interest in anyone. It was all professional and calculating, that was all. Anyway, if there's still a guy who can make friends in his teenage self, I'm glad you found it again." Lily sighed, sitting down beside Harry and picking at the hem of her skirt. "It's not that he hasn't taken an interest in anyone, per se," she tried to explain, "It's more of the fact that no one really behaved cordially towards him. And, on top of that, I seem to be the only one with an intelligence level high enough to understand half of what he's saying," she joked, "But really, I just think it's because no one's stubborn enough to really try and be his friend. I've been friends with him for so long partially due to said stubborn personality. When he didn't answer a question I had honestly, I would - more often than not - push past all those bloody walls he keeps around himself all the time and make him answer me. I just wish...I just wish everyone else could see the man that I see when I'm around Sev. He's a very kind and loving soul, when he allows you to see it." Lily bit her lower lip and looked away nervously. Severus was a very kind and loving soul, she knew. And she'd gotten a better glimpse of that from their last encounter than she had in all the years she had known him.
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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 8, 2011 13:41:53 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
"Oh, erm... I knew that," he said, blushing again and smirking as he looked innocently around at nothing in particular. "Yeah I was just, er, testing you. Yeah that's it," he added, smiling and non-verbally admitting to his little lie. "Well, I'm glad I can get away with it, but I assure you I will make a point of that not being a habit."
Harry nodded, smiling proudly: Remus was a wonderful professor, and any time he could talk about just how great a job he did was aces to Harry. "Yep, he taught me in my Third Year, and actually I didn't even do anything. In fact, most of the shit I've gotten myself into isn't even my fault. I have a way of attracting trouble whether I like it or not," he said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the memory of just how much shit really had been thrown on him for so long.
"Oh, but anyway, a person the Ministry believed to be a convinced criminal escaped from Azkaban, and they feared he'd go to Hogwarts, so they stationed Dementors on the grounds." Harry pursed his lips and looked around again, letting her draw her own conclusions before continuing. "So yeah, that really didn't work out too well. I actually got messed up pretty badly when they came to a Quidditch game during a pretty nasty storm and I fell off my bloody broom. Ohh, yeah, I never said... sorry," he said with a wave of his hand.
"I never actually mentioned why he specifically felt it necessary to teach me that Charm. Well--and don't let this be common conversation topic, it's rather embarrassing, but the first few times I ever was near a dementor I'd just... pass out," he said with a sweeping hand motion that moved smoothly into a shrug, his tone a blend of sarcasm and bitterness. He bit down on his lower lip and nodded, realizing there was little more to say for it than just that. "Oh and you have no idea how bloody much I got teased for that. It was mostly just Malfoy and his little goons, and they were always harassing people, but I'm sure you know how much it sucks to get picked on, even if it is just a few morons. So yeah," he said, clapping his hands together, "Remus wanted to make sure I could look after myself with all of them around the school, so he took a lot of evenings to teach me how to cast a Patronus. And he managed it. Yeah, he's that bloody good," he said with a laugh without even considering connecting the achievement to his own personal skill.
Harry laughed, his eyes alight with humor and happiness. "Alright, I can do that--Mum. And yeah, Vernon and Petunia are just awful, and their son's a monstrosity--in size and personality. Oh Merlin, I hope they didn't get sent back to seventy six too. Ugh, way to ruin my happiness if they did," he grumbled, his tone halfway between joking and dead serious. "No, s'pose I can't. But don't worry, I do the best I can with what I have, and I'm pretty happy in general."
As Lily began to talk about Severus, he found himself sitting back a bit, resting his chin on his hand, quite interested in hearing a bit about the man people knew so little about. "I can imagine that," he replied dryly, though there was a smile on his face. "Snape never took kindly to idiots, especially when the answer was right in front of them," he recalled, laughing, surprised at how much he recalled that like it was a fond memory. "Well, I'm glad he can act himself when he's around you. And I suppose that's why he's always seemed so angry and miserable or at the very least detached before: you weren't around anymore," he said, a frown tugging at his mouth. Sad but true, he supposed. Boy did Snape get a bad rep for what, more and more, was seeming like the worst of reasons.
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Post by lily on Aug 15, 2011 22:02:04 GMT -5
"Oh, erm... I knew that," he said, blushing again and smirking as he looked innocently around at nothing in particular. "Yeah I was just, er, testing you. Yeah that's it," he added, smiling, causing Lily to giggle at her son's blatant lie. Rolling her eyes, she snorted, "Yeah, and I'm the queen of Sheba." "Well, I'm glad I can get away with it, but I assure you I will make a point of that not being a habit." "Harry, it's okay," the redhead replied, shaking her head at the boy's assurance, "The sincerity in your voice is enough to convince me."
Harry nodded, smiling proudly. "Yep, he taught me in my Third Year, and actually I didn't even do anything. In fact, most of the shit I've gotten myself into isn't even my fault. I have a way of attracting trouble whether I like it or not," he said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Lily scowled, raising an eyebrow at her son. "Language, Harry," she admonished, "Though even I have to say that is impressive. I didn't master my patronus until my late Fourth, early Fifth year. Was yours corporeal?" A part of Lily envied Remus; he had had the chance to do what she never did, apparently. He taught her child things that she could have, had clearly been close to Harry before this mishap - due to the fact that, despite being his professor, Remus was also James' friend; it was a given that they would be close - had been there for her son when she couldn't. A part of her loathed Potter in that moment, as well. Was it only Potter's friends that associated with Harry? Where had her friends been? Hadn't they tried to befriend her son, as well? "Harry? Aside from Remus and Sirius, did you know anyone else from our generation? Was it merely Potter's friends you had met, or were you able to meet some of mine, as well?" Lily was positive that, aside from Remus, of course, any of Potter's other friends that had met Harry later on in life would be vague when it came to her at best and absolutely unwilling to relinquish any information unrelated to James only at worst. She hated the idea of her son knowing nothing about her. Please, she silently prayed, Please let him know something about me.
"Oh, but anyway, a person the Ministry believed to be a convinced criminal escaped from Azkaban, and they feared he'd go to Hogwarts, so they stationed Dementors on the grounds." Harry pursed his lips and looked around again, allowing Lily to process what she had just been told. "Escaped? No one's ever escaped Azkaban before," she murmured. "So yeah, that really didn't work out too well. I actually got messed up pretty badly when they came to a Quidditch game during a pretty nasty storm and I fell off my bloody broom. Ohh, yeah, I never said... sorry." Lily shook her head. "Of course," she chuckled, "My son - whose bad half I shall now dub as Potter-Spawn -" she added jokingly, "has to play Quidditch. At least tell me that you're not a Chaser." Grinning impishly at her son, Lily awaited his reply. "You fell off your broom? What were the bloody dementors even doing on school grounds?! And where was Dumbledore?! Oh, bloody hell," she murmured as she sat, her head falling into her hands as she tried to push back the sudden migrane that erupted behind her temples.
"I never actually mentioned why he specifically felt it necessary to teach me that Charm. Well--and don't let this be common conversation topic, it's rather embarrassing, but the first few times I ever was near a dementor I'd just... pass out," he said with a sweeping hand motion that moved smoothly into a shrug, his tone a blend of sarcasm and bitterness. Lily sighed, reaching out and patting Harry's hand comfortingly, "That's alright, Harry. There's nothing wrong with that. I've met thirteen-year-old boys pass out over much less." She smiled reassuringly at her son. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable for things that were beyond his control; in fact, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable for anything unless it was immoral."Oh and you have no idea how bloody much I got teased for that. It was mostly just Malfoy and his little goons, and they were always harassing people, but I'm sure you know how much it sucks to get picked on, even if it is just a few morons. So yeah," he said, clapping his hands together, "Remus wanted to make sure I could look after myself with all of them around the school, so he took a lot of evenings to teach me how to cast a Patronus. And he managed it. Yeah, he's that bloody good," he said with a laugh. "Well, don't listen to Malfoy," she spat the word. A Slytherin, she was sure, "I'm sure that he's wet himself for much less than a Dementor. You have actual cause to be wary of them, whereas people like the Malfoys are so spoiled and sheltered that they run for the hills at the mention of a flobberworm. And as for Remus... Well, if any Marauder could teach you how to defend yourself, I'm glad it was that one," Lily chuckled to herself, "Merlin knows he's the only one with his head screwed on straight."
Harry laughed, his eyes alight with humor and happiness. "Alright, I can do that--Mum. And yeah, Vernon and Petunia are just awful, and their son's a monstrosity--in size and personality. Oh Merlin, I hope they didn't get sent back to seventy six too. Ugh, way to ruin my happiness if they did," he grumbled, his tone halfway between joking and dead serious. Lily grinned at being referred to as 'Mum' by her son. It filled her heart with an indescribable warmth. She wished that she would have been around to hear it more often. Lily laughed at his mention of Tuney and her family. "Don't blame you, there. I've only met Vernon, and he's absolutely horrid." "No, s'pose I can't. But don't worry, I do the best I can with what I have, and I'm pretty happy in general." Sighing, the young girl tried to think of what she could say to that. She wished that her son didn't have to carry the burdons he had been given, wished that he could say that his life was perfect, filled with happiness and sorrows connected only to that of breaking up with a girlfriend or getting into a fight with one of his mates. She knew it was useless, though. At least he seemed to come to terms with his life, and handled it as best as he could. That was as much as she could as for...for now.
"I can imagine that," he replied dryly, though there was a smile on his face. Lily smirked in reply."Snape never took kindly to idiots, especially when the answer was right in front of them," he recalled, laughing, surprising the redheaded girl before him. For some reason, amusement towards an Adult-Professor Severus didn't seem like a very good combination. In fact, she was positive that Sev would probably be the most intimidating teacher Hogwarts has ever seen, based on what Harry had told her Snape was like in the future. "Well, I'm glad he can act himself when he's around you. And I suppose that's why he's always seemed so angry and miserable or at the very least detached before: you weren't around anymore," he said, a frown tugging at his mouth. Lily's face fell at Harry's statement. She hadn't meant that much to Severus, had she? It wasn't possible that her death could effect Severus so badly that he would take it out on the rest of the world, years after she had left it. Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat at the idea of her having such a lasting effect on someone who - in Harry's time - hadn't been her friend for several years before she died, Lily looked away from her son in order to blink away the tears that rose in her eyes.
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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 18, 2011 8:56:15 GMT -5
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He laughed appreciatively before falling silent, although he raised a very questioning brow as she chided him for his language, a smirk passing across his face that suddenly made him look even more like his father. The rebellious words 'you really think I'm going to listen to you?' seemed plain in it, and who could blame him? For one thing, she was talking to a person rebellious by nature, and to top it all of she wasn't in much of a position to expect his obedience without reservation.
She was sixteen and he was fifteen. Yes, she was his mother in all sense of the word, but he had never lived with her as a child and therefore never been subject to any kind of authority from her. He wondered suddenly if this need to scold and correct him was coming to her as easily as the vibe of protectiveness he felt coming off her.
He shrugged and shook his head as she asked him about others from her generation that he may know. "No, I can't say that I do--not from your Year, anyway. There're the Weasleys--Arthur and Molly--but I'm pretty sure they were a lot of years ahead of you, possibly out of school by the time you came. Ugh, and Mundungus Fletcher," he added with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose as he realized what a lame excuse for a connection to his family the man was. However as she narrowed her question, he had to think. How many of Lily's friends did he know--just hers, not those who knew her through James? Honestly, he couldn't think of a single one, unless she and Mrs. Weasley got on well as kids.
"No," he admitted finally, after he'd given the thought a chance to find a memory in him. "They've just been people my father knew, although most of the people I know are all part of the Order. I guess less of your friends were interested in joining than my father's," he offered with a shrug, recognizing how few wizarding families he actually knew. Of course he had to admit that something inside him didn't want to know them. His celebrity status, based on a morbid happenstance he had no control over, made it difficult to have proper friendships with most witches and wizards. They just couldn't let the 'Boy Who Lived' thing go.
He nodded as she spoke of her shock in knowing that someone had escaped from Azkaban. "I know, it's really amazing, isn't it? I guess if a guy is determined enough he can make anything happen, although I think he happened to have some actual skills backing up that determination," he added quickly. After all everyone in Azkaban was determined to leave, weren't they?
"Oh I see, blame my father for everything I do wrong. I'll remember that next time I blow up in someone's face," he teased gently, knowing his father was much to calm and easy going to have passed on the horrid temper Harry had. "I do definitely play Quidditch, though--Seeker," he added as she voiced her hope that he wasn't a Chaser. Why she cared he wasn't sure, but at least he didn't have to feel any motherly wrath for accidentally playing a position she disliked.
"Well like I said, they stationed dementors on the school grounds after the guy escaped Azkaban because they were certain he went to Hogwarts. He did, actually, but even with all the Dementors floating about they didn't do anything but creep everyone out." He smirked quietly as she deduced that Draco would run at the mention of flobberworms, feeling what little insight she must have on the boy because of his father was well-placed. "That's a really good point. And yeah, Remus is a good guy," he offered plainly, not wanting to encourage her to insult either of the other Mauraders (Peter didn't count in this category). They were, after all, his family, as immature and horrid as they were capable of being.
Speaking of family, their conversation, naturally, hit the topic of his unfortunate relation with the Dursleys. Harry rolled his eyes, looking quite displeased as the first years of his short life with the Dursleys sprang up in his memory in a dizzying reel. "Horrid doesn't even begin to describe him. I don't even think it's possible to describe him, really. He's an absolute monstrosity, and I'm quite displeased he never got caught acting how he did. Always had a way of covering things up outside his home, I guess. I wouldn't know personally, but I believe it's a safe assumption. I'd rather have gotten the chance to live with Sirius, as irresponsible as I know he is."
He noticed her quirked brow, the confusion she must have felt as he laughed about Snape, so he felt the need to quickly elaborate. "Ah, well, Snape... he's the sort of person whose behavior you can either laugh about or kill yourself over before he can destroy everything you are as a human being," he said, laughing again, proving that he indeed felt that was the only way to deal with the professor's behavior.
"Honestly, he's not much different than a Boggart. Feeds off people's fear. The funny thing is, I'm not even sure he notices that he does it: it's just... how he is," he said with a shrug. Even when he tried to think of a different nature for Snape it never seemed to fit. Harry supposed he must have been like that for a while for the demeanor to fit him so well. When he looked up to watch her look away, caught sight of the tears that threatened to fall, the corner of his mouth quirked. What was he to say? He hadn't even known Snape was capable of friendships until his Fifth Year--the first time he was in his Fifth Year-- when he learned about he and his mother at Hogwarts.
It seemed so foreign to him, so bizarre, that he wasn't even sure where to begin in comforting or consoling her, having no help or advice to offer on something he didn't even know. So he sat there, feeling her sadness and sighed. "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't even know about any of this until just a bit ago, and it's a... lot of information to get all at once," he admitted, hoping to deflate the situation a little.
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WORDS! 1117
STATUS! complete
NOTES! o hai :3
TAGS! MUMMY! <3
WEARING! Hasn't changed since the morning!
LISTENING TO! 'aint no rest for the wicked' cage the elephant
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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