Yes, I am back. Please, I beg you all to restrain from biting my head off. Well, I won't try to excuse myself for the crime I have committed against all my lovely and ever so sweet readers (yes, I am trying to soften you all up… is it working?). I just lost interest. I was bored of the responsibility of having to write a chapter every week. And my grammar and spelling was obviously terrible. I took the advice of many reviewers and went back to edit the previous chapters as best I could. I am now entering year 11 (hardest year) and posting will not be often or consistent. And this time I make no promise of continuing. You may want to go back and read the last few chapters if you have forgotten the events so far. All flamers are very well deserved. But at least they count as reviews!
Harry steadied his breathing as he listened to Malfoy's footsteps. As soon as he was sure Malfoy was down stairs and out of site, Harry quietly opened the hard oak door of his room and crept down the hall. He quickly snuck into Malfoy's room and closed the door behind him.
Malfoy's room was as comfortable as Harry's but not as magnificent. The furniture was comfortable yet plain, not as decorated as Harry's. Snape had obviously given him his room before knowing that Malfoy was going to spend the rest of the holiday with him too.
The glass jug on the bed side table glistened as it caught the last rays of the setting sun. Harry slipped in the maroon potion and watched the liquid swirl around for a while until it had fully dissolved in the clear water. Satisfied he quietly left the room and headed towards the dining room for dinner.
Cold black eyes greeted him as he sat down at the table. Snape was in a very foul mood with him for some reason. The ferret must have told him of Harry's insults from the previous day. "I want to see you in my study after you finish your dinner Potter," Snape said as he got up to leave.
"Your in for it now Potter," Malfoy taunted after Snape was out of earshot.
"You started it Malfoy! How do you know you won't get into trouble as well?"
"I just have the slightest feeling that I won't," Malfoy smirked.
"You're such a git Malfoy,"
"Don't push your luck or I will tell Professor Snape that you're not making me feel welcomed, and that I would have been better off with my mother," Malfoy sneered.
"Good, maybe he will listen and send you back," Harry muttered as he left the dinning room.
Knock knock. "Enter."
Harry entered the warm room. The fire in the fire place cast flickering lights around the study and radiated with heat but Harry still felt cold due to the glare Snape was giving him.
"I will not have you treat my guest like that!" Snape hissed. What were you thinking, speaking to Mr. Malfoy about such a sensitive topic?"
"He started it!"
"Silence" Snape snapped, "You will apologize to Mr. Malfoy whether you like it or not!"
"No, I won't apologize to Malfoy, he started it and his always cracking jokes about my parents, but you don't care. Do you?"
"And so help me Potter, if you don't do as you are told, you will not be visiting Hogsmeade this year!" Snape hissed his fathomless black eyes boring into Harry's.
"You can't do that!" Harry yelled, "Sirius already signed my permission slip."
"Maybe someone needs to remind you who your guardian is. Do not doubt what I can and can not do or you will find out the hard way. I expect an apology at breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Fine!" Harry said in defeat.
One more glare from Snape and Harry left the room.
Panic rose within Harry as he realised the seriousness of the situation. If Snape was that angry at him for a silly little argument with Malfoy, how would he react to a confused Draco, running at him speaking gibberish? Instantly, Harry squashed down his fear as he would do to an annoying little bug. 'It's going to be worth it,' he kept telling himself. Well at least Snape will be too distracted to make him apologise to Malfoy. He may even be too enraged to go through with the occulemency lessons. Gulp.
Running his hand through his semi-long hair, Harry walked towards his room. Opening his door, he entered and sat at his desk. Stroking Hedwig mindlessly, he contemplated as to what he would do to pass the time until eleven. It really sucked to have a bed time. Would he have one if his parents were still alive. He most likely would. Not wishing to linger on such 'what if' thoughts, Harry pulled out some writing utensils.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
It is with great sadness that I, Harry James Potter write my legal will. May it be respected and obeyed when the time of my death arrives. And no, not at the hands of my greatest enemy, but at the cruel unmerciful hands of Severus Snape.
To Hermione Granger I give her every single book I have ever owned. That way, Ron will not use them to light fires or use as ammunition against any unfortunate soul.
To Ronald Weasley I give him my invisibility cloak, so that he may avenge my death and live to tell the tale.
To Ginevra Weasley, I give her a bottle of Vinegar as she seems very fond of the substance. Use it wisely…
To Remus Lupin, I give him every single coin in my vault. I am sure that will be enough to buy him a couple bars of chocolate.
To Dobby (insert last name), I give him every piece of clothing I own. If your going to wear them just make sure you first wash my- never mind.
To Fred and George Weasley, I leave them the knowledge that I will die fulfilling their wishes. I have slipped tongue twist potion into Malfoy's water Jug.
With great bravery, I await tomorrow.
PS. please don't kill me Hermione. You don't want to deprive Snape of such an honour.
With an uneasy smile, Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's left leg and helped her out of the window and into the cool night sky.
Harry slipped out of his robes and into comfortable blue pinstriped pyjamas. The bed was warm and his eyelids were heavy with sleep.
Unfortunately, his sweet slumber did not last long for it was morning already. Not exactly time for breakfast but he thought it better to get there before Malfoy. Harry might as well spend a few minutes with a semi-civil Snape before he transforms into the three headed beast from Hades.
"Morning professor," Harry greeted the Potions Master as he took his seat and piled some food on his plate. Knowing that it was possibly his last ever meal, Harry savoured the salty taste of bacon.
"You seem way too cheerful. What are you up to?" Snape glared suspiciously.
For Merlin's sake, the man read him as if he were some badly written story with an obvious ending.
"Sir, what could I possibly be up to at seven thirty in the morning?" Harry questioned innocently.
"You tell me Potter," Snape replied.
Harry was saved from retorting as Malfoy entered the room looking as fresh as he always did and smelling like expensive cologne. 'Goodbye cruel world,' Harry thought miserably.
"M-m-morning G-good Professor," Draco said, sounding like Quirrel at his very worst.
Harry had to hold it in. He must. It was now a matter of life and death.
Snape frowned slightly and Malfoy looked a bit confused at his own inability to speak properly.
"I do appreciate your compliment Draco, but are you feeling well?"
Harry needed to breathe. But if he dared open his mouth, he knew that ceasing his laughter would be down right impossible.
"I am perfectly fine," Draco said trying to recover from his embarrassment. "I just got
t-t-tongue twisted-ed," he took a deep breath and tried again, "twisted t-tongued, twistering, tw-,"
Harry lost it. Loudly. He couldn't stop laughing. The look on Malfoy's face as he repeatedly tried to form the words without success was priceless. The way Snape eyed him with concern as if he were touched in the head.
But Harry was forced to stop, releasing a few nervous giggles now and then. The look on Snape's face was absolutely murderous. The whole world's doom and despair seemed to be glowing in his very eyes.
"Draco, eat your breakfast…Mr. Potter I wish to speak to you in your room now," Snape spoke with a chilling calmness.
"Y-yes sir," Harry said.
'Now look who's stammering.' Harry thought, 'Shut up conscience!'
Well I think I will leave it at that for now. Oh yes before I forget, I had to change a part in the previous chapter. I have given a purpose to Malfoy's stay at Prince Manor. For all the lazy ones who can't be bothered going back to look, I will paste it here.
This is the part when Severus is speaking to Dumbledore about Draco's stay, chapter nine.
"I went to visit Narcissa today."
"How is she?" Severus asked with concern.
"She's well. But young Mr. Malfoy isn't, he is very restless and getting quite depressed lately. I am afraid he may start getting ideas about joining Tom,"
"And you're saying, Albus?"
"He needs influential company Severus."
"There is absolutely no way you're talking me into this!" Severus said in disbelief.
Well, bye bye for now!