Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, and this is going in the description next time instead of the beginning of each chapter.
Anne practically bounded into the Great Hall for dinner. Today had gone surprisingly well; no visits to Madam Pomfrey.
Which reminded her…she had to make sure Snape went to the hospital wing tonight. She scanned the table, but didn't see him. She did, however, spot a head of tousled blond hair. With a grin, she slipped into an empty seat next to her cousin.
"Heya Barty." She mussed his hair further, earning a halfhearted scowl from the third year.
"Where've you been all day?"
"Had some reading to do. Do me a favour?"
"What do you want?"
"The roast potatoes."
He rolled his eyes and passed her the platter. As she took it, Regulus Black slid in next to her.
"May I join you?"
Barty looked shocked. Anne rolled her eyes at him and grinned at Regulus. "Absolutely. Have you two met?" Both boys shook their heads. "Well then. Regulus Black, my cousin, Barty Crouch Junior. Barty, Regulus. I expect you two to be best friends by Wednesday." They looked at each other, shrugged, and smiled.
"We can try, but no guarantees."
The boys were chatting about Quidditch and Anne was buttering a roll when she spotted Snape. He was standing a few yards away, looking between their group and his usual company, Avery, Mulciber, and Rosier. She beckoned, and after a moment of hesitation, he came and sat across from her.
"Did you go see –"
"Not yet." He reached for the roast. "After dinner."
She looked at him thoughtfully, and, after she finished chewing, "I'll hold you to that. In fact I'll come with you."
"I don't need company."
"Just for my own peace of mind, Severus." She gave him a small smile. He sighed, shrugged, and smiled back.
"Oi, Annie." Barty elbowed her. "Look." He nodded toward the Gryffindor table, where Remus Lupin was trying to catch her eye. He raised his glass of pumpkin juice and smiled.
"What on earth have you been up to today?" Barty asked, bewildered.
She smiled and looked back toward Lupin. Remus, now, she supposed. She raised her own glass and winked at him.
Book 2 Prologue is up!