“TheSlytherindungeonswerelosedoffandthedormitoriesreloated,asyouknow,”MGonagallsaid,walkingwithHarrydowntheorridortoheroffie.

“Whatdoyouusethemfornow?”Harryasked,knowingnothinginHogwartseverreallywaseliminated,onlyrepurposedorlefttorot.Partofhimhopeditwasthetter,thinkingthatperhapsiftherewasanytraeofMalfoyleft,itwouldbethere.

“Ste,”MGonagallreplied,smilingtightly.

“Oh,”Harryreplied.Heouldn’thelpbutfeelasthoughshewashidingsomething,buthehadbeenausedofbeingoverlysuspiioussinethewar,andtobefrank,whowouldn’tbe?

“Wedon’thavemanyfreeoffies,”sheontinued.“Therewasquiteabitofshufflingforthemoredesirableonesasteahershaveomeand…goneinthestfewyears,andI’mafraidthebiggestspaeleftisSeverus’soldsuite.I’llhaveitlearedoutandfilledbakinwithsomenewerthings,ifyou’dliketotakeit.It’sinthedungeons,soit’snearthekithens.”

Sherememberedhistendeniestogotothekithenforsnaks,then.Harryouldn’tsayhewouldn’tfeeloddstayinginSnape’srooms,whentherehadbeensomanyyearswithnolovelostbetweenthem.Heouldn’timaginemakingaspaethathadbelongedtoSeverusSnapeforsolonghisown.Thenagain,withouttheSlytherinommonroomsinthedungeonsanymore,therewouldn’tbeasmanystudentswanderingaroundthereonesseswereover.

“IguessI’lltakeit,then,”Harryanswered,tryingtopushhishesitationsaside.Itwasonlyaroom.Whoeverlivedtherehadnothingtodowithit.Snape’soffieswerenowjustvaantrooms.TheSlytherindungeonswerejustvaantroomsnow,too.

Harrywasstartledbyapressureonhislegs,lookingdowntoseeaaliowindingaroundhisshins.

“Hello,”hesaidsoftly,bendingtosrathherhin.

Shemeowedbaktohimratherintelligently,leaningintohishand.

“What’syourname?You’remuhprettierthanMrs.Norris,unlessmymemoryservesmewrong,”hesaid.

“No,shebelongstooneofthestudents.Notsurewhih,asshe’salwayswonherown.Andappearstohavebeenabandonedhereforthesummerholiday.”MGonagallreplied.

“Areyouquitesuresheisn’tastudent?”heasked,motioningtohisowngssesandlookingbakattheat.Hermarkingslookedremarkablylikegsses,atraitheknewbothMGonagallandRitaSkeetersharedintheiranimagusform.

“I’dknowifshewas,”sheansweredshortly.

“Therewereanimagusintheastlebeforewithoutyouknowing,”Harrypointedout,refereninghisfatherandhisfriends.Hestoodfromhisrouhedposition,theatwalkingawayataleisurelypae.

“Foolmeone,Potter,”MGonagallrepliedlightly,raisinghereyebrowsathim.

“Right,”Harryreplied,thoughheouldn’thelpthelittlewhisperofdoubtinhismind.

TheyarrivedatDumbledore’soffie,nowMGonagall’s.ItmadeHarrywanttough,howunhangedtheastlelookedwhileatthesametimebeingompletelydifferent.Ormaybeitmadehimwanttory.

HefollowedMGonagallintoheroffie,wheresheontinuedtospeak.

“Seeingastheastleismostlyemptythistimeofyear,apartfromHagridandmyself,you’llhavetogotothekithenstogetyourmeals,butyou’llbesolose,Idoubtthatwillbeaproblem,”shearriedon.

Harrysighedwithrelief.Heknewtheastlewouldbemostlyemptyforthebeginningofhisstay,butstill,theideaofhavingtoeatintheGreatHall,theideaofbeinginpubli,wherepeoplewhothoughttheyknewhimouldspeute,madehimfeelsiktohisstomah.

“You’llhaveuntiltermtogeteverythingallreadyforthestudents.Youwill,ofourse,havefulluseofthelibraryandanyleftovermaterialsintheDefenseroom.”

Harrynodded.

“Iexpetyouwillwantadayortwotosettlein,butIwouldappreiateitifyoubeganpreparingforthetermbytheendoftheweek,”MGonagallsaidfirmly,eyeinghimsuspiiously.“Ihopeyouwillbeabetterprofessorthanyouwereastudent.”

“Ihopeso,too,”Harryhukleddarkly.

“Well,lukilyforyou,youdon’thavetowriteanypapers.Justreadthem,”MGonagallquipped.Shegnedatthelokonthewallandbaktohim.“Yourroomsshouldbereadyinhalfanhour.Itrustyouanbusyyourselfuntilthen?VisitHagrid,perhaps,beforeheomesafteryouwithasentdog?”

Harrywalkedbakoutintothehall,wanderingthroughtheastleforabouttenminutesbeforefindinghimselfwalkingoutintotheyardtowardsafamiliarshak.

Likehesuspeted,beingontheastlegroundsdidn’tfeelquiteasmuhlikeominghomeashewouldhavehoped.

Hewasbak.

Draohadseenhim,hadalmostrunintohim,inthehallinfrontoftheSlytherindungeons.Hestayedbak,lessthantwentyfeetaway,intheshadows,thoughdisillusioned,andwathedtheotherman.

Potterranhishandoverthestonethatmadeupthedoorwayforthedungeons,examiningit.Hetookhiswandandtappedthewall,buttonoavail.

Hepaused,lookingupanddownthehall,beforemurmuring“Pure-blood.”

Draowined.

“No,ofoursethey’vehangedthepasswordsinethen,”Harrysaidtohimselfquietly.Hesighed,pressinghisrighthandftagainstthestone.Helenhedthehandtoafist,leaninghisforeheadagainstthewall.“Stupid.Stupid,stupid,stupid,”herepeated,andDraofelthishesttighten.

Hewantedtosteploser,thefeelingonlyintensifiedbytheknowledgethatheouldn’t.Whatareyoulookingfor,Potter?Thequestionsatonhistongue,attheverytipofit,beatingagainstthebakofhisteeth,buthedidn’tletitesape.Itwouldbesoeasy.Itwouldbesoeasytoaskit,Potterwouldjumpandturntolookathimandthen…Andthenhewouldrun,totellMGonaga

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