Severus fought the tears trying to fall from his eyes as he looked at his lost friend in front of him.
He knew...
If he did this, he sealed their fate...
"I'm sorry." He choked out to her. "It's got to be now."
He gripped the wand in his hand tigh...
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November 1994
The first task was only a few days away, and Harry had no idea what he was going to do. There was no way to plan a strategy because he didn't know what the first task was going to be. He didn't have anyone to talk his stress with, because Ron was still being a selfish prick.
Now to top it all off, he was falling behind in his classes!
Harry definitely studied better with a friend, or someone to bounce ideas off of. But he obviously couldn't study with Ron, and Hermione was stressed fluttering between the two of them. He supposed he could have asked Neville probably, but the second he went to grab out his potions homework he was reminded of this summer.
That's how Harry got to this moment.
He'd finally found the Muggle Studies classroom, and to his luck Meae didn't have any classes at the moment.
He was just about to enter her classroom, but his body froze and his brain paused as he listened to the soft sounds of a lullaby.
His lullaby to be exact.
The same one he kept hearing when he was working with Uncle Moony the year previous.
Harry didn't want to eaves drop on Meae, but the sound was so calming he felt all his stress and the slight pain behind his eyes, fade.
"Don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire... The war outside our door keeps raging on Hmmm mmm mm mmmm..."
Her soft words quickly changing into a whispered hum as she passed them by.
Harry just stood there watching for a while....
Meae seemed so peaceful in the soft light of the room.
Currently it looked like she was grading papers.
She was sitting on top of her desk with her legs crossed, and a multitude of different colored pens in front of her. Meae was hunched over a mess of papers and humming softly to herself.
Harry envisioned his mother sitting on the desk opposite her.
They'd be laughing, he decided.
They probably had dozens of inside jokes they'd tell each other as they studied, and occasionally they'd stop to reminisce, or they'd gossip about whatever was happening that week.
Harry had seen Meae's viscous side, he wondered if his mother was the same, or if she reacted differently than Meae did.
Would she have allowed him to compete in this tournament?
Or would she have raised hell to keep him from it?
Harry often wondered a lot of things about his mother...
