ANNA'S POV
She checked her watch. 3 'o clock, on the dot.
Where was he, he promised, he said-
"Potter," a silky, yet commanding voice hissed.
Looking up, she smiled without any emotion reaching her eyes.
"Snape," she said.
"Make it quick, I have a potion to get to," he spat.
Anna frowned. "Why are you being such a bastard to Neville and Harry? Scratch that, all the Gryffindors that grace your presence?"
He sighed. "Potter, Lupin, whatever you call yourself these days-"
She cut him off. "First of all, I gave up the Potter name a long time ago. Remus was more of a brother to me than James ever was." Her voice trembled as she spoke James's name.
"And secondly, Harry is not his father. You should try to see that!"
Snape sighed again. "I can't, Anna, you know that. The looks-"
She growled. "You can't judge based on looks! Lily's blood rubs in his veins as well!"
Stopping, she met his eyes so that there were only three inches between them. "I miss you, Sev, I really do," she cried.
Her words had the desired effect. He flinched when she said "Sev", because only one person really called him that, and she was dead.
He grew stiff and said, "I do too. But war changes many people, Potter."
With that, he spun around, robes swirling as he left.
She watched him leave, and sank to the floor.
Get a grip, Anna, she told herself. You can't expect him to be the same. He's right anyways. War scars many. He's not the same person who defended you, befriended you, depended on you years ago.
Picking herself up, she went to find the only constant in her life- Remus Lupin.
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Whither Thou Goest
FanfictionHarry is back for his third year at Hogwarts with the threats of a murderer out to get him. Maybe it's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and his cold assistant, or the Grim-like dog and black cat that seems to follow him wherever he go...
