Snogging Pox

Clammy Skin

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"I get bored easily." Harry shrugged as he used his wand to pull out the memory of what Dumbledore and McGonagall spoke about just last night as he placed the silvery ribbon of memories in the bowl. The four Slytherins put their heads in ...

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Harry saw his snitch tapping on the window and got up to open the window as the Slytherins continued looking in the memories. "Aragog should enjoy eating the evidence ... at least, I hope ... do werewolves taste bad? Can't imagine that they taste any different from humans and Aragog likes eating humans." He pondered as he shut the window and sat back down in the chair. He opened his snitch to cast some cleaning and sanitizing spells on the inside to remove any blood from the unexpected body dump. Afterwards he cast a few more spells to have it stay clean should something like this happen again.

Just as he finished thoroughly cleaning his snitch the Slytherins came out of the makeshift pensieve. The green eyed wizard felt waves of magic coming off them and wisely kept his mouth shut. Once the furious flickers of magic calmed down he relaxed, but stayed quiet anyway. It would be another few minutes of waiting in silence as the four snakes glared at the pensieve before anything was said ...

Severus was the first to look away from the swirling silver memory and at Harry, "Dumbledore wants you dead."

"Yes." Harry answered hesitantly. It felt like he was on pins and needles just waiting for an explosion to erupt.

Draco looked up next and turned his gray eyes towards Harry, "The Dark Lord is immortal." A sliver of fear slipped into his tone.

"Not if the Horcruxes are destroyed." Harry said simply.

Blaise's head snapped up with a horrified look on his face, "BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU? ... you could die." Greg looked up at the sound of desperation in Blaise's voice and, as the others walked over to Harry, he wondered how he could help. Admittedly, he liked Harry. The Gryffindor was a good guy, but how do they go about solving this problem? Dumbledore is now untrustworthy, which was a bit of news he was actually shocked by. Sure, no Slytherin likes the bias headmaster, but the guy is plotting to kill students now. This can't be allowed ...

First, must be finding out how to remove the horcrux from Harry ...

Second, should be destroying the other horcruxes ... do they have basilisk venom? Where is the Slytherin locket or other founders items? Those questions must be answered ...

Third ... is a personal vow of Greg's ... is to remove Dumbledore from every facet of the ministry and drag him, the Order and McGonagall through the mud so badly that they'll never recover their reputations.

"If Dumbledore gets his way then yes ... I will die. Hell, he might do it himself. Merlin knows he seems to like putting me and many other students at risk for his plots. Remember how people were paralyzed by the basilisk in the second year? Those could have easily been deaths." Harry pointed out and was a little surprised when Severus sat next to him. The professor must've been taking this hard for he did trust Dumbles.

"I knew ... to some extent, at least, that Dumbledore was manipulative bastard, but this ... this is sick. Neither of them batted an eyelash when talking about your death!" Severus felt his rage bubble up. This was a massive betrayal from Dumbledore, "I was your mother's friend." He muttered wistfully.

Harry smiled and placed a hand against Severus' hand in a small comforting gesture without too much touching. It was obvious that Severus was like him and didn't take too well to touch. He always wondered if they had a similar abusive upbringing. Little did he know his touch was strongly desired. "Actually, I know. You didn't know the Weasleys too long in school since they graduated before your second year, but Mr. Weasley knows enough and he told me about my Dad's real behavior ... the guy is a bloody gossip." Harry commented jokingly earning a snort of amusement from the professor.