Stones And The Moon

Chapter 5

Harry and Ron grinned mischievously over at Malfoy who sat miserably at the Slytherin table the next day at breakfast, both looking tired. From what Harry could overhear, he'd apparently had a serious telling off from Professor Snape and was scrubbing cauldrons for a week.

His plan went better than expected. Serves the git right.

The only thing ruining his mood was Ron going on about that stupid trapdoor and the item that was stolen from Gringotts, still convinced that's what the giant dog was guarding.

Harry kept telling him how little he cared and how whether it was true or not, it was none of their concern. But, Ron seemed to like the thrill from last night, being the stereotypical reckless Gryffindor he is, and wanted to go snoop around, finding out what it is.

"It's either really valuable or really dangerous. Wouldn't you agree?" He asked both him and Hermione, who had also rolled her eyes and started ignoring him.

She continued ignoring them both, wanting to stay out of trouble, not risking getting expelled. Harry's almost willing to join her, at this point. He's a little scared of Ron's antics, sometimes.

A few days later, much to his surprise, Professor Snape actually pulled him aside after a successful Potions class. Despite the fact that Harry was sweating profusely because the full moon was about to come that weekend, although he blamed it on the heat from the cauldron to Ron who just nodded, he still showed up to classes with his head held high.

He stayed behind and gave Ron a nod when he just looked panicked, as if he was going to get murdered. Ron walked out the class slowly. When everyone was gone, Professor Snape finally spoke to him alone for the first time ever.

"Mr Potter, tell me." He slowly. "How are you feeling?"

"Feeling, sir?" Harry asked, confused. Snape just raised an eyebrow at him. Oh, that. "Right. I'm... y'know." He gulped and shrugged, refusing to look at him. It was still an awkward thing to talk about.

Snape just sighed and nodded, as if understanding his discomfort and not wanting to push him. "Here." He suddenly stood up and went to his desk where he reached into his drawer, pulling out three vials filled with the Wolfsbane Potion, specifically made for Harry. He handed it over and told him to put it in his bag, keeping it out of sight.

"Where can I store it? Just in case anyone else finds it?" Harry asks nervously.

"Do you have a trunk or bedside table?"

"Well, yes. But I don't have any wards or even locks." When Snape raised an eyebrow, he sighed. "Gryffindors tend to get overly trusting sometimes. And they're full of pranks. They like to go through people's things and won't get mad at each other for it. Me, on the other hand.." Harry scoffed.

"Hmm. I can understand why." Snape nodded.

"They wouldn't expect anyone to put locks on their things. They'd ask questions or maybe even try to pick the lock." He shook his head, annoyed.

"I guarantee you wouldn't have this problem in the dungeons." Snape muttered to himself, but obviously, Harry heard.

"Well, I was supposed to be there." Harry grinned. "Hat said so."

Snape raised an eyebrow and nodded. "This does not surprise me, at all."

'Well, obviously not, considering what you told Malfoy. I am pretty cunning, after all.' Harry thought smugly to himself.

"Hmm."

"Have you told anyone, at all?" Snape asked curiously. "About your-"

"Furry little problem?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, repeating back what he'd written to him in his letter.