Chapter one - Beta'd 5/5/04
"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" James asked in Pensieve, inside a memory of one of Snape's most worst memory, and Harry have witnessed all of this so far, and never saw whether or not James, his father took the pants off of him. Because at that exact moment, Severus Snape have put his hand on Harry's shoulder, gripping tightly.
Fear have settled down in Harry's stomach, and rooted to his spot, looking into Snape's eyes with horror. "Having fun?" The two of them rose back out of the pensieve through blackness and on solid ground once more, in Snape's study.
"So," Severus said, holding onto Harry's shoulder, very white with rage. "SO . . . been enjoying yourself, Potter?"
Finding courage to speak, and in reply to his question, "N-no Pro--" Harry began, but Snape cut him off.
"Amusing man, your father, wasn't he?" asked Professor Snape, shaking Harry nearly violently enough to have his glasses nearly to fall off his nose.
"I-- didn't profes--"
In the next second, Harry was thrown to the cold, stone floor harshly with courtesy of Snape. "You will not repeat what you saw to NOBODY!" Snape screamed with rage.
"I will do that Professor," Harry replied, wincing from his pain, and from Snape's yelling.
"Get out, get out, I don't want to see you in my office ever again!" He bellowed at Harry, who remained rooted to his feet. "I do believe that I said you to get out!"
"But professor I--" Harry began, feeling a bit more braver than only moments ago under Snape's wrath of yelling.
"I. Said. You. To. Get. OUT!"
"No! Not until you hear what I have to say!" he yelled, getting angry all over again. His buildup fury with Cho eariler and over Malfoy's jeering face that he had remedial potions.
"I refuse, now get out!"
"PROFESSOR SNAPE! I will not leave until you hear what I have to say!"
"Then by all means, I will remove you personally! Get out or it won't be until you graduate that you will be free from detentions worth!"
"FINE! Give me detentions, and at least I will tell you what I have to say about my own father!" bellowed Harry.
"I don't want to hear about your comments on your father! Get out now!"
Then calmly as Harry says it, "I'm ashamed of my father, after all these years, I have prided myself on being compared to my own dad. But after tonight, I don't know what to think anymore."
Harry turned and left Snape's study, filled with hot-temper, and deciding not to turn in for Common room early and stopped at the foot of the stairs that's on the foothold of corridor Snape's study is on and turned around and sat on the second from last steps and buried his hands into his face.
'How could I ever thought that my dad was like that?' Harry thought to himself, feeling sickened at the memory he witnessed. He knew how Snape felt, as he was the one on recieving end with Malfoy and his Cronies and his potion's master. 'I don't even want to be compared anymore...' He thought bitterly. After an hour with those thoughts ringing in his head, he heard footsteps coming near towards him.
"POTTER! What are you doing still down here?!" Snape asked, still furious.
"Do you really want me to raise suspicsions of my friends if I came back up too soon?" he asked, hands still buried to his face.
". . ." Snape wasn't sure what to say next, "Fine, at least stay warm, it's colder in the corridors than in my room." Then Harry let out a dry laugh.
"Cold? I'm not even cold so you can stop worrying about me and go back to whatever is it you were doing."
"Potter, follow me, it's an order," he said curtly, not letting go of his fury over Harry. His face sour with anger as he watched Harry unwillingly getting up from the steps. He turned and headed back to his study and let Harry back in the room, and he closed the door behind him as Snape sat down in his chair with his desk front of it.
"What do you want Professor?" Harry asked harshly.
"Sit down."
"No thanks," he replied with bitterness.
"I said to sit DOWN."
"No."
"Sit. Down."
"No," he replied again, crossing his arms in front of him, glaring. "Why?"
"So you can dandle until you have to return to your tower." Harry let out another dry laugh, then glared at him.
"Fine," Harry said, sitting down in the chair opposite from Severus Snape.
"Thank you, now, this will be very, very difficult for me to say . . ." began Snape. Harry raised one of his eyebrows in questioning manner. Severus sighed.
"I've thought for the past hour, that I should apologize for what I've said. . . . And for past years in classes that I've treated you. Don't get me wrong Potter," Snape said, watching his reaction. Which had flickered to a hopeful smile. "I'm still going to treat you as always in classes, but not as so much as not to raise any susipcions. I, however will refrain from taking house points from you unfairly."
Snape looked at the clock to his left, which is filled with plants and made sense to him because he said, "And now you may go back Potter."
Harry sat there a few more moments longer, and stood up, "I guess I should apologize too. I'm sorry for ever doubting you to trying in killing me, and for all the times I treated you in a way that wouldn't be considered nice. Well, good night professor."
". . . Good night," Snape replied curtly, Harry turned to leave the study hall and closed the door silently behind him, after a newfound respect, and mutual courtesy between the two. From around another corner, flickered a twinkle and went to it's own way back to the office chuckling.
Back at the Gryffindor tower, Harry entered through the portriat hole into the common room after giving the password to the Purple lady. He spotted his friends by the fire in their usual seats and headed over there, and sat down in a plush chair next to ron.
"Hey Harry, how was lessons with Professor Snape?" Hermione asked, looking up from her ancient runes essay.
"Same old, I don't feel so good," Harry said. Which is true, because he still felt sickened to his stomach from what he saw in the pensieve.
"Harry, mate, you DO don't look good, I think you should sleep now," Ron said.
"Ron's right, go to bed," Hermione said. "Occulemency can really make you weaker." Taking advice from the two, and stood up again, and went to his dormitory. The next day, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast. Ron was surpised in learning that the exams were only six weeks away and Hermione argued with Ron of how could that come as a surprise. The two argued amongst themselves and talking about their study schedules for upcoming O.W.L.s. Hermione then noticed that Harry seems down.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Huh? What? Oh yeah, fine," he replied quickly. Reading his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and seems to be pretending to read.
"I saw Cho earlier," Hermione said to him, cautiously. " have you two got another row?"
Harry looked up and towards the Ravenclaw's table and saw Cho got up and left without looking at Harry. "Oh, yeah we have."
"What was the row about then?"
"That stupid sneaky friend of hers," Harry began and Hermione cut him off before he had the chance to start sreaming his head off.
"But Harry--"
"Yeah, well, I don't blame you!" Ron said, filled with fury. "If it hadn't been for her..." The red-head went into a lengthy rant about Marietta Edgecombe, which Harry found to his relief. That he only had to say 'yeah,', 'uh-huh,' and nodding his head, looking angry. While thinking about the previous night's event.
'At least I got to talk to Snape about it..." he involuntairly shuddered at the thought of his Potion's teacher bellowing at him, and shoving him to the floor. At least his two friends didn't notice his shudder, but Ginny did.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean Ginny? Harry and Cho got another row last night," Ron said, still in his rant on about her friend. Ginny shrugged and went back to eating her breakfast.
Harry thought about his dad and Sirius. Of how many people compared him to his dad by his behavior and his looks. He then remembered why James, his dad, had made Snape's life a living hell. He remembered him saying to Lily, "It's more the fact that he EXISTS, if you know what I mean?" Harry shook his head mentally, frowning at himself. For nearly past five years, his father, had been the source of comfort, inspiration, and whenever someone ompared Harry to him, he had swelled up with pride.
He had continued these thoughts for next few days until on Sunday that Ginny was trying to talk to Harry in the library. "Harry, Harry, HARRY!" Ginny half-yelled, as not to recieve threatening looks from Madam Pince. At last, Harry snaped out of his gaze.
"What is it with you Harry?"
"Oh nothing, I was just thinking.. what's that there you got?" he asked, noticing the parcel Ginny was holding. "And why are you not at practice?"
"This is from my mum, which had only gotten through the newest screening process, ridiculous if you ask me. As for the practice, we had to take Jake sloper to the Hospital wing."
"Huh? What happened?" Harry asked, his brows burrowed into worried _expression.
"We're not sure, but we think he knocked himself with his own bat. Anyways, what's wrong Harry? You seem to be down in the slums lately. If you could just TALK to Cho..."
"No, it's not that.... it's..." Harry looked around in the room, "It's just that.... wait a minute." Harry said suddnely. Something had dawned on him. How could he have forgotten?
~~~Flashback~~~
"I want you to take this," Sirius said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the same size of a paperpack book into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked, filled with curiousity.
"A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time. No, don't openit it in here!" said Sirius, with a wary look at Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to persuade the tins to wear hand-knitted mittens. "I doubt Molly would approve --- but I want you to use it if you need me alright?"
~~~Flashforward~~~
Harry had pieced the things together, from one look at the parcel Ginny was holding to, and to from wanting to talk to Sirius. "Of course... That's it!" Harry said, getting up from his chair too fast. Knocking his piece of furniture with a loud bang. Pince yelled at Harry, but he had already left the library, leaving Ginny confused, and took after him, with the parcel which hasn't been opened by her as of yet.
In his dorm, Harry dug through his trunk for the badly wrapped package and what revealed is a mirror, and on the back inscribed by Sirius, explaining what it is.
'This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in sepearte detentions.'
Harry smiled to himself after reading the inscription, and flipped it over again. Breathing deeply and spoke as calmly as he can. "Sirius?" A few miliseconds later, came Sirius' face onto Harry's mirror. He grinned and Sirius grinned from his worried look when he had first appeared.
"Hey Harry! About time too! What took you so long?"
"I never opened the package," Harry replied.
"Ah, that explains it, well, what's going on Harry?"
"Oh lot's happened. Have you heard about Dumbledore?" Harry asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Of course I have, it was all over the daily Prophet and from the order members here as well. Anyething else Harry?" Harry curled in his bottom lip, bititng it. Sirius saw the look, as Jame and Harry looked exactly the same. He grew worried and asked.
"Harry, what's wrong"
"I... just want to talk about my dad..." Harry said, and Sirius rose his eyebrows in surpise.
"Oh? Well, go ahead Harry," Sirius gave him a bit of motion to begin talking. Harry, keeping promise to Professor Snape, gave only bits of details.
"Do you remember at the end of Defense Aganist the Dark Arts in O.W.L.s about how you Mauraders tortured Snape? What's the meaning of this?"
"I wouldn't judge your dad just by that," Sirius said, after a moments silence. "He was only fifteen."
"I'm FIFTEEN!" Harry said experhastedly.
"Harry, it's just one of those you could understand, he was all that Snape wanted to be. Popular, excellent at Quidditch, and pretty much hated each other from the moment they've set their eyes on one another. It's like with you and Malfoy, that you've told so much about."
"I guess I can understand THAT concept, but dad keeps messing up his hair," Harry whined, thinking about the part that he keeps shuffling up his hair. Sirius laughed.
"I've forgotten that he'd do that...."
"Uh... well, I had thought... that he was an idiot...." Harry said, hestiantly.
"Of course, we were all idiots! You're even being an idiot," Sirius said. "And no offense meant by the way."
Harry sighed, "None taken Sirius, but how come mum ever fell for dad? She said she hated him."
"Nah, she didn't, they started dating in their 7th year when James deflated his head a bit."
"Even Snape?"
"No, he was different, special case and of course without Lily knowing. James would not exactly to hex Snape around Lily now would he?" Sirius looked at Harry who looked unconvinced.
"Harry, you dad was the best friend I ever had, and he was a good person. A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it."
"Oh, alright Sirius, I just thought I'd ever felt sorry for Snape."
"Now you've mentioned it," said another voice from behind, and appeared behind Sirius. "How did he react to what you've found out?" It was Remus Lupin.
"I'll keep that to myself, but at least he let me continue Occulemency with me."
". . ." Sirius wasn't convinced by his answer, and Harry heard a door opening in his dormitory and looked up.
"Hey Ron," Harry said and looked back at the mirror. "Sorry Sirius, but I've got to get back to homework."
"Okay, but if he as much as to try and hurt you, you'll let me know at once won't you?"
"I'll do that Sirius, bye Professor Lupin--"
"No, no, call me Remus, I haven't been your professor in years now."
"Okay.... bye then Remus, Sirius." The mirror have closed connection and looked up at Ron.
"Hey mate, what was that thing" Ron asked, pointing to the mirror.
"Something Sirius gave me before we returned back to Hogwarts after Winter break."
"Oh, and what did you talk about?"
"It's private, I kept my promise," Harry said, putting the mirror back into his trunk.
"But mate, please," Ron began.
"No Ron, nothing you say won't change what I'm going to reveal or not." This made Ron very angry.
"FINE! Don't tell us anything at all who happen to be your best friends!" Ron yelled and stormed out of the dormitory. Harry only sighed, experhastedly. Harry threw his head into the pillow and thought about what Sirius said. Then he remembered Snape's telling him to clear his mind before falling asleep. He had done exactly that. First time he followed Snape's instruction out of classroom since he began with Occulemency. He fell asleep into a peaceful sleep.
The next day, Harry got up, thinking about the career advice that he will be having in the afternoon. Relieved that Professor Trelawney won't have to predict his death for long. He sat down happily, eating his breakfast, and thinking about the aspirations to become an auror.
"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" James asked in Pensieve, inside a memory of one of Snape's most worst memory, and Harry have witnessed all of this so far, and never saw whether or not James, his father took the pants off of him. Because at that exact moment, Severus Snape have put his hand on Harry's shoulder, gripping tightly.
Fear have settled down in Harry's stomach, and rooted to his spot, looking into Snape's eyes with horror. "Having fun?" The two of them rose back out of the pensieve through blackness and on solid ground once more, in Snape's study.
"So," Severus said, holding onto Harry's shoulder, very white with rage. "SO . . . been enjoying yourself, Potter?"
Finding courage to speak, and in reply to his question, "N-no Pro--" Harry began, but Snape cut him off.
"Amusing man, your father, wasn't he?" asked Professor Snape, shaking Harry nearly violently enough to have his glasses nearly to fall off his nose.
"I-- didn't profes--"
In the next second, Harry was thrown to the cold, stone floor harshly with courtesy of Snape. "You will not repeat what you saw to NOBODY!" Snape screamed with rage.
"I will do that Professor," Harry replied, wincing from his pain, and from Snape's yelling.
"Get out, get out, I don't want to see you in my office ever again!" He bellowed at Harry, who remained rooted to his feet. "I do believe that I said you to get out!"
"But professor I--" Harry began, feeling a bit more braver than only moments ago under Snape's wrath of yelling.
"I. Said. You. To. Get. OUT!"
"No! Not until you hear what I have to say!" he yelled, getting angry all over again. His buildup fury with Cho eariler and over Malfoy's jeering face that he had remedial potions.
"I refuse, now get out!"
"PROFESSOR SNAPE! I will not leave until you hear what I have to say!"
"Then by all means, I will remove you personally! Get out or it won't be until you graduate that you will be free from detentions worth!"
"FINE! Give me detentions, and at least I will tell you what I have to say about my own father!" bellowed Harry.
"I don't want to hear about your comments on your father! Get out now!"
Then calmly as Harry says it, "I'm ashamed of my father, after all these years, I have prided myself on being compared to my own dad. But after tonight, I don't know what to think anymore."
Harry turned and left Snape's study, filled with hot-temper, and deciding not to turn in for Common room early and stopped at the foot of the stairs that's on the foothold of corridor Snape's study is on and turned around and sat on the second from last steps and buried his hands into his face.
'How could I ever thought that my dad was like that?' Harry thought to himself, feeling sickened at the memory he witnessed. He knew how Snape felt, as he was the one on recieving end with Malfoy and his Cronies and his potion's master. 'I don't even want to be compared anymore...' He thought bitterly. After an hour with those thoughts ringing in his head, he heard footsteps coming near towards him.
"POTTER! What are you doing still down here?!" Snape asked, still furious.
"Do you really want me to raise suspicsions of my friends if I came back up too soon?" he asked, hands still buried to his face.
". . ." Snape wasn't sure what to say next, "Fine, at least stay warm, it's colder in the corridors than in my room." Then Harry let out a dry laugh.
"Cold? I'm not even cold so you can stop worrying about me and go back to whatever is it you were doing."
"Potter, follow me, it's an order," he said curtly, not letting go of his fury over Harry. His face sour with anger as he watched Harry unwillingly getting up from the steps. He turned and headed back to his study and let Harry back in the room, and he closed the door behind him as Snape sat down in his chair with his desk front of it.
"What do you want Professor?" Harry asked harshly.
"Sit down."
"No thanks," he replied with bitterness.
"I said to sit DOWN."
"No."
"Sit. Down."
"No," he replied again, crossing his arms in front of him, glaring. "Why?"
"So you can dandle until you have to return to your tower." Harry let out another dry laugh, then glared at him.
"Fine," Harry said, sitting down in the chair opposite from Severus Snape.
"Thank you, now, this will be very, very difficult for me to say . . ." began Snape. Harry raised one of his eyebrows in questioning manner. Severus sighed.
"I've thought for the past hour, that I should apologize for what I've said. . . . And for past years in classes that I've treated you. Don't get me wrong Potter," Snape said, watching his reaction. Which had flickered to a hopeful smile. "I'm still going to treat you as always in classes, but not as so much as not to raise any susipcions. I, however will refrain from taking house points from you unfairly."
Snape looked at the clock to his left, which is filled with plants and made sense to him because he said, "And now you may go back Potter."
Harry sat there a few more moments longer, and stood up, "I guess I should apologize too. I'm sorry for ever doubting you to trying in killing me, and for all the times I treated you in a way that wouldn't be considered nice. Well, good night professor."
". . . Good night," Snape replied curtly, Harry turned to leave the study hall and closed the door silently behind him, after a newfound respect, and mutual courtesy between the two. From around another corner, flickered a twinkle and went to it's own way back to the office chuckling.
Back at the Gryffindor tower, Harry entered through the portriat hole into the common room after giving the password to the Purple lady. He spotted his friends by the fire in their usual seats and headed over there, and sat down in a plush chair next to ron.
"Hey Harry, how was lessons with Professor Snape?" Hermione asked, looking up from her ancient runes essay.
"Same old, I don't feel so good," Harry said. Which is true, because he still felt sickened to his stomach from what he saw in the pensieve.
"Harry, mate, you DO don't look good, I think you should sleep now," Ron said.
"Ron's right, go to bed," Hermione said. "Occulemency can really make you weaker." Taking advice from the two, and stood up again, and went to his dormitory. The next day, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast. Ron was surpised in learning that the exams were only six weeks away and Hermione argued with Ron of how could that come as a surprise. The two argued amongst themselves and talking about their study schedules for upcoming O.W.L.s. Hermione then noticed that Harry seems down.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Huh? What? Oh yeah, fine," he replied quickly. Reading his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and seems to be pretending to read.
"I saw Cho earlier," Hermione said to him, cautiously. " have you two got another row?"
Harry looked up and towards the Ravenclaw's table and saw Cho got up and left without looking at Harry. "Oh, yeah we have."
"What was the row about then?"
"That stupid sneaky friend of hers," Harry began and Hermione cut him off before he had the chance to start sreaming his head off.
"But Harry--"
"Yeah, well, I don't blame you!" Ron said, filled with fury. "If it hadn't been for her..." The red-head went into a lengthy rant about Marietta Edgecombe, which Harry found to his relief. That he only had to say 'yeah,', 'uh-huh,' and nodding his head, looking angry. While thinking about the previous night's event.
'At least I got to talk to Snape about it..." he involuntairly shuddered at the thought of his Potion's teacher bellowing at him, and shoving him to the floor. At least his two friends didn't notice his shudder, but Ginny did.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean Ginny? Harry and Cho got another row last night," Ron said, still in his rant on about her friend. Ginny shrugged and went back to eating her breakfast.
Harry thought about his dad and Sirius. Of how many people compared him to his dad by his behavior and his looks. He then remembered why James, his dad, had made Snape's life a living hell. He remembered him saying to Lily, "It's more the fact that he EXISTS, if you know what I mean?" Harry shook his head mentally, frowning at himself. For nearly past five years, his father, had been the source of comfort, inspiration, and whenever someone ompared Harry to him, he had swelled up with pride.
He had continued these thoughts for next few days until on Sunday that Ginny was trying to talk to Harry in the library. "Harry, Harry, HARRY!" Ginny half-yelled, as not to recieve threatening looks from Madam Pince. At last, Harry snaped out of his gaze.
"What is it with you Harry?"
"Oh nothing, I was just thinking.. what's that there you got?" he asked, noticing the parcel Ginny was holding. "And why are you not at practice?"
"This is from my mum, which had only gotten through the newest screening process, ridiculous if you ask me. As for the practice, we had to take Jake sloper to the Hospital wing."
"Huh? What happened?" Harry asked, his brows burrowed into worried _expression.
"We're not sure, but we think he knocked himself with his own bat. Anyways, what's wrong Harry? You seem to be down in the slums lately. If you could just TALK to Cho..."
"No, it's not that.... it's..." Harry looked around in the room, "It's just that.... wait a minute." Harry said suddnely. Something had dawned on him. How could he have forgotten?
~~~Flashback~~~
"I want you to take this," Sirius said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the same size of a paperpack book into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked, filled with curiousity.
"A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time. No, don't openit it in here!" said Sirius, with a wary look at Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to persuade the tins to wear hand-knitted mittens. "I doubt Molly would approve --- but I want you to use it if you need me alright?"
~~~Flashforward~~~
Harry had pieced the things together, from one look at the parcel Ginny was holding to, and to from wanting to talk to Sirius. "Of course... That's it!" Harry said, getting up from his chair too fast. Knocking his piece of furniture with a loud bang. Pince yelled at Harry, but he had already left the library, leaving Ginny confused, and took after him, with the parcel which hasn't been opened by her as of yet.
In his dorm, Harry dug through his trunk for the badly wrapped package and what revealed is a mirror, and on the back inscribed by Sirius, explaining what it is.
'This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in sepearte detentions.'
Harry smiled to himself after reading the inscription, and flipped it over again. Breathing deeply and spoke as calmly as he can. "Sirius?" A few miliseconds later, came Sirius' face onto Harry's mirror. He grinned and Sirius grinned from his worried look when he had first appeared.
"Hey Harry! About time too! What took you so long?"
"I never opened the package," Harry replied.
"Ah, that explains it, well, what's going on Harry?"
"Oh lot's happened. Have you heard about Dumbledore?" Harry asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Of course I have, it was all over the daily Prophet and from the order members here as well. Anyething else Harry?" Harry curled in his bottom lip, bititng it. Sirius saw the look, as Jame and Harry looked exactly the same. He grew worried and asked.
"Harry, what's wrong"
"I... just want to talk about my dad..." Harry said, and Sirius rose his eyebrows in surpise.
"Oh? Well, go ahead Harry," Sirius gave him a bit of motion to begin talking. Harry, keeping promise to Professor Snape, gave only bits of details.
"Do you remember at the end of Defense Aganist the Dark Arts in O.W.L.s about how you Mauraders tortured Snape? What's the meaning of this?"
"I wouldn't judge your dad just by that," Sirius said, after a moments silence. "He was only fifteen."
"I'm FIFTEEN!" Harry said experhastedly.
"Harry, it's just one of those you could understand, he was all that Snape wanted to be. Popular, excellent at Quidditch, and pretty much hated each other from the moment they've set their eyes on one another. It's like with you and Malfoy, that you've told so much about."
"I guess I can understand THAT concept, but dad keeps messing up his hair," Harry whined, thinking about the part that he keeps shuffling up his hair. Sirius laughed.
"I've forgotten that he'd do that...."
"Uh... well, I had thought... that he was an idiot...." Harry said, hestiantly.
"Of course, we were all idiots! You're even being an idiot," Sirius said. "And no offense meant by the way."
Harry sighed, "None taken Sirius, but how come mum ever fell for dad? She said she hated him."
"Nah, she didn't, they started dating in their 7th year when James deflated his head a bit."
"Even Snape?"
"No, he was different, special case and of course without Lily knowing. James would not exactly to hex Snape around Lily now would he?" Sirius looked at Harry who looked unconvinced.
"Harry, you dad was the best friend I ever had, and he was a good person. A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it."
"Oh, alright Sirius, I just thought I'd ever felt sorry for Snape."
"Now you've mentioned it," said another voice from behind, and appeared behind Sirius. "How did he react to what you've found out?" It was Remus Lupin.
"I'll keep that to myself, but at least he let me continue Occulemency with me."
". . ." Sirius wasn't convinced by his answer, and Harry heard a door opening in his dormitory and looked up.
"Hey Ron," Harry said and looked back at the mirror. "Sorry Sirius, but I've got to get back to homework."
"Okay, but if he as much as to try and hurt you, you'll let me know at once won't you?"
"I'll do that Sirius, bye Professor Lupin--"
"No, no, call me Remus, I haven't been your professor in years now."
"Okay.... bye then Remus, Sirius." The mirror have closed connection and looked up at Ron.
"Hey mate, what was that thing" Ron asked, pointing to the mirror.
"Something Sirius gave me before we returned back to Hogwarts after Winter break."
"Oh, and what did you talk about?"
"It's private, I kept my promise," Harry said, putting the mirror back into his trunk.
"But mate, please," Ron began.
"No Ron, nothing you say won't change what I'm going to reveal or not." This made Ron very angry.
"FINE! Don't tell us anything at all who happen to be your best friends!" Ron yelled and stormed out of the dormitory. Harry only sighed, experhastedly. Harry threw his head into the pillow and thought about what Sirius said. Then he remembered Snape's telling him to clear his mind before falling asleep. He had done exactly that. First time he followed Snape's instruction out of classroom since he began with Occulemency. He fell asleep into a peaceful sleep.
The next day, Harry got up, thinking about the career advice that he will be having in the afternoon. Relieved that Professor Trelawney won't have to predict his death for long. He sat down happily, eating his breakfast, and thinking about the aspirations to become an auror.