In Your Eyes

Chapter 10


"Lance Snape." Severus spat into the fire calling on his good for nothing brother; a head appeared in the fire despite their age difference the brothers looked at the opposite ends of their spectrum. Lance looked like the poster boy of health, not a day over twenty-five despite approaching his sixth decade of life. Severus however looked like he was approaching sixty rather than late thirties, he glared at the similar face but received nothing more than an easy look back.

"To what to I owe this pleasure Severus?" his brother asked with a grimace, "And, judging by your expression, should I have Alon call me a medi-witch?" he continued with a teasing smile. Severus merely glared at him angrily,

"Why did Harry Potter tell me that you might have some insight to his recently discovered potions skills." he asked looking very perturbed. Lance looked surprised, pulling out of the fire briefly, a moment later it roared to life and he stepped through. He was slightly taller than the younger vampire and his black hair was styled in short waves,

"What did Harry tell you?" he asked looking slightly worried. Severus growled,

"Never mind that! Why do you seem to know him so well? Does this have something to do with Der's quick relationship with him too?" he demanded, there were something he hated more than teaching depraved children, and that was being kept in the dark. The fire flared to life again and Severus stared at the familiar face and his capacity to think evaporated.

"I think I'll do a better job of explaining Lance," said the pretty female voice.

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Harry shifted through another book looking for anything that would help him remove the Dark Mark, he swore slamming yet another book shut.

"Nothing, Nothing, NOTHING." he huffed angrily, he needed to help Draco. Maybe, just maybe he should go to Snape, the potions master would probably have some insight to where to start. There was a shuffling near him and he looked up, surprised to see a once familiar bushy haired brunette. He had been avoiding Hermione most of the year and she looked much worse for wear. There were deep bags under his eyes and her hair was frizzier than usual, she replaced a book only to scan the shelves for another. He looked at the book she had replaced, 'Rare Magical Creatures: The Fae Decent' he frowned none of their classes involved Fae decedents... The Ellexi were Fae decedent.

"Oh, Harry Hi..." she said awkwardly snatching a book before he could see the title and carefully avoiding his eyes.”Well bye." she said dashing out. He stared after her wondering silently if she had figured out what he really was, that could present problems if she had... He sighed slumping against the table.

"Harry!" green eyes opened and looked up again, this time it was Ron who looked a little neglected.

"Hey Ron." he replied sighing. He did not feel like sitting through another round of what happened this summer and the rest of his story.

"What's up?" he said sitting down with a smile, "Never expected to find you in here." he said with a grin, Harry returned the smile.

"I was... trying to figure something out." he said evasively. Ron grinned and shrugged,

"Any luck?" he asked. Harry was surprised by the lack of questions today,

"No. Most unfortunately, I think I'm going seek help, unfortunately I think Snape's my only chance." he said sounding a bit despondent. Ron frowned,


"Well if it's that important...?" he replied and Harry had to sit up and look at Ron, curiously.

"Are you really Ron?" He asked with a grin. Ron laughed and nodded,

"Need company?" he asked obviously asking about Snape. Harry thought about it and looked back at his best friend,

"Risking your livelihood to accompany me into the bowels of the dungeons?" this time when Ron laughed it was an honest laugh, and they eventually made their way down through the dungeons. However their uneventful progress was hindered by Crabbe and Goyle who had a familiar blond pushed up against the wall.

"Listen up Malfoy you had better be working on your task..." Crabbe never got to finish his sentence, as a wall of white-blue magic slammed into him throwing him against the wall.

"Get away from him." Harry hissed his glamor wavering the spell that accompanied the glamor to keep his wings confined by his cloak wavered too causing said wings to strain against his cloak.


"Count on the Potter Hero complex," Goyle sneered pulling out his wand, it was becoming rapidly apparent that either the two troll-like boys had been acting the last six years or someone with a much better level of intelligence had control of them.

"Touch him again and I swear you'll be privy to the dark side of that hero complex." Harry sneered his eyes a dark emerald shining with anger. Ron stood aside in shock looking at the unconscious blond and wondering why Harry seemed to care so much.

"Ron do me a favor?" he asked watching Crabbe and Goyle dash off, "Get him to the hospital wing? I need to talk to Snape first." Ron almost began to argue but another glance at the blond and despite six years of mutual hate he couldn't help a small twinge of sympathy for the slytherin.

"Alright Harry, good luck." he said levitating the unconscious blond, and gently maneuvering him away from the dungeons. Harry stalked down the rest of the way knocking very loudly on the potion's lab door,

"Professor! Professor I need to talk to you!" he called angrily, the door opened to reveal the wrong Snape.

"Uncle?" He said looking surprised glancing beyond him he frowned, "What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise as the door clicked shut behind him.


AN: ONCE AGAIN I AM SOORRRYYY =(
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I think there was something else I wanted to say but I can't remember so until next time.