Time Heals All Wounds

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::AN:: this is a repost of this chapter, not a new one. i needed to add something at the AN at the bottom.



Chapter eight: Legilimens



Severus awoke to bright light pouring into the charmed windows of his room, deep in the bowels of the schools dungeons. He squinted and covered his face. “Damned Albus and his charms windows.” He snarled to himself.



He pulled back the large blankets from his body. He sat up, and leaned his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. The potion he had taken the night before, had not worked. His dreams were those of Hermione, and himself. They had gone out to London, for a night on the town, Severus taking her to a muggle night club.



Severus began to grind his knuckles into his temples. Just when he had finally accepted what happened, she disappeared, and now his head was spinning. Bring back what he had finally buried.



Severus sighed, and pushed himself off of the bed. He needed to shower, and go down to breakfast. He would at least need to put up an appearance. He had missed too many days already, and the students would be slipping up. He smirked to himself. Yes. Taking some points from Gryffindor would be just what he needed.



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Severus entered the Great Hall. He strode up the aisle to the head table, his long black robes billowing behind him. Nodding to Albus, he took his usual place beside Filius. He sat straight as he glanced over the hall passing over each house slowly.



His Slytherins seemed pleased of his quick return, though Draco Malfoy was glaring at what was left of the ‘Golden Trio’. He made a quick mental note to question him of it later; perhaps he would have an excuse for taking off points. Without Hermione--- Miss Granger, he needed to stop thinking about her; they were bound to do something worth detention.



He let his eyes wander to the Hufflepuff table. Several of the younger students winced at his glare. The others were used to it, and so just ignored him.



He gave a quick glance toward the Ravenclaw table. There were several seventh years doing some last minute studying. ‘Smart idea.’ Severus thought to himself. ‘I plan on testing them over their homework, that I am sure none of them have completed as of yet.’



Severus finally let his gaze fall on the Gryffindor table. Mr. Potter was talking to Ginny Weasley. Severus smirked to himself. He muttered “Legilimens” under his breath. He dove inside of Harry’s mind, while vaguely thinking, that if he were caught, Dumbledore would give him a tongue lashing.



He watched as Harry’s thoughts and memories swam before his eyes.



[An: what Severus is seeing in Harry’s head, is in Harry’s POV.]



‘Do you think we’ll fall out?’ Harry asked Ron as they crossed the lake, toward the school.



‘Nah. These boats are magical. They won’t let us fall out.’ Ron replied confidently.



The vines and hanging leaves parted as the boats floated through them. A spider falling on Ron’s shoulder causing him to scream in terror.



The castle was brilliant. As they gazed up at it, the night stars illuminating the sky, and moonbeams scattered across the lake, and the castle roof and windows. The first years stared in wonder, in awe, at the magnificent sight before them.



They were all broken from the sight of the castle, by a loud, wet splash, coming from behind them. A slightly sloshing noise like something was breaking through the water sounded. Neville Longbottom was pushed back into the boat.



‘Heh. Guess you can fall in…’ Ron said sheepishly.



There was a blur of motion, and color as the memory changed.



‘It’s Professor Snape Harry! Honestly, I don’t see why you are determined that Professor Snape is evil. He is a good man, and has had a rough life.’ Hermione said sternly. ‘And keep your voice down.’



Several second years looked at them curiously. Harry raised his wand, ‘Muffiliato’.



‘But Hermione,’ Harry continued. ‘Snape is a Deatheater. And I don’t care what Dumbledore thinks about him, I know he hasn’t changed. Think about it, he misses classes, and then when he returns, he is meaner than hell. He favors Slytherin, and hates me. What else could it be?’ Harry reasoned.



Hermione glared at him.



‘Professor Dumbledore, and Harry, if you remember correctly, as you were in the hospital wing at the time, when Professor Snape returned, he had been beaten, cursed, and unconscious. It isn’t as if he comes back to Hogwarts, skipping with joy.’



Harry shivered at the thought of Snape skipping.



‘Harry, although you are my best friend, you can be a bit pig headed sometimes. Also, the world doesn’t revolve around you, and not everybody likes you. Take Malfoy for instance. He dislikes you, but he isn’t out to kill you.’ Hermione finished. ‘Think about that…’



The memories shifted again…



Harry ran, under the invisibility cloak. He ducked behind several statues as a gaggle of students passed. He raced up the interchanging staircases, and up to the portrait of the fat lady. ‘Pixy dust’ he said, and climbed through the portrait hole.



He threw off his cloak, proud of his prank, only to stop in his tracks at the sight of hermione standing in front of him, her hands on her hips in a very ‘Molly Weasley-ish’ fashion.



‘And just where have you been, Harry James Potter?’ she asked sternly, with her famous, Don’t-even-think-of-lying-to-me-because-I-already-know-what-you-did look.



Harry gulped, nervous, and also noting that her hand was on her wand. He struggled to think of what he could tell her, so that he wouldn’t get into trouble.



‘I am WAITING!’ she demanded.



‘I, uh, well you see, I-’ Harry stampered.



‘No. I do not see. And you also haven’t told me where you were yet.’



Harry told her that he had been to the dungeons.



‘And what were you in the dungeons for, if I may ask?’ Hermione said, now getting angry.



‘I, uh, kind of followed Snape as he was going to his rooms, and put a charm on the door. It will, um, make his robes red and gold, and he won’t be able to enter his rooms to change, and he can’t undo the charm, until midnight tomorrow.’



Harry immediately flinched as he saw Hermione’s hand twitch.



‘Harry Potter! I am very ashamed of you! Haven’t I told you over and over again, to let Professor Snape alone!?’ Hermione shouted.



‘Now.’ She said to him. ‘Sit your arse down on that couch while I think of what to do with you.’



‘Come on Hermione! You can’t punish me! You’re my best friend!’ Harry protested, panicking.



‘That may be Harry, but I am also a Prefect, and I can assign you detention, or take points off if I so choose. So I suggest you sit down, and shut up.’



Harry did so.



There was a slight blur to his memory, and Snape knew it to be changing by a day.



The next morning, Harry laughed as Snape entered the Great Hall in Gryffindor colors. His laughter stopped, however, when he heard Hermione mutter a charm quietly. The entire hall burst into laughter. Harry looked down after feeling a slight tingling wind rush up his spine.



Harry was wearing an outrageous outfit. The robe itself was a silver color, with Slytherin green plumes sprouting off of the collar. His hair had been turned blond, and was pulled back into a ponytail. His hat was large, and was also silver, with very large Slytherin green feathers. His shoes had been replaced with tapshoes.



He looked at Hermione aghast. ‘I look like Malfoy in drag!’ his face a bright red as he complained. ‘Please, Hermione, change it back!’



‘No. It stays. All of your robes are like this now, and they will not change back for a week. And stop you’re pouting Harry, because you can’t change your hair back either and this is what you get for doing that to the Professor.’



‘Geeze Hermione! If we didn’t know you any better, I’d say you have a thing for Snape.’ Ron said.



Severus caught a glimpse of something, but couldn’t make it out. He pressed a bit further, but Harry, realizing someone was inside of his mind, immediately applied his occulmency. Severus quickly pulled out, having got what he came for.



He pulled his coffee; he preferred it black, toward him. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, he smirked to himself as he reached for the bacon.



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Harry had an uneasy feeling about something, but he wasn’t sure what. It was the end of the day, and he was on his way to meet Ginny in the Astronomy tower. It was after hours, and Harry was walking by the light of his wand, the Marauders Map in hand. Ginny was there already.



When Harry reached his destination, he said, “Alohomora. Nox.”



He walked in and Ginny walked into his arms. Locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths met and tongues battled furiously. Harry waved his wand at her stomach, and then at a table, transfiguring it into a plush bed.



He led Ginny to the bed, and they quickly undressed the other, and were soon on the bed, Harry straddling Ginny. They kissed. Harry reaching for her.



Ginny screamed, rushing to cover herself. Harry looked confused and hurt.



“And just what do we have here? Hm?”





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