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He banged the lids of his trunks shut and locked them.

“Let’s see,” he said. “I think that’s everything. Yes. Only one thing left.”

He pulled out his wand and turned to them.

“Awfully sorry, boys, but I’ll have to put a Memory Charm on you now. Can’t have you blabbing my secrets all over the place. I’d never sell another book —”

“Theo, oh my God, Theo,” she whispered fiercely.

“What?” Theo’s head popped up behind his own book about serpents only native to the United Kingdom.

“I- oh my God- I think I found it!”

Theo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible sound in the silent library.

“Fred and George Weasley,” Harry whispered back. “It’s a rematch tonight after dinner.”

“I mean, don’t like hurt them bad, ya know?” Ron said sheepishly. “They’re prats but they’re loads more fun than Ginny or Perce.”

“Fair enough,” Harry agreed easily.

It was pointless to want things you’d never get.

“Can I ask you more questions?” Harry asked hesitantly.

Snape responded instantly, “Certainly.”

“What do you want in return?” said Harry.

Snape smirked at him, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood really. “Absolutely nothing. I am sure you have many questions and I am happy to answer them if I am able.”

“And nobody else heard it?” Hermione asked, her brows pulled down in a puzzle look.

“Only Harry,” Susan clarified.

“That’s... that’s not good,” Hermione said haltingly. “I mean, hearing voices isn’t a good sign, even in the Wixen world.”

Harry had already worked that out for himself.

No, his initial thought was wrong- Potter did not accept his death as a justifiable act. He has carried it with him for all this time.

“It looks remarkably like a spell I invented when I was a student,” Severus told him slowly. “I have also used it in self-defense before.”

Potter lifted his head from his knees and studied Severus.

Susan Bones seems to be one of the only people Potter accepts touch from.

Severus wondered what made her different than Hermione Granger or Blaise Zabini?

He had exchanged multiple owls with Potter over the summer but had not actually seen the child until now. He looked different... healthier, certainly.

Draco just groaned and refused to discuss the possibilities with him. Apparently, he ‘didn’t need help for any of his mad ideas’.

Rude.

They entered Gringotts and Harry gave a sharp smile to the Goblin at the counter.

“Griphook,” he said, nodding his head respectfully. “I need to visit my vault.”

“Do you know how to duel?” he asked the boy during breakfast one morning, halfway through his stay.

Potter and Draco shared amused looks. A look that made Lucius believe Draco has kept Potter’s secrets close to his chest.

“I do,” the boy said, an amused grin on his face. “Learned from the best, supposedly.”