Potterstoodoutsidetheastleforalongtime,longerthanDraolikedtostayintheforest,buthehadlittlehoie.

Thankfully,atorrentofsummerrainforedhimbakinside,givingDraoovertosneakbakintotheastle.Hehurriedbaktohisquarters,movingpainfullyslowlyonehegottothedoor,hopingthatifhewasquietenough,hemightbeabletohearifanyonewasthere.Hedidn’tknowifPotterstillhadtheInvisibilityCloak,buthewouldbesurprisedifhedidn’t.

“Sepultura,”hewhispered,barelyabreath.

TheelveshadleftsomefoodonDrao’stable,aShepherd’spiethatHarriethadlearlynibbled,andasmallpieeofake.Hisstomahrumbledatthesightofit,andhemeanttoeat,hereallyhadbuthismindwasotherwiseoupied.Heouldn’tstopthinkingabouthowHarryhadreahedouttotouhhimandthenpulledawayquikly,asifhewerehurt.Howallhehadtodowastouhhimtoseethroughhisdisguise.Heknewheshouldhavestayedbak,shouldhaveatedmorelikeawildfukinganimal,butthepullhefeltinhishestjusttobealittlebitloserwastoostrong.Howitfelttohavesomeone’seyesonhimandhavethemreallyseehiminsteadofseethroughhim,andhowiffeltforthoseeyestobeHarry’s.HeofoursepnnedontellingMGonagallthattheiionwasiable,thathewasornered,thathehadjustsatthereandletHarrytalktohim.Thatwas,hepnnedontellingherthateventually.

Hehadafeelingonesheknewtheyhadmadeontat,Harrywouldhavetogo.Eitherthat,orhewould.

Harryhadommenedhisstudiesinthelibrary.Orhewastryingto.Hismindwanderedbaktotheanimagusonthegroundsretivelyoften.Hehadbeenouteverynightsinetryingtospotthemagain,buttonoavail.Eithertheyhadleft,ortheyweremakingsurethathedidn’tknowtheywerethere.Hewasalmostsuretheyweren’tmaliious,butmostofthepeoplethatfelttheyneededdisguisesatHogwartswerenotpeoplehewouldwanttomeetagain.Still,heouldnotbringhimselftoreportittotheheadmistress,notuntilheatleasttriedtofigureoutwhoitwasonhisown.Hesupposedhehadneverbeentoogoodatturningdownahallenge.

Whenhewasn’tthinkingabouttheanimagus,hewastryingtothinkupwaystogetintotheSlytherindungeons.Theyonsumedhim,andnotjustinwaking.Inhisdreams,hewouldfindhimselfintheommonroom,agreentingelightfilteringinfromthewindowsthatlookedoutintotheke.Therestoftheroomwastoodarktomakeout,butheouldtellitwasnotthesameasthesttimehehadseenit.Hewanderedblindly,bumpingintothingsuntilheametothedoorofthedormitories.Itwasonlyawoodendoor,notsodiffiulttopee,butheouldnevergetittoopen.Hewouldpresshiseartothedoorandswearheouldhearsomethingontheotherside,breathing,therustlingofbedlinens,faintwhisperings,eventhequietmewofaat,butneveranythingthatmeantanythingtohim.

HehadfirealledRonandHermioneonesinehisreloation.Ithadgoneasheexpeted.

“I’msogdyou’vefinallyfoundsomethingtooupyyourtime,Harry!Although,outofthethreeofus,Iwouldneverhavepinnedyouastheonetoendupaprofessor,”Hermionehadughed,andhehadtoagree.

“Howdoyoulikeitbakthere,mate?”Ronhadasked,seemingasequallyhuffedwiththenewsasHermione.

“Ilikeitfine.Notthesamewithouteveryonehere,obviously,butbetterthanGrimmauldPe.”

Hehadpausedforamomentbeforeadding,“Ithinksomethingoddisgoingonhere,though.”

“Merlin,Harry,it’sHogwarts.Somethingoddisalwaysgoingonthere,”Hermionesaidrolledhereyes.

Hehadleftitatthat,realizingthattheyprobablywouldjustthinkhewasbeingparanoid,orworse,worryabouthimifheeborated.

TheyhadendedtheallbytellingHarryhewasgoingtobeawonderfulprofessor,whihheprayedwouldbetrue.Hesupposedthathewouldbeabetterprofessorthanhewasastudentifitwasn’tforthatdamnedlokeddoor.Hisdownfallsasastudenthadnotbeenforkofintelligene,orpotential,butratherbeausehewasdistratedbysomeratherpressingissues.Ofourse,justwhatwaswastingawayinthedefuntSlytherindungeonswasnotaspressingofanissueasdefeatingtheDarkLord,butitwastheonlyonehehad.Somaybeitwasanexusenottofous,butitdidn’tfeellikeit.

Hewasn’tsurehowlonghehadbeeninthelibrary,onlythathehadgoneinearlythatmandhowthesunlightstreamingthroughthewindowssignaleditwassometimeafternoon.Hehadbarelymadeadentintheworkhewantedtogooverthatweek,onlythefirstfolderofoldlessonpnsbeingmovedtothe“done”pile.Tobefair,ithadonlybeenthreedaysofstudyinginhisfivedaysofbeingbakatHogwarts,butheknewthatifhewaswathisfullapaity,heouldeasilybegettingthroughafolderortwoaday.Hesighed,flippingthepagehewasstaringatbaktolookatthepagebefore,notatallsurprisedthathedidnotrememberanyoftheinformationhehadapparentlyalreadyworkedthrough.Hehewedonhispenil—hehadswithedtopenilsafterleavingHogwarts,quillsbeingtoomuhworkforwhattheywereworth—andbegansrathingdownnotesagain,hopingmaybethethirdtimethroughthefolderwouldbeaharm.

“Potter.”

Harryjumped,droppinghispenilwithatterasheturnedtothesoureofthevoie.

“Iamgdtoseeyouhaveyourstudiesunderway,”MGonagallontinued,walkingaroundthetablewhereheworked.

“Yes,well,wouldn’twanttogetbehind,”Potterstuttered,reahingdowntothefloortoretrievethepenil.

“Don’tworry,Iknowiftherewasanythingelseforyoutodo,youwouldbeoffdoingthat,”MGonaga

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