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~~Snape" mistake~~
After years of playing on the field, Harry Potter was back in Hogwarts.
It was a lovely summer day when he came back and everyone was very happy. Everyone except one, of course. The Potion Master there was still scowling and sending biting remarks to all the staff and students, alike. But today he was not anywhere to be seen.
Harry looked for him, after he said his hello"s to everyone. He looked in his office, in his classroom, and even in his rooms. But he was nowhere. It was hard for Harry to look for the man everywhere when he had a very persistent friend on his tail, waiting for him to tell the adventurous story of snakes and forests. So he said yes.
"Tell me Harry, how was the job? I heard you were taking very dangerous steps to tame some snakes." Hermione was working in Hogwarts as a charms professor after the loss of Flitwick. But she was the same as she was seven years ago. A little more mature, but overeager and as curious as he had left her.
"Hermione, I have told you everything in the letters I wrote to you. It was a nice job, but I am very glad to be home, again."
"And we are all glad to see you again. It has been a long time, Harry. Tell me how are you coping?"
"Well what you don"t know is that I wasn"t chasing snakes all the time. You know the first two years, when I wasn"t writing anything." At Hermione"s nod he continued. "I was introduced to a person, by Dumbledore of course. A priest, warrior priest. So for two years I was training to be a healer. Not the whole course, which would take more than ten years, but just enough to help me with the situation."
"Wait, tell me from the beginning."
"As you know, I wasn"t ready to expose myself to the world, so I went into hiding. Albus told me about this man that can help me. At first I thought that he will cure me, but you know as well as I do that there isn"t a cure for me.
"So I went to this temple in India, and it was magnificent. I met different kind of creatures. Fairies, dwarfs, magical animals, and so on. I had two incredible years of my life. Mind you, it was very hard at the beginning; I was all absorbed in my self-pity. One person never let me on my own. She was studying to be Instructor. At first, she was getting on my nerves, worse than Snape I tell you. Nothing I did was good enough for her. But I guess I learned along the way that she was the reason that I stop feeling so self-destructive and lonely...
"After a while, she became my companion and friend. She said she would visit. I can hardly wait for you to meet her. You will love her."
"That is wonderful Harry, I can"t wait to meet her, too. Come on we have to go to dinner. You"ll tell me more after."
Dinner was very interesting for Harry, but Snape was not there either. Harry was starting to feel nervous, thinking that something happened to Snape. But he couldn"t bring himself to ask. He knew that his voice would waver and he wasn"t prepared for all the questions before he had the chance to talk to the man.
A week had passed after his arrival and there was still no sign of Snape. Harry was slowly starting to loose hope that he would see the man. Sitting in the library he was recalling the night he spend in his arms, the love he received. He never would have thought that Snape could be such a gentle person in bed. So caring and so responsive. Harry had made a mistake that night. He went to Snape with a wish to feel the harsh treatment of the Potion Master, looking for something to distract him from the world. Wanting cruel and brutal treatment, he was very disappointed to experience the gentleness and thoughtful touch of Snape. So the next morning when Snape left he didn"t felt anything. He knew that his opinion of Snape would never be the same. The man has given him the gentleness he had craved for so long, but in a very bad time. When Harry wanted to be ridiculed, to have a reason to yell and be angry, his Professor has disappointed him.
Seven years later Harry was back. He tasted the sweet love that Snape can give, and had understood why. He had rough lovemaking, all that he wanted; he had been ridiculed and made angry; he had crushed and screamed and after that all his emotions have been spent and he was calm and ready for the next thing the world had ready for him. For seven years all his bed partners were left in the middle of the night, never to see that face of the young man that slept with them. The young man had been in another country, and another man has been blessed with good and rough sex, and abandoned afterwards. Snape gave him a welcoming home full with love and caring. After the storm, Snape gave him sun.
Now Harry"s emotions were not an unstable volcano waiting every moment to erupt and burn everyone around. Now he was ready to face his world with all his mistakes. He was ready to get out from the darkness and face the sun. But the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Two weeks after coming home, Harry found himself into Albus" office.
"Your class preparations are fine, Harry. I am sure that you"ll do fine."
"Yes, but I am afraid that the students are not going to respect me, you know, once they find out. I think they"ll feel that they can do anything."
"You"ll do fine, Harry. Just remember that they are still a little afraid of you. And don"t give them reason to mock you. You are trained to do this."
"Thank you Headmaster. Good day."
Harry was still little shaken when he got out of the office and he bumped into something solid that knocked him on the floor.
"Watch where are you going. Well, well, well. If it isn"t Harry Potter, in all his glory, sprawled on the floor at my feet. Tell me, Mr. Potter, to what do I own this honor?"
Harry"s heart was biding so fast that even if he could have gotten up from the floor, he would not be able to do it. So he stayed on the floor, with his head down, when he said, "It is nice to finely hear from you too, Severus. It has been a long time."
"A very long indeed, Mr. Potter. I never thought I would see you here again."
"Well I am here now, and not going anywhere."
"That is wonderful. And as much as I want to chat with you on the floor, I have better things to do than wasting my time. Good day."
`Bastard, fucking bastard. Didn"t help me up, even." If Harry was expecting more from Severus, he was greatly mistaken. He knew that if he went to Snape and told the man that he like him, Snape would never believe him. Well why should he, when Harry went away without a word, and never once write to him? He had to make Snape believe in his good intentions, and his forever. Harry had a plan, and he intended to start first think in the morning, of course if he succeeded to get up from this floor.
At diner, Harry tried to engage Severus into small talk, but all he got from the man were grunts and snarls, so after some time he gave up. He would have to try a different tactic.
Couple of days later Harry found himself in Severus" office waiting for the man to come.
"What are you doing here Potter? I don"t remember inviting you in my office or you want detention."
"Haha, Severus. I came because I need you to help me with some classes. You see, I want to work on picture developing charms and I need a potion. I don"t know how Flitwick did it, but I would need the potion. So if you would find a time to teach me how to make the potion I would be very grateful."
By the time Harry was finished, Severus was in agony.
"You honestly think that after seven years of trying to teach you something, I would expose myself to teaching you again. Well think again Mr. Potter. I"ll make the potion and give it to you. Only because I don"t want to see the whole school blown up by your attempts."
"Of course, I"ll be on my way then. Good bye, Severus."
That was the second plan Harry had thought of that was ruined. What he couldn"t understand why was Severus so mad with him. He didn"t act that way before Harry left, and Harry hasn"t done anything to upset the man. Sitting at the shore of the lake, Harry watches landscape in the distance. He is holding back tears, knowing that if someone sees him crying he"ll have a lot of explaining to do. No one knows about the little episode with Severus. No one knows that that night had plagued Harry"s thoughts for years, trying to interpret the meaning of his menacing Professor acting gentle. Time after time, he repeated the scene, looking for something hidden, searching for answer to why is Severus so different in his bed. Bus he was just a young man then, never in his wildest dreams he would imagine that Severus cared for him. And now he knew, deep down inside his very soul he was starved for gentleness, for touches that soothe and heal. He knew that Severus has starved for attention, too. They were two little kids, in a body of a grown man, trapped in time when they need the attention of love and caring. He knew that Severus was hurt when he left, and now he pays for him mistake.
"I hope the lake holds the answer to your question."
"Hello, Albus. It is a fine day, so I thought that it may clear my thoughts."
"What"s worrying you? Maybe I can help."
"I have no doubt that you can, but I need to solve this on my own. I don"t want to concern you unnecessarily."
Albus sat down on the grass next to Harry. Looking at what the young man was looking a moment ago, he cleared his throat and in a dreamy voice said, "Well now I know that the lake indeed holds many answers. A moment ago, it told me that Severus in a kind of man that doesn"t want to see what is in front of him nose." And than in a more serious tone, he added, "He doesn"t know, Harry. He doesn"t know what you know. Maybe you should give him a hint."
The next moment, when Harry turned his head to ask the Headmaster, what is that that Severus doesn"t know, but Albus was nowhere to be seen. Harry shook his head and rise from the grass. He has work to do, too.
Severus was confused. He didn"t know what to do. The young man thinks he can waltz back in his life, and everything will be back to normal. He never even wrote. After Severus left him the note, Harry never even wrote to him. Not even once. And now he thinks that he can come into Hogwarts and into his bed, as if nothing happened. Seven years of waiting, worrying that something happened to him. But, no. The famous Harry Potter left, leaving the dirty work for the mere mortals to clean, to worry about him. Never once Severus lost hope that Harry would write, never once he stopped looking at the owls caring the mail, every morning of every breakfast of every day of the seven years. With time, he lost hope, but never stopped looking for the mail.
He knew that Harry wanted rough sex that night. He knew that Harry wanted the awakening of his emotions and fears. But he couldn"t make himself to do it. If he had one night with Harry, he wanted to be sweet and gentle. He wanted to give the boy a place to come back, a place where he would be loved and taken care of. He gave that to the boy, and not expecting anything in return, he left the next morning, giving the young man a chance to leave. But not before leaving a message. A message that still sat on his bedside table, gathering dust and yellowing in time. It was his punishment, it was his doom, and he never wanted it to stop.
"Good morning, Severus. How are you this morning?"
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, just to ask how are you."
"When shall I be at your office?"
"What makes you think that I want you in my office?"
`The damn twinkle says it all." "Why else would you be seated next to me?"
"Ah, Severus, you know me too well. It is not an order. I just wish to talk to you."
"I"ll be there after breakfast.
"Good. I"ll se you then."
"Pop kek" Severus said to the Gargoyle, wishing he were anywhere else but here. The `chats" with the Headmaster always ended up bad, and he had a feeling this one will not be so different. But when he entered the office, Albus was nowhere to be seen. He sated himself on a char that was closes to the exit and waited for the Headmaster to show up. He didn"t have to wait long. Only a minute after he entered he was the unmistakable lime-yellow robe that could just be Albus".
"Ah Severus, you are here."
"Yes, I am here," Severus drawled, "What do you want me for?"
"Hm, Oh yes. Nothing, I just want to ask how you are doing. How are the plans for the classes going?"
"They are fine Headmaster. I"ll have them ready by tomorrow and bring them to you."
"There is no rush, child. Take your time."
"Is there anything else, or that was what you wanted to know?"
"Well, now that you mentioned it, I was wondering how are things going on with Harry. I know that you were close before he left, and I am concerned how are you two getting along?"
"With all due respect, Headmaster, I don"t think that is any of your business. And I really would appreciate it if you stay out of mine private affairs."
"I am trying to help, Severus. Harry is sitting by the lake every day and thinking, so I thought that you might help him with what problem he has. You know, you were very good company to the young man before. You helped him cope with the lost of his friends."
"I did nothing like that!"
"Well, whatever you did Severus, do it again. At least just talk to him. I have a feeling it would help greatly. He is really scared of how the students will accept him."
"I"ll do my best Headmaster. Is there anything else?" By now, Severus was desperate to get out of the office. When Albus shook his head no, he said his good-byes and left.
Now Severus had to find Harry and talk to him. Like some good will come out from that. `I guess he is right. I have to talk to the boy before the school year starts. No good in delaying what has to be done." He is going to give Potter a piece of him mind and walk out. Now, just to find the boy. Albus told him he is usually by the lake, so he"ll start there.
Just as he anticipated, Potter was by the lake throwing stones and looking deep in thought.
"If you hope to kill the Squid, you"ll have to try harder. Those stones are way too small." It was a poor joke, and Harry didn"t even lift his head, but continued to stare at the lake.
After a while, Harry said, "I guess you talked to Albus then. What did he told you to talk to me about?"
"Yes, he did, but I wanted to talk to you anyway."
"That is refreshing news, after I tried several times to talk to you. But, I guess you"ll talk to someone just when you want to talk to him."
"Well, one can"t say anything different to you also. You are the one that left without saying anything. And after seven years, you expect the world to just stop living and wait for you to return and take of where you left."
"I went for a job, and I went to work on some issues, never expecting anyone to stop living. I just wanted to talk to you about that night. And..." Harry took a deep breath; it was no good for him to get all worked up. "...and you are the one that left with nothing to say. What was I supposed to do, chase you around the castle for good bye?"
"I said Good bye, I said many things. I didn"t want to wake you and left a message."
"A message!?! You. Left. A. Fucking. Message?" Now Harry was getting work up, and with a reason. Taking a few calming breaths, to stop his heart from bursting, he whispered. "You left a message for me to read? Is that it?"
After hearing Severus" soft `Yes", he really started to shake. "You are more sadistic than I thought possible. I have nothing more to say to you."
And he left Severus standing there wondering what had he done wrong now.
Hermione found Harry on the Quidditch pitch, sitting in the middle of the pitch. When she came near him, expecting him to hear her, she was utterly disappointed. Sensing that something is wrong she sat next him and put her arm of his shoulder.
"Harry, what"s wrong?"
What she didn"t expect to see was tears running down on Harry"s face. So she hugged him, whispering all kind of nonsense in him ear.
"Now, will you tell me what the matter is?" she asked when he calmed down.
"Well, it"s a long story. And I don"t know if you"ll be very happy with it."
"Come on Harry, you know that I"ll listen and than comment. But if is important to you I"ll keep an open mind."
"Yes, well now is a good time as any. Well, after graduating, I went to Severus with a proposal." She flinched at Snape"s name, but kept her mouth closed. "So I spent a night with him, and in the morning he was gone." He wisely kept that he wanted rough sex, "Well, I really didn"t expect anything else, it was one night deal, but I kept thinking about it and I realized that it is him I want. So when I came back I searched for him, but he was acting very badly. Like he was angry with me. Before you came, we had a talk, we had a fight, and I accused him of never saying good bye or anything, so I thought that he wanted to be left alone. And you know what he said?" at Hermione shake of head, he burst into tears again; "He said that he left me a message. Can you imagine what kind of man would leave me a message?"
By the time Harry finished him little story, Hermione was angry red in her face. Not carrying what she looked like, she started to yell.
"Well, what you were expecting from him, Harry? You shouldn"t have slept with him in the first place. In fact, how could you have slept with him, after all he has done to you? To us. We thought you were our friend, and all the time you were working behind our backs. Have you thought what Ron would say? He hates the man."
She took a deep breath, not noticing that Harry has drawn his wand ready to strike at any moment. She just got ready for another tantrum.
"And, Snape. What the hell was he thinking? Bedding you. Of all the evil thinks he had done, this is the worst. I am going to give him a piece of my mind. That evil bastard!!!"
As she rose from the grass, she just heard one soft `Obliviate" and sat back again on the ground.
"So Harry, how was your day?"
"Hermione, I think I want to be alone for now. I"ll see you tonight when Ron comes." And he left very bewildered Hermione on the grass, thinking that it will be a great effort not to hex her the next time he sees her.
Ron was also on the road. In Scandinavia, gathering Myth and Legend stories from the population there. He was very excited when Harry told him about the Muggle that believe in Gods and strange creatures, and went to explore the truth and imagined points of the theories. Every year he went to different country, exploring the remains of the cultural believes from time to time. And Harry was very excited to see him after seven years.
But Ron didn"t come that night nor the next. In fact, Ron was nowhere to be seen for a week, and when he finally came, he withdrew in his room. So Harry decided to pay him a visit. To his great surprise, Ron let him in. Sensing that Ron didn"t want to speak about what"s bordering him, he tried to avoid questioning about it. But it was hard, thinking that Ron might be in some kind of danger, so after some questions he gave up.
"Ron, I know you don"t want to talk about it, but please tell me what is the matter?"
"Trust Harry to be subtle about something," the laughter told Harry that it might not be so serious and he relaxed. "Nothing"s the matter; I just didn"t wanted Hermione to see me. I am pregnant Harry."
"You are? Wow, Ron that"s wonderful. I am so happy about you. Who is the father?"
"I am happy too, but there is no father. You see I was dating a guy and he didn"t wanted children, so it is complicated. It is from a donor. I went to this temple and they told me that there are some healers that are able to summon spirits and put them in your body. I know it sounds crazy, I didn"t believe it at first, but I guess it true. And I know Hermione will be furious about becoming pregnant without another person. You see Harry; I don"t really know what is wrong with her. The last couple of years she has some personal agenda about two men having child. She says, `That is horrible, not only is unethical but also, how are two men supposed to care about a child when they can"t take care of them selves. And to think about all those male hormones damaging the child. The women"s body is for giving birth, not male"s." Jesus Harry, she was all red in the face and hyperventilating like I have something against women giving birth. You know Malfoy was right, she is too Muggle to be in wizarding world. I tried to tell her that wizards have carried children, but she didn"t even want to hear. It is like back in fourth year when she tried to free all the house elves. What"s with you, you look like you solved the greatest mystery of today?"
"Umm, Hermione freaked out when I told her something. And I thought that she would understand. But I guess I was very wrong, so I did something I really regret, not that I won"t do it again."
"You Obliviated her? Wow Harry, that"s so...soooo cruel." Ron snickered once, twice, and snorted, and then burst laughing. "I know I wanted to do it a lot of times. Are you sure life with snakes didn"t made you little jumpy? No, don"t answer that I don"t want to know. But, why did you Obliviated her, what was that bad?"
"Never mind Ron, is not important. I don"t want to talk about it. In fact, I don"t even want to think about it."
"Ok, so are we going to have dinner?"
"Yes, dinner sounds wonderful."
It was great night, Harry and Ron talked for hours, explaining about their adventures, about Harry"s training earlier. But Ron knew something was wrong. He wanted to tell Harry that what ever it is, he`d understand, that he wasn"t that person from schooldays that went mad about anything and everything, but knew that if Harry wanted to talk about it, he would tell him so.
Harry didn"t meet with Severus after that night; he wasn"t at meals nor in the staff-room. It was like when he came, as if the man had vanished after their talk. What he didn"t see was both Dumbledore"s concern looks and Ron"s close attention to him. He was getting paler, and thinner as the time passed, and his friends were very concerned for him. It was like a strange triangle, Dumbledore and Ron watching Harry, and Dumbledore and Ron watching each other. At top of it all, Hermione was watching all of them and she didn"t liked what see saw.
When all became too much, Ron went to talk to Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, you must know what is going with Harry. I am really getting worried about him. He is acting like back in school. Can you tell me something?"
"Yes, I can see that Ron, but all in good time. When Harry is ready to talk, he will come out clean. All we can do now is make sure he is ok, and doesn"t fall to depressed."
"You are right; I know how he was when we tried to pry something out of him."
"And there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. Harry has voiced his concerns about how the students will accept him. So what I want you to do is to stay with him at least till the winter break. So the students and he can adjust to the new situation. It won"t take a lot of your time and I know Harry will be very grateful for all the help."
"Sure, I don"t have anything to do for a while, and I can"t travel in my condition, so I"ll be glad for a little extra work. But you know that when I become too big, I won"t be able to sit in the classroom. And after that I can stay as long as I am needed."
"Thank you Ron. Is there anything else? Do you want to stay for some tea and cookies?"
"No, headmaster, I"ll go and see where Harry is."
As the days passed, Harry was getting more and more frustrated. Ron was following him around, and the school year starts in two weeks. It was like being in Hell, just not as hot. He understood his friend"s concerns, but he was a big boy, now and didn"t want a babysitter.
"Will you stop following me around, Ron? I can take care of my self." He told Ron one day when he was resting by the lake.
"I am sorry Harry, but you are getting more depressed as the time passes, and I can"t see you like this."
Harry, who was waiting a denial, stood mouth open-mouthed and utterly embarrassed. "Sorry, didn"t mean to shout."
"Tell me what is wrong, Harry. I promise I"ll try to help. I swear on my sister"s honour. I won"t judge you."
Seeing that he was trapped, Harry resigned himself to loosing another friend, for Ron was never as open-minded as Hermione, and the little chat with her went very wrong. But he was willing to take the chance. So he started with at the beginning, intentionally not mentioning whom was he talking about. But this time, he told Ron about the problem and misunderstanding with the person.
When Ron heard that Harry expected that person to be cruel and uncaring, he knew whom Harry was talking about, and why Hermione had reacted so badly. It was kind of funny he to be the one to understand Harry, and Hermione to be impulsive.
"He left you a message? Hell, Harry maybe he doesn"t know. I honestly don"t believe that after being gentle with you he can do something so terrible. Why would he leave a message on purpose, when he knows that you are going to be gone for years? He didn"t even know if you"ll be back."
"You know who I"m talking about Ron, don"t you?"
"Of course. Snape"s not that bad. I think...."
"Well, I am not going to tell him. Isn"t it obvious? I thought that whole castle knew."
"Do what you like mate, if you want I"ll talk to him."
"No, no, no. I don"t want him thinking that I can"t face him. I"ll talk to him when he"s back."
Hermione was furious. After all the talking she made, Ron had the nerve to get himself pregnant. This was outrageous. Oh, she"ll get him for that. She"ll call an old friend and tell her what she thought about male pregnancy.
"Why, Ms. Granger. I never expected to see you here. What can I do for you?"
Not being able to conceal the disgust in her face, Hermione decided not to bother.
"You own me a favour, and I am here to tell a story."
"I love a good story, my dear. But you already know that, don"t you?" the eyes behind the spectacles sparkled, and a hand reached after a quill, listening intently what Hermione has to say.
"This is a wonderful story my dear, but hardly a productive one. If you want me to publish this story you"ll have to tell me about Harry"s little secret. The world has a right to know the real reason of Harry Potter"s escape. I represent the world, and if you tell me that, I"ll make your story worth a million. I"ll have every man reading it and every woman thinking about their rights. What do you say?
Severus Snape was sitting in his favourite chair, in the library of his home, when the `Daily Prophet" and he choke on his morning tea. On the front page with big bald letters stood a headline.
EXCLUSIVE:
The BLINDNESS
Made Harry Potter escape from his admirers
What went wrong?
By Rita Skeeter
Severus" jaw was about to hit the floor. Maybe he didn"t read it right.
A close friend of Harry Potter affirmed that The Boy Who Lived is indeed blind.
Hermione Granger, very close friend and ex-girlfriend to Harry, told us that the destruction of You Know Who left the young hero without his eyesight.
"No one was able to do anything. Not even the mediwizards at St. Mungo"s. But Harry is coping very well. After he came back, he doesn"t even notice it. I am very proud of him."
I have a reason to believe that Harry Potter was emotionally damaged and was feeling very weak after his blindness, so he fled the country. After the many calls from Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he came back to teach Charms...
Severus couldn"t believe his eyes. All of the sudden all the things that Harry had said, all the things he had done, started to make sense. But why someone didn"t tell him. Dumbledore surely knew that he had no idea, and the old man never told him anything.
The time Harry bumped into him not bothering to get up, it was strange then but now it all made sense. As the puzzles were falling into the right places, he was getting more concerned. The message. That"s why Harry reacted that way. The young man was definitely angry, but who wouldn"t be, and that is why he never wrote to him.
Now, it was time to make it right. He couldn"t contact Harry, so it had to be someone close to him. And when he"s back at Hogwarts he"ll give the all-knowing Headmaster a story of his own. Ron Weasley, that"s who he"ll contact. The boy was close to Harry, and will understand. He"ll write a letter immediately.
Ron wasn"t expecting any mail that morning so it came as a shock when a black owl came to him, demanding attention. So he untied the letter, and he gasped upon reading whose letter was from.
"What is it Ron? What"s it says?"
"Nothing, Harry. It"s from a friend. I"ll see you later."
Mr. Weasley,
I know that I am the last person that will write you a letter, but I assume that you read today"s newspaper, and are as astonished as I am on seeing what it has to say.
I am sure you knew your friend"s `little secret", but I didn"t. I assume you know about mine and Harry"s little liaison, so I am going to say it straight.
I have made a great mistake regarding Harry, and I wish to make it right. What I don"t want is to go to him and tell him. It is not adequate for him and for me. For we are not little children.
You come from old family and know that is not a way to court someone.
I am asking for your help, and I will be happy and obliged to return the favour in equal amount and more.
I will tell you again, I am not doing this to embarrass your friend or to hurt him. My intentions are truthful. If you don"t believe me you can come and talk to me at Snape Manor any time. I am regretfully not able to leave now, but I will be back in time for the beginning of the term, if you chose not to honour me with your visit.
Whether you chose to help me or not, it is entirely by your desire, but I ask you not to tell Harry about this letter, considering that you haven"t already told him.
If you wish to ignore my request, please throw or burn this letter. I will not hold anything against you.
Sincerely
Severus Snape
Half an hour later, Ron couldn"t stop laughing. It was hilarious; the man must be desperate to seek him for help. Well he was glad that it wasn"t Hermione. He shivered at that thought. So, he would get to visit Snape"s little sanctuary. That would be worth interacting with the man.
Professor Snape,
Yes, I know about Harry"s blindness and about you affair with him. No, I don"t know about the article, I stop buying that stuff long time ago. I hope you"ll save the one you have for me to see it. I have no idea who would tell that bitch Rita Skeeter about Harry.
I am willing to help you, and I don"t want anything other than my friend"s happiness from you.
I will come to talk to you if you tell me where and when. We"ll talk more when we see each other.
Ron Weasley