“TheSlytherindungeonswerelosedoffandthedormitoriesreloated,asyouknow,”MGonagallsaid,walkingwithHarrydowntheorridortoheroffie.
“Whatdoyouusethemfornow?”Harryasked,knowingnothinginHogwartseverreallywaseliminated,onlyrepurposedorlefttorot.Partofhimhopeditwasthetter,thinkingthatperhapsiftherewasanytraeofMalfoyleft,itwouldbethere.
“Ste,”MGonagallreplied,smilingtightly.
“Oh,”Harryreplied.Heouldn’thelpbutfeelasthoughshewashidingsomething,buthehadbeenausedofbeingoverlysuspiioussinethewar,andtobefrank,whowouldn’tbe?
“Wedon’thavemanyfreeoffies,”sheontinued.“Therewasquiteabitofshufflingforthemoredesirableonesasteahershaveomeand…goneinthestfewyears,andI’mafraidthebiggestspaeleftisSeverus’soldsuite.I’llhaveitlearedoutandfilledbakinwithsomenewerthings,ifyou’dliketotakeit.It’sinthedungeons,soit’snearthekithens.”
Sherememberedhistendeniestogotothekithenforsnaks,then.Harryouldn’tsayhewouldn’tfeeloddstayinginSnape’srooms,whentherehadbeensomanyyearswithnolovelostbetweenthem.Heouldn’timaginemakingaspaethathadbelongedtoSeverusSnapeforsolonghisown.Thenagain,withouttheSlytherinommonroomsinthedungeonsanymore,therewouldn’tbeasmanystudentswanderingaroundthereonesseswereover.
“IguessI’lltakeit,then,”Harryanswered,tryingtopushhishesitationsaside.Itwasonlyaroom.Whoeverlivedtherehadnothingtodowithit.Snape’soffieswerenowjustvaantrooms.TheSlytherindungeonswerejustvaantroomsnow,too.
Harrywasstartledbyapressureonhislegs,lookingdowntoseeaaliowindingaroundhisshins.
“Hello,”hesaidsoftly,bendingtosrathherhin.
Shemeowedbaktohimratherintelligently,leaningintohishand.
“What’syourname?You’remuhprettierthanMrs.Norris,unlessmymemoryservesmewrong,”hesaid.
“No,shebelongstooneofthestudents.Notsurewhih,asshe’salwayswonherown.Andappearstohavebeenabandonedhereforthesummerholiday.”MGonagallreplied.
“Areyouquitesuresheisn’tastudent?”heasked,motioningtohisowngssesandlookingbakattheat.Hermarkingslookedremarkablylikegsses,atraitheknewbothMGonagallandRitaSkeetersharedintheiranimagusform.
“I’dknowifshewas,”sheansweredshortly.
“Therewereanimagusintheastlebeforewithoutyouknowing,”Harrypointedout,refereninghisfatherandhisfriends.Hestoodfromhisrouhedposition,theatwalkingawayataleisurelypae.
“Foolmeone,Potter,”MGonagallrepliedlightly,raisinghereyebrowsathim.
“Right,”Harryreplied,thoughheouldn’thelpthelittlewhisperofdoubtinhismind.
TheyarrivedatDumbledore’soffie,nowMGonagall’s.ItmadeHarrywanttough,howunhangedtheastlelookedwhileatthesametimebeingompletelydifferent.Ormaybeitmadehimwanttory.
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