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Concealing his hurt body was easy enough. He was too thin and bruises littered his body, some nearly faded yellow to the more recent black-purple ones. Harry caught Snape's eyes following him for some reason. Honestly, the only thing Harry had done so far was faint because of Dementor exposure. He picked at his food while Hermione and Ron fussed.
Harry was too exhausted to join in about Sirius Black—who supposedly killed his parents and was his Godfather. There was a new professor, like every year so far. Remus J. Lupin the DADA professor. I wonder if this one will try to kill me, Harry thought with an inaudible snort, or wipe my mind.
“Harry!” His head snapped towards Hermione, body tensing involuntarily.
“Huh, yes, Hermione?” Harry questioned, looking around easily.
“Did you not hear anything I said? Honestly, Harry, are you sure you don't need to go back to Madame Pomfrey?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Mione. I'm just exhausted is all.” He lied, and by the way her eyes narrowed, Harry knew she knew it.
“Okay, then. We'll be leaving in a bit, and you can head right up to bed.” He nodded and she went back to talking to Ron, still looking uneasy.
Harry glanced back up at the professors again, and saw Snape and Lupin talking quietly, looking disturbed. Dumbledore was watching the pair with narrowed eyes.
Looking away, Harry looks around for someone else to watch, and his eyes land on Ginny.
“How are you, Ginny?” He asked the red head, drawing her attention from Hermione and Ron's conversation.
“I'm good, Harry, how are you since earlier?” She gave a soft smile; her eyes filled with concern and fondness.
“Better,” Harry said, giving a laugh that was entirely too forced. “Madame Pomphrey ordered me to have a lot of chocolate and said something about it making everything better.”
She laughed, kicking in the effect that made Harry laugh as well, deeper and less forced than earlier. It shook his lungs enough to rattle and drag coughs from his throat.
“Harry, are you sure you're okay?” She leaned in and said, “that doesn't sound too good and you're looking a bit pale.”
“Yeah, I'm fine, Ginny. I swear. I'm just tired from earlier.” Harry gave a mischievous grin. “Is that a nice way to say I look like shite?” He laughed as she flushed and gave a gentle slap against his arm, right on a fresh bruise. Harry winced as if she knocked him on his arse to play off the flinch. “Hey, that's mean! You can't be a big tosser.”
“Haha, yeah right, Potter.” They continued to talk for a bit longer, and Harry felt eyes stay on him until they had left to go to the common rooms, but who didn't watch Harry Potter? The thought was bitter.
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When they get to their dorm, Ron and Harry just collapse on their beds, laughing their arses off for no apparent reason.
“Okay, enough of that, I'm going to shower. G’night, guys.” The other boys in the dorm echoed Harry. After he’d finished, he found everyone else asleep. Thinking it couldn't hurt to go on a short walk, Harry grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and slipped it over himself.
No one was in the common room, nor the halls. Harry looked out the window, though, and saw the forms of the Dementor in the stark moonlight. He shivered and turned away. He stopped walking when he heard quiet but angry voices.
Harry went and peeked around the corner and saw Snape and Lupin. He furrowed his eyebrows and silently shuffled closer.
“You can't–stop!” Snape had his wand at Lupin's throat.
“Why are you here, Lupin?” Snape sneered, digging his wand into the flesh of Lupin's throat.
“Harry is in trouble with…him around. I am his–” Lupin was cut off by an animalistic snarl from Snape.
“He's your damn husband.” Huh?
“I am Harry's godfather, as well! Get your wand away from me, Severus.” Lupin warned.
His godfather? Sirius Black, an escapee from prison. Remus Lupin, his professor. Both are Harry’s godfathers. They're married. They knew his parents enough to be his guardian if something happened.
“Someone is here.” Snape said suddenly, finally removing his wand from Harry’s godfather's throat. With his heart in a knot and his stomach aching uncomfortably, Harry turned and ran.