HP : The Chronicles

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"Oh, now, see here, Lucius…" Fudge's trembling voice sounded from the open door. The Minister had at least realized that he would be unable to deal with whatever was happening without Dumbledore in the school. "Dumbledore suspended -no, no- last thing we want right now…" But he was still ignorant to Malfoy's intentions it seemed. Well, one out of two was a score good enough for him. It didn't take long to have him convinced though, as Malfoy slithered his way gracefully around the Minister's objections; how that man was ever elected was beyond the comprehension of the green eyed wizard. Apparently, the assurance he got from Malfoy that all twelve governors had agreed to suspend the Headmaster was enough.

"An' how many did yeh have ter threaten an' blackmail before they agreed, Malfoy, eh?" Hagrid hollered, Harry -even as he winced at his booming voice- mentally applauding him.

"Dear, dear, you know, that temper of yours will lead you into trouble one of these days, Hagrid," Mr. Malfoy offered sarcastically. "I would advise you not to shout at the Azkaban guards like that. They won't like it at all." Harry was in the point of hexing the man. There was little to do but scream where Dementors were involved and everybody in attendance you that.

"Yeh can't take Dumbledore!" Yelled Hagrid. A soft cry came from Fang, but Malfoy must have stood unfazed. "Take him away, an' the Muggleborns won' stand a chance! There'll be killin' next!"

"Calm yourself, Hagrid," said Dumbledore in a sharp tone, before addressing Lucius Malfoy. "If the governors want my removal, Lucius, I shall of course step aside…"

"But…" stuttered Fudge, hopeless when it came to something else save strutting his title around. Typical, Harry thought; the man had once wanted to condemn Severus without a trial and he didn't even have the nerve to act in front of a true Death Eater.

"No!" growled Hagrid. Harry was about to voice his own objection if things continued this way. Severus too would have a field day out of this for sure.

"However," said Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, "you will find that I will only trulyhave left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." What was that for, Harry wondered. Could Dumbledore know Adrian and Ron were in the room with him? Was he about to be found out too? Then he glanced at the ring still on his thumb; having the ability to cover his magical trace had never felt so good.

"Admirable sentiments," Malfoy's voice sounded, soft as silk once again. "We shall all miss your, er, highly individual way of running things, Albus, and only hope that your successor will manage to prevent any, ah, killings." Then he left the cabin, bowing as Albus stepped out. Both Hagrid and Fudge were still inside and Harry could clearly hear the half-giant state;

"If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'." Follow the spiders? What kind of an advice was that? While it was true that spiders in general feared the basilisk, Hagrid couldn't know what the monster was. And how could the spiders help in any case?

Not sitting around to ponder on the fact, Harry flew all the way round the school to avoid being seen before he entered the main hall cautiously. Instead of climbing the Grand Staircase, he made a beeline for Severus's office; he has gauged the potions master reaction perfectly this time; Severus was furious, his hand gripping his wand ominously. Something told Harry that, once he left the office, Severus was going to pull out his broadsword and start smashing things around the room. And in truth, the black clad professor did just that.

The days that followed were predictably gloomy. Draco was prancing around the school and even went as far as to proclaim he would ask his father to support Severus for the Headmaster's position as Professor McGonagall -who was the Deputy Headmistress- wasn't going to last. Severus accepted his comment with a tight lipped smirk that, to those who knew him well -meaning Harry- could easily be translated to 'I would hit you in the head with a cauldron but that would blow my cover and possibly cost me my job'.

Neville exchanged an exasperated look with Harry over his almost completed potion; he was doing much better in potions now under Harry's tutoring and having his fear of Severus abating. The potions master had been less cautious with the boy now that he was in turn less afraid the Gryffindor would cause a cauldron to explode and that meant he had to hover less around him during classes. Neville, showing the intuition Harry was slowly recognising in him, had picked up on the reason why Severus had hovered so much in the past.

Then he had gone and surprised Harry by not commenting on it and simply taking everything in with a stride, simply adjusting his views and not sticking to prejudices. The green eyed wizard found himself oddly proud with his friend, just as he once had been with his brother when Adrian had first started mastering his basic defence charms. It had been years since then and Harry had never expected to feel that companionship again; friends are the family you choose, a small voice, oddly sounding like Nicholas, echoed in his mind and the boy had smiled and adjusted his views in turn. Maybe there was some truth in that saying.

Lockhart was the second exception to the general rule and was as annoying as ever, clearly stating he had predicted Hagrid was the culprit all along and badmouthing him every chance he got. Unable to help himself, Harry slipped that little potion he and Severus had come up with a few months ago, specifically for such an occasion. And it was a general agreement that Lockhart did look especially smashing that day when, while eating dinner the middle of the Great Hall, he took a sip of his drink and ended up with lime green hair and a bad case of acne. Severus stole a glance towards Harry, ducked his head slightly and tried to drawn his laughter in his glass of water. The whole Great Hall burst out laughing, even the staff being unable to hold back their mirth. Flitwick almost fell of his chair as he tried to stop his laughing fit by looking everywhere but at Lockhart and Professor McGonagall was chortling openly.

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