Mr. Potter! Back from a leisurely s

Mr. Potter! Back from a leisurely stroll through the Forbidden Forest?"

To Harry's delight, the familiar figure of Professor Snape was waiting at the entrance to Hogwarts. For some reason, Snape was looking a few shades whiter than usual. Oh, dear! He wasn't getting sick from breathing all the strong fumes down in the dungeon, was he? Perhaps he needed to get outside in the sun more often.

"The entire school staff has been searching for you for hours, Mr. Potter," said Snape in a muffled sort of voice. "Strangely enough, they were under the impression that the school rules that explicitly forbid the students to leave the Hogwarts grounds without permission also applied to The Boy Who Lived."

The shaggy black dog by Harry's side glared at Snape and gave a menacing growl deep in his throat.

Snape glanced rather nervously at the dog and took a quick step back. "Sweet Merlin, what is that? Have you befriended Mrs. Norris' boggart? Why are you accompanied by this flee-bitten mongrel, Potter? Surely, you are not intending to bring that mangy animal into the castle?"

The dog snarled, bared its teeth and looked hungrily at Snape's pale throat.

Harry beamed. "Oh, he's not really a dog, Professor. He's my godfather, Sirius Black."

"He's... what?" Snape froze. For a long moment, he just stood there in the gathering twilight, staring at the beautiful dog, apparently too overcome with emotion to speak. Harry was quite touched that his reunion with his godfather affected the potions master so deeply.

Sirius flickered lazily into human form, and Snape drew a long trembling breath. Sirius tossed a wild black curl out of his eyes and regarded Snape with a little smile. "Why so pale, Snivellus - are you not happy to see me?" He spoke Human in a very friendly sort of way, but Harry noticed that there was still something in his voice that sounded a bit like a dog.

Snape suddenly sprang into motion. With one fluid movement, he flung himself in front of Harry while whispering hoarsely: "Run, Harry! Run! This is the man who betrayed your parents to the Dark Lord! Run away from him, and I will deal with this dog as he deserves." Snape pointed his wand at Sirius with an unsteady hand. "Cru-crucio!"

The spell didn't seem to have any effect, and the professor looked down at his wand in annoyance. "I mean it! Crucio, dammit!"

Sirius merely raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Forbidden curses a little rusty, Snivellus? You surprise me. I would have thought you had them down pat by now, after all these years as a death eater."

"Whatever," muttered Snape and flung his wand aside. "I can rip you apart with my bare hands if that's what it takes, Black!"

"Oh, don't get your little grey knickers in a twist, Snivellus!" Sirius spat on the ground right by Snape's feet.

Harry sighed. His poor godfather really had a very hard time making friends, didn't he? Snape's normally pale face was flushed with rage now, and the two men glared at each other like wild animals about to fly at each other's throats. The potions master was a little prickly at times, of course, but Harry remembered that Sirius hadn't even been very pleasant to his delightful old friends from Azkaban. Harry had had to use some very strong magic to keep Sirius from getting into a shuffle with the other released prisoners on the boat ride back from Azkaban that afternoon. For some reason, Sirius had not been at all happy to recognize people he knew among the ragged prisoners. He was rather rude to the nice lady named Bella, punched someone named Mulciber in the eye, and even tried to throw the charming Lestrange brothers overboard. It had taken some of Harry's most powerful cheering magic to get them all to settle down. And here Sirius was again, apparently ready to get into a fight with the nice potions master!

"Excuse me!" said Harry firmly. "There will not be any fighting. Please try to get along."

"Harry!" Snape sounded very agitated. "Didn't you listen to anything I told you? This man, Sirius Black, is a murderer and a traitor! He sold your mother and father to the Dark Lord! He is responsible for their deaths!"

Sirius took a few steps closer to Snape and growled in a distinctly dog-like way. He lifted his arm and looked ready to strike Snape down with a single blow. But Harry's magic held him back, and Sirius could do no more than spit furiously in the potions master's general direction. Snape was also held nicely in place by a little shot of fairy magic.

"You think I betrayed Lily and James?" roared Sirius. It wasn't me, you fool! It was Peter! Peter Pettigrew! I just learned from Harry that the little rat is still alive, after all. It was he who sold James and Lily to Voldemort, you moron, not me. He killed those Muggles and faked his own death! Just wait till I get my hands on that treacherous little coward!"

"What?" whispered Snape. His face was ashen now. "Peter Pettigrew? No, impossible - he is dead!"

Harry shook his head. "Oh, no, he's not, Professor. I met Mr. Pettigrew on the train, you see. He used to be my friend Ron's rat, but unfortunately I scared him away."

"He used to be Mr. Weasley's rat?" Snape looked baffled. "I don't understand what you are saying, Potter. You are not making any sense."

"Peter is an animagus, you idiot," cried Sirius. "Surely, even you must have heard of them. Didn't you see me transform a moment ago? We were all animagi, James, Peter, and I, while Remus..." He broke off suddenly.

"Oh, please. I know about the blasted werewolf," said Snape irritably. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think, Black."

Sirius' grey eyes flashed. "And yet you seem to believe that I was capable of betraying my very best friend in the world and his wife and child to Voldemort!"

Snape's black glance lingered on Sirius' face. He seemed to be searching for something in the other man's gaunt features. "You would not be the first member of the Ancient and Noble House of Black to choose the Dark Lord over family and friends," he said icily.

Sirius flushed angrily. "Oh, Merlin, you prejudiced bastard! I can't help being born into the hoary and inbred clan of the Blacks. But I am not like them! James was my friend. And... and I loved James! How could I ever have done anything to harm him? I loved him as much as you loved her; were you really too blind to see that?"

Harry couldn't help smiling to himself. How wonderful that his poor parents had been so loved by their friends!

"What?" Snape stared at Sirius. "You loved-? Oh, this is absurd. You don't even understand what the word means, Black. Don't talk to me about "love". James Potter was just your friend, your comrade in mischief, while I loved Lily with all my heart and soul."

"As I did James." Sirius' voice was a hoarse whisper.

For a long moment, the two men stared at each other, tugging a little at the magic that kept them apart. Then Snape said, very quietly: "You loved him? Are you joking? Sirius Black and James Potter were in love?"

Sirius' face flushed dark red. "James never loved me back, Snape. Not like that. I was just a friend to him. He loved her, not me. And even though it was anguish to know that I could never be more than his friend, I would rather have his friendship than nothing."

Snape studied Sirius' face intently for a moment. Then he said, a slight tremor in his voice: "I know that feeling, Black. But to think that you, of all people, the handsome and popular Sirius Black, would be familiar with this sort of pain..."

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Ông Potter! Trở lại từ một nhàn nhã dạo qua rừng cấm?"Để thỏa thích của Harry, hình quen thuộc của giáo sư Snape đã chờ đợi tại cửa trường Hogwarts. Đối với một số lý do, Snape đã tìm kiếm một vài sắc thái trắng hơn bình thường. Oh, thân mến! Ông đã không nhận được bệnh từ thở tất cả khói mạnh xuống trong ngục tối, ông? Có lẽ anh cần thiết để có được ở bên ngoài trong ánh mặt trời thường xuyên hơn."Các nhân viên toàn bộ trường học đã tìm kiếm bạn trong giờ, ông Potter," nói Snape trong một loại nghe không rỏ tiếng nói. "Kỳ lạ đủ, họ đã theo ấn tượng rằng trường quy tắc đó một cách rõ ràng cấm các sinh viên để lại Sân vườn Hogwarts mà không được phép cũng áp dụng cho các cậu bé người sống."Chó xù xì màu đen bên cạnh của Harry glared tại Snape và đã đe dọa một gầm gừ sâu trong cổ họng của mình.Snape liếc nhìn khá nervously ở chó và đã diễn một bước nhanh chóng trở lại. "Sweet Merlin, đó là cái gì? Bạn đã kết bạn với bà Norris' gia tinh? Tại sao có bạn kèm theo này thú lai cắn chạy trốn, Potter? Chắc chắn, bạn đang không có ý định để mang lại cho rằng động vật ngốc vào lâu đài?"Con chó snarled, hàm răng của nó bared và nhìn hungrily cổ họng nhạt của Snape.Harry dầm. "Oh, ông không phải là thực sự một con chó, giáo sư. Ông là bố già của tôi, Sirius Black.""Anh ta là... những gì?" Snape đóng băng. Một chút thời gian dài, ông chỉ đứng đó trong Chạng vạng thu thập, nhìn con chó xinh đẹp, rõ ràng quá vượt qua với các cảm xúc để nói chuyện. Harry đã khá xúc động rằng ông reunion với bố đỡ đầu ảnh hưởng chủ potions nên sâu sắc.Sirius flickered lazily into human form, and Snape drew a long trembling breath. Sirius tossed a wild black curl out of his eyes and regarded Snape with a little smile. "Why so pale, Snivellus - are you not happy to see me?" He spoke Human in a very friendly sort of way, but Harry noticed that there was still something in his voice that sounded a bit like a dog.Snape suddenly sprang into motion. With one fluid movement, he flung himself in front of Harry while whispering hoarsely: "Run, Harry! Run! This is the man who betrayed your parents to the Dark Lord! Run away from him, and I will deal with this dog as he deserves." Snape pointed his wand at Sirius with an unsteady hand. "Cru-crucio!"The spell didn't seem to have any effect, and the professor looked down at his wand in annoyance. "I mean it! Crucio, dammit!"Sirius merely raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Forbidden curses a little rusty, Snivellus? You surprise me. I would have thought you had them down pat by now, after all these years as a death eater.""Whatever," muttered Snape and flung his wand aside. "I can rip you apart with my bare hands if that's what it takes, Black!""Oh, don't get your little grey knickers in a twist, Snivellus!" Sirius spat on the ground right by Snape's feet.Harry sighed. His poor godfather really had a very hard time making friends, didn't he? Snape's normally pale face was flushed with rage now, and the two men glared at each other like wild animals about to fly at each other's throats. The potions master was a little prickly at times, of course, but Harry remembered that Sirius hadn't even been very pleasant to his delightful old friends from Azkaban. Harry had had to use some very strong magic to keep Sirius from getting into a shuffle with the other released prisoners on the boat ride back from Azkaban that afternoon. For some reason, Sirius had not been at all happy to recognize people he knew among the ragged prisoners. He was rather rude to the nice lady named Bella, punched someone named Mulciber in the eye, and even tried to throw the charming Lestrange brothers overboard. It had taken some of Harry's most powerful cheering magic to get them all to settle down. And here Sirius was again, apparently ready to get into a fight with the nice potions master!"Excuse me!" said Harry firmly. "There will not be any fighting. Please try to get along.""Harry!" Snape sounded very agitated. "Didn't you listen to anything I told you? This man, Sirius Black, is a murderer and a traitor! He sold your mother and father to the Dark Lord! He is responsible for their deaths!"Sirius took a few steps closer to Snape and growled in a distinctly dog-like way. He lifted his arm and looked ready to strike Snape down with a single blow. But Harry's magic held him back, and Sirius could do no more than spit furiously in the potions master's general direction. Snape was also held nicely in place by a little shot of fairy magic.
"You think I betrayed Lily and James?" roared Sirius. It wasn't me, you fool! It was Peter! Peter Pettigrew! I just learned from Harry that the little rat is still alive, after all. It was he who sold James and Lily to Voldemort, you moron, not me. He killed those Muggles and faked his own death! Just wait till I get my hands on that treacherous little coward!"

"What?" whispered Snape. His face was ashen now. "Peter Pettigrew? No, impossible - he is dead!"

Harry shook his head. "Oh, no, he's not, Professor. I met Mr. Pettigrew on the train, you see. He used to be my friend Ron's rat, but unfortunately I scared him away."

"He used to be Mr. Weasley's rat?" Snape looked baffled. "I don't understand what you are saying, Potter. You are not making any sense."

"Peter is an animagus, you idiot," cried Sirius. "Surely, even you must have heard of them. Didn't you see me transform a moment ago? We were all animagi, James, Peter, and I, while Remus..." He broke off suddenly.

"Oh, please. I know about the blasted werewolf," said Snape irritably. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think, Black."

Sirius' grey eyes flashed. "And yet you seem to believe that I was capable of betraying my very best friend in the world and his wife and child to Voldemort!"

Snape's black glance lingered on Sirius' face. He seemed to be searching for something in the other man's gaunt features. "You would not be the first member of the Ancient and Noble House of Black to choose the Dark Lord over family and friends," he said icily.

Sirius flushed angrily. "Oh, Merlin, you prejudiced bastard! I can't help being born into the hoary and inbred clan of the Blacks. But I am not like them! James was my friend. And... and I loved James! How could I ever have done anything to harm him? I loved him as much as you loved her; were you really too blind to see that?"

Harry couldn't help smiling to himself. How wonderful that his poor parents had been so loved by their friends!

"What?" Snape stared at Sirius. "You loved-? Oh, this is absurd. You don't even understand what the word means, Black. Don't talk to me about "love". James Potter was just your friend, your comrade in mischief, while I loved Lily with all my heart and soul."

"As I did James." Sirius' voice was a hoarse whisper.

For a long moment, the two men stared at each other, tugging a little at the magic that kept them apart. Then Snape said, very quietly: "You loved him? Are you joking? Sirius Black and James Potter were in love?"

Sirius' face flushed dark red. "James never loved me back, Snape. Not like that. I was just a friend to him. He loved her, not me. And even though it was anguish to know that I could never be more than his friend, I would rather have his friendship than nothing."

Snape studied Sirius' face intently for a moment. Then he said, a slight tremor in his voice: "I know that feeling, Black. But to think that you, of all people, the handsome and popular Sirius Black, would be familiar with this sort of pain..."