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Scorpius whimpered as he landed just outside of Hogwarts Castle, but the surroundings were slightly different. He could just tell. For one it seemed a lot gloomier than what he’s used to it and for another some of the trees in the forest were slightly smaller than he remembers them being.

He keeps his cloak close to him as he walks closer to the castle and he lets out a small sigh. Oh he really is in trouble isn’t he? He looks around as he walks, lost in his thoughts. How’s he going to get back home. He can obviously tell he isn’t in the right time period and he honestly hasn’t a clue how to get back home to his own time.

He passes by various students, all either trying to avoid him or greeting him by his last name. Oh so he’s in his dad’s school years. Great. That makes this even more difficult to pull off until he can get home.

But isn’t it just his luck that he’d accidentally bump into his Dad while lost in his thoughts? Cause that’s exactly what he does. 

Nev pivoted on her feet the moment she sensed herself being followed. Her eyes reflective in the moonlight fell upon Harry with a look of horror. 

“O-Oh, Harry, what are you doing here?” she asked anxiously. She had been careful, and yet she didn’t seem to notice when the other was following her into the forbidden forest. 

“I don’t know why I keep expecting there to be something good in the news for once.” Esme murmured, eyebrows pinched together as she scanned the Daily Prophet. “It’s only bad news, more bad news, followed by worse news.”

Whoever thought it was a good idea for Potter and Malfoy to be potions partners must have been mad, that was the only explanation that made any logical sense to the young Gryffindor as he heard both of their names being called. Harry decided that he would be the one to gather the cauldron and ingredients this time and a million thoughts were racing through his mind at once as he did so. He knew that this would be a nightmare and gave a gentle sigh as his feet carried him back to the Slytherin’s table.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Severus wrapped his arms around his torso and leant against the wall on the opposite side of the room from Remus Lupin. His last month had been the most peaceful of all in all his years at Hogwarts. Since Sirius had attempted to murder him (and failed - failed in a way that was worse, far worse than death) he and his friends had actually left him alone - other than a few aborted attempts where he had fled and they had failed at chasing him down. He might’ve enjoyed it - had his body not been aching constantly, leaving him tired, impatient and peevish - at least, more so than usual.

And of course, there was the dark mark that now hung over his future - a monthly confinement with Remus Lupin in the shrieking shack. Poppy had escorted the two boys and departed not two minutes ago, telling them she would return in the morning - shooting a worried glance between them. Severus was radiating a hatred unparalleled and even now - as he slid to the floor to sit - his eyes were practically slits, burning into the other werewolf - hating him, loathing him, wishing to watch him wither and die just from the pure power of his own gaze. 

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