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Chapter 20: Traitor

To the great annoyance of Harry, yet another Eagle came in to drop a letter in front of Harry or was it Ashe? He opened the letter as the Hall watched him closely. It seemed that everyone was told who owned that bird.

To the Lord of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, Gaunt, Slytherin, Gryffindor and the House of Umbridge,

I request your presence at the 3740 Everette Alley tomorrow at 6 pm.

Lord Voldemort,

He stood up "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?"

That caused them to look back at their food and eat.

He looked over at Snape who was still watching him and smirked causing him to spit the pumpkin juice he was drinking out. Luckily, no one saw him.

Harry went back to eating biting back a laugh. The entire hall of people was staring at him again, including the staff and he got fed up.

Harry got up but was quickly stopped by Headmaster.

"Lord Potter, see me in my office tomorrow at 6 pm if you will," he smiled.

"I will not, Headmaster," The hall went silent and still, "Is this about my grades?"

"Well...no but-,"

"I'll stop you right there, Professor," he interrupted causing most of the hall to gape, "I'm busy,"

"Lord Potter, you leave me no choice. Detention tomorrow for sheer disrespect,"

Harry turned to the Headmaster and shook his head in disbelief, "I'm sure as Headmaster, you must know the Hogwarts Rules, yes?"

"Of course," Dumbledore didn't like where this was going.

"Then you know that you are not to decide my punishment nor host a detention, my Head of House is,"

"I suppose that is true... Severus?"

The students and staffs eyes were on Snape and he spat out his pumpkin juice again.

He cleared his throat regaining his composure and cleaning himself up, "Detention with me at 6 tomorrow, Lord Potter,"

Harry nodded, satisfied with the answer and Dumbledore's face and walked off leaving a stunned audience.

Severus quickly slipped out of the Hall running to catch up to Potter.

"HOW DARE YOU PUT ME ON THE SPOT LIKE THAT!"

"I had no choice, I have a meeting with your 'Lord' tomorrow at 6," he shrugged, "You'll probably have to come too,"

"I uh-I uh," he tried to find words.

"It's alright, Severus," he snickered, "If you don't mind, I'll be going to sleep,"

"O-of course," he gestured to the entrance of the common room.

"Good night, Sevvy!" he ran before Snape could get to him

***

Since Harry couldn't sleep, he decided to go to Knockturn Alley.

"Good Evening, Isaac," Ashe greeted. The bar went silent.

"You talk?" the shocked barman asked.

He slipped him a piece of paper and while he read it, Ashe looked up at Isaac and looked into his eyes. Though Ashe's and Harry's eyes were different colours, they were both soulless, emotionless.

The boy had seen too much and been hurt and betrayed by too many.

"What are you looking at?" he asked the bar angrily without turning his head around.