HP : The Chronicles

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"Suit yourself." Harry offered somewhat amused; Neville was already at the library himself, so Harry's spirits lifted at the very thought. He met with Filch as he walked down the corridors and had to convince him that the book he was holding was actually due to be returned to the library and was walking back to the common room when he ran into Severus who was holding a smoking goblet. "Taking Remus his potion?" Harry asked as he immediately recognised the Wolfsbane.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." Severus stated. "Even if that means I'll probably have to endure yet another conversation with the dog and his not so subtle interjections on how I'd look dashing in green." Severus added scathingly. Harry tried to suppress his smile as he walked him to the Defence professors' office. In less than a minute, Severus knocked on the door and walked in. As he had predicted, Sirius was there too, sitting next to the fireplace.

"Snape." He barked in the form of a greeting. "Hey, kiddo! Decided to pay us a visit?" He added brightly as Harry walked in after the potions master.

"Hey Sirius, Remus." Harry greeted them back as Severus placed the goblet on the desk behind which Remus was seated. "I was returning a book to the library and I ran into Professor Snape while he was on his way here; I just tagged along."

"Your potion's ready." Severus stated dryly. "If you need some more, I've made a cauldronfull."

"Yes, I might need some more tomorrow. Thank you, Severus." Remus, ever polite, sculled the potion down in a few gulps. "Tasted horrible, as always." He stated good-naturedly, wincing at the taste.

"Say, Snape," Sirius began. "Don't you think you should stop wearing black at some point in time?" Severus didn't dignify his question with an answer but that didn't deter the dog Animagus from continuing. "Because I've heard green is the new black this season and you could do with a more lively colour to contrast with your face..." Severus just stared at him scornfully.

"I'll keep that in mind." Was all he said. Sirius, disappointed the potions master hadn't taken the bait, tried to talk again when Harry decided to intervene. The bowl on Remus's desk gave him just the opportunity.

"Hey, isn't that a grindylow?" He asked, pointing at the water demon with interest. Severus took the hint and excused himself as Remus explained how he planned to move on to water demons after the Kappa's. Sirius just returned to reading some file from the Ministry disappointed while Harry internally sighed for a crisis adverted. He absent-mindedly wondered how long it would take Severus to tear the practice dummy to pieces this time.

By the time he made it back to the Gryffindor tower, talking with Neville over their latest Herbology project, Ron and Hermione had returned, along with a large assortment of candy from Honeydukes, the famous candy shop in Hogsmeade. The sugar seemed to placate Adrian slightly and he was on a better mood as they all headed down for the Halloween feast. As usual, the food was delicious and there hardly was a student who didn't refill their plates. Even those who had visited Honeydukes seemed keen on stuffing themselves with Hogwarts's famous pumpkin pie and the green eyed teen could easily understand why.

Delicious food put aside, he couldn't shake off a foreboding feeling that he had had for the whole day. It had taken him sometime to see it for what it was but as he stared at the dark sky of the enchanted ceiling he realised exactly what bothered him. It was Halloween; something bad usually happened on Halloween. Well, he corrected himself, something bad usually happened to him on Halloween. Quirrell and his troll, Miss Norris's attack and who could forget Voldemort trying to kill him and his brother when they were one?

But, he mused giving optimism a chance, nothing had happened as of yet; maybe they'd get a free pass this time. And as the time passed and the feast came to an end, he was pleased to report that no possessed professors had rushed into the room, no deathday party appeared on the horizon and not a single whisper, a tall-tale of a murderous serpent, had reached his ears. No sir!

As expected under such conditions, Harry was in a bright disposition as he followed his Gryffindor housemates back to the common room, happily chatting with Neville over the possibility of a new exciting creature to study in DADA. The Weasley twins approached them, mentioning a new invention they were working on when he managed to bump into Lee Jordan who had been walking ahead of him.

"Sorry, Lee." He muttered, rubbing his nose.

"Not your fault, Harry." The fifth year student assured him.

"Why is nobody moving?" Harry asked, realising that it hadn't been just him that was brought into an abrupt halt. The line of Gryffindors ahead of him was unmoving, no one stepping through the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Why isn't anyone going in?" Ron sounded from further behind. Good question, Harry thought as he tried to look over the heads of the people assembled in the hall before the entrance. The passage seemed closed which made no sense; was the Fat Lady visiting one of her friends again? But, the green eyed teen thought, she never did do that before curfew.

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