Better Be Slytherin!

*Chapter 45*: Chapter 45

Better Be Slytherin

Better Be Slytherin! – Chapter 45

By jharad17

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Previously on Better Be Slytherin:

Feeling the blood drain from his face, Severus shook his head quickly. 'No, no, you're right, Headmaster. It will be as you say. He'll go to them for two weeks.' He would just need to be nearby during that time, in case anything more than a few sharp words passed from the Muggles to the boy.

'Excellent. I'm pleased you agree.' Dumbledore resumed his seat and gestured in dismissal. 'Good luck at Saturday's match, Severus.'

'Thank you, Headmaster.' Severus nodded on his way out, not so keen on sharing this news with Harry, after all.

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'I don't get this part,' Millie said. Working on their Herbology essays, Harry, Millie and Teddy were clustered around a table in the common room in mid-March, a week before Slytherin's next Quidditch match. 'Where it says, 'All carnivorous plants of the Andes will access the most ubiquitous comestibles.' What the hell does that mean?'

'Language, Bulstrode,' Teddy scolded.

'Shut it, Nott,' replied Millie.

'It means they'll eat whatever's most plentiful around them,' said Harry.

Teddy's eyes widened. 'Someone's been reading the thesaurus.'

Harry smiled. 'No. Our Head taught me those.'

'Snape?' Millie frowned. 'He taught you?'

'Come on, Mills, you know he's been tutoring me on stuff.'

'Secret stuff, you said. I didn't figure you meant vocabulary.'

'Well, no,' Harry admitted. His grip on his quill tightened. 'But like he told me over the Christmas holiday, 'Your vocabulary is deplorable, Mr. Potter,'' he said in his best Snape imitation. It must have been a good one, he reckoned, as several other studying Slytherins lifted their heads quickly from their books and swiveled to look at him, each one followed by a scowl and re-lowering of the head.

Teddy laughed easily as Harry ducked his head in embarrassment. 'You have spent too much time with him. Told you so, Mills.'

'Did not,' Millie answered with a smirk.

'I don't know about too much,' said Harry.

'As often as you're with us.'

Harry nodded with a small sigh and bent over his work again. He couldn't deny the truth. Every night, just about, Flint had the team out on the pitch practicing, no matter what the weather. They came in most nights wet and bedraggled, trailing mud and whatnot all over the Entrance Hall, but Harry would never give up flying, or Quidditch. He couldn't possibly. And on nights when he wasn't practicing with the team, he was usually with Professor Snape, either learning Occlumency or, one night a week, looking at pictures or playing chess.