Whelp II The Wrath of Snape

when Harry tugged on his hand. 'What is it, son?'

Turning his face up to see his father's, Harry hesitated. He was about to break one of the most important rules he had ever learned at the Dursleys: don't ask questions. But he had already broken the 'Don't interrupt' rule, and Father hadn't yelled at him, so he thought maybe it would be all right. Besides, Father had told him again and again that he was allowed to ask questions, so he swallowed down his fear and said, 'You didn't say what Azkaban is.'

Father nodded, with the expression that meant he understood more than just what Harry was saying. He gave Harry a little squeeze to show he wasn't angry. 'No, I didn't. But I am glad you reminded me to tell you. Azkaban is a wizarding prison.'

'Where they send bad little boys, right?'

Mrs. Weasley barked a laugh that sounded half a sob, and Mr. Weasley looked shocked. But Father just shook his head and said, 'No. This prison is for murderers and thieves and Wizards who commit awful crimes. And as I've told you, boys who are bad only get sent to their rooms, or have their brooms taken away for a week.'

With a sigh of relief at learning the truth of another of Uncle's lies, Harry smiled softly, remembering his and Draco's adventure in the lake. 'Who's Serious Black?'

'Sirius,' Father corrected, and Harry heard the difference this time. Maybe. 'And he . . . he was a very bad man who helped kill Lily and James.'

Harry felt his mouth drop open. 'My parents?' he gasped.

For some reason, Father's whole body stilled for just a moment, but then he nodded anyway. 'Black betrayed them to the Dark Lord, Harry, and then, when he was confronted with his perfidy, he killed another of their friends, as well as a dozen Muggles. The Aurors caught him and he was sent to Azkaban.'

Harry could help but shudder. 'And h-he es-escaped?'

'Stop it, Severus!' Mrs. Weasley said sharply. 'You're scaring him.'

'I'm not scared!' Harry retorted. He was, though, a bit. It wasn't every day you found out a murderer was on the loose. And worse, Sirius Black had betrayed his parents . . . 'What's that mean, 'betrayed them'?'

Father sighed. 'James and Lily were under a special spell that hid them, and you, too, from anyone who wasn't their friend, and didn't already know where they were living. It's called the Fidelius Charm, and the only way a person can find your home, if you're under it, is if the Secret Keeper tells them your address.' A corner of Father's lip twisted up in a vicious sneer, making his face almost ugly. 'That idiot, Potter, trusted Black and made him their Secret Keeper.'

'And he told the Dark Lord where to find them,' Harry whispered. How could someone do that to his friends? he wondered. I wouldn't ever do such a thing to Ron or Draco or even Dudley, and I don't even like him. 'He wanted them to die?'

With a nod, Father looked like he was about to go, but Harry realized something else suddenly and blurted, 'He wanted me to die!'

Father hugged him closer, more tightly than almost ever before. In a low voice, he said, 'Yes, Harry. And I fear he might try again.'

'Might come after me, you mean.'

'Yes.'

'Severus,' Mrs. Weasley said. 'Do you really think you should be telling the boy all--'

'I will not lie to my son, Molly. He deserves to know the truth, even if it is frightening.'

Harry was glad to hear that. He wanted to know, and he knew Father would protect him, so he wasn't scared. Not really. 'Are we going to hide, Father? In the Fidel Us?'

'Actually, that's what I wanted to ask the Weasleys about. Hogwarts is very safe because of hundreds of years of warding, including that of the Founders, and at our other home, we are safe because of the Blood Wards. But if you are to still come here for studies and playing, we would need additional warding, to protect you from Black, should he come sniffing around.' Father looked over the Weasleys on the sofa, and his expression was almost blank. 'I would ask that, if you want Harry to keep coming to your home, that you allow us to put it under the Fidelius.'

Mr. Weasley got up from the sofa and paced to the window. He stared out at what Harry knew was the back yard and the field where he and the others had played Quidditch. 'I don't know, Severus. That's a pretty hefty charm to put here, when we have family all over the place that we'd have to inform. We love having Harry here, don't get me wrong, but you'll have to give us some time to consider.'

'I understand,' Father said, and a small line appeared next to his upper lip, which meant he was upset, but wouldn't say anything. He stood, placing Harry on his feet as he did, but Harry grabbed his hand and would not let go. 'Thank you for your time this evening. And for caring for Harry today. I appreciate your hospitality. Good night.'

As Mr. Weasley's mouth dropped open, Father strode toward the fireplace, his legs so long that Harry had to trot to keep up. Before they reached the hearth, however, Mrs. Weasley said, 'Don't be ridiculous, Arthur! Of course we'll go under the charm. Harry needs a place to stay during the day, and we'll do all we can to protect him. Just like we would have for James and Lily!'

'Molly, let's discuss this--'

'There's no need,' Mrs. Weasley insisted. 'Severus was in the Order, just like we were. We all pledged our lives to the cause ten years ago. Do you think we should just turn a blind eye now? Sirius Black is a murderer, Arthur!'

'I know what he is,' Mr. Weasley started, but his wife spoke right over him, 'He as good as killed dear Lily and poor James, and he'll kill again. We need to help protect Harry!'

'I know.' Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands over his face. 'I know. You're right, of course.' He looked over at Father. 'Of course; we'll do anything to help.'

Father had a funny look on his face, as if he were in pain, but not sure just where. But all he did was nod, and