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'Why can't Dumbledore teach Harry？' asked Sirius aggressively。 'Why you？'
'I suppose because it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks；' said Snape silkily。 'I assure you I did not beg for the job。' He got to his feet。 'I will expect you at six o'clock on Monday evening； Potter。 My office。 If anybody asks； you are taking remedial Potions。 Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them。'
He turned to leave； his black travelling cloak billowing behind him。
'Wait a moment；' said Sirius； sitting up straighter in his chair。
Snape turned back to face them； sneering。
'I am in rather a hurry； Black。 Unlike you； I do not have unlimited leisure time。'
I'll get to the point； then；' said Sirius； standing up。 He was rather taller than Snape who； Harry noticed； balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand。 'If I hear you're using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time； you'll have me to answer to。'
'How touching；' Snape sneered。 'But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father？'
'Yes； I have；' said Sirius proudly。
'Well then； you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him；' Snape said sleekly。
Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table towards Snape； pulling out his wand as he went。 Snape whipped out his own。 They were squaring up to each other； Sirius looking livid； Snape calculating； his eyes darting from Sirius's wand…tip to his face。
'Sirius！' said Harry loudly； but Sirius appeared not to hear him。
'I've warned you； Snivellus；' said Sirius； his face barely a foot from Snape's； 'I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed； I know better …'
'Oh； but why don't you tell him so？' whispered Snape。 'Or are you afraid he might not take very seriously the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months？'
Tell me； how is Lucius Malfoy these days？ I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts； isn't he？'
'Speaking of dogs；' said Snape softly； 'did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognised you last time you risked a little jaunt outside？ Clever idea； Black； getting yourself seen on a safe station platform： gave you a cast…iron excuse not to leave your hiding…hole in future； didn't it？'
Sirius raised his wand。
'NO！' Harry yelled； vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them。 'Sirius； don't！'
'Are you calling me a coward？' roared Sirius； trying to push Harry out of the way； but Harry would not budge。
'Why； yes； I suppose I am；' said Snape。
'Harry … get … out … of … it！' snarled Sirius； pushing him aside with his free hand。
The kitchen door opened and the entire Weasley family； plus Hermione； came inside； all looking very happy； with Mr Weasley walking proudly in their midst dressed in a pair of striped pyjamas covered by a mackintosh。
'Cured！' he announced brightly to the kitchen at large。 'pletely cured！'
He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold； gazing at the scene in front of them； which was also suspended in mid…action； both Sirius and Snape looking towards the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them； a hand stretched out to each； trying to force them apart。
'Merlin's beard；' said Mr Weasley； the smile sliding off his face； 'what's going on here？'
Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands。 Harry looked from one to the other。 Each wore an expression of utmost contempt； yet the unexpected entrance of so many witnesses seemed to have brought them to their senses。 Snape pocketed his wand； turned on his heel and swept back across the kitchen； passing the Weasleys without ment。 At the door he looked back。
'Six o'clock； Monday evening； Potter。'
And he was gone。 Sirius glared after him； his wand at his side。
'What's been going on？' asked Mr Weasley again。
'Nothing； Arthur；' said Sirius； who was breathing heavily as though he had just run a long distance。 'Just a friendly little chat between two old school friends。' With what looked like an enormous effort； he smiled。 'So： you're cured？ That's great news； really great。'
'Yes； isn't it？' said Mrs Weasley； leading her husband forward to a chair。 'Healer Smethwyck worked his magic in the end； found an antidote to whatever that snake's got in its fangs； and Arthur's learned his lesson about dabbling in Muggle medicine； haven't you； dear？' she added； rather menacingly。
'Yes； Molly； dear；' said Mr Weasley meekly。
That night's meal should have been a cheerful one； with Mr Weasley back amongst them。 Harry could tell Sirius was trying to make it so； yet when his godfather was not forcing himself to laugh loudly at Fred and George's jokes or offering everyone more food； his face fell back into a moody； brooding expression。 Harry was separated from him by Mundungus and Mad…Eye； who had dropped in to offer Mr Weasley their congratulations。 He wanted to talk to Sirius； to tell him he shouldn't listen to a word Snape said； that Snape was goading him deliberately and that the rest of them didn't think Sirius was a coward for doing as Dumbledore told him and remaining in Grimmauld Place。 But he had no opportunity to do so； and； eyeing the ugly look on Sirius's face； Harry wondered occasionally whether he would have dared to mention it even if he had the chance。 Instead； he told Ron and Hermione under his voice about having to take Occlumency lessons with Snape。
'Dumbledore wants to stop you having those dreams about Voldemort；' said Hermione at once。 'Well； you won't be sorry not to have them any more； will you？'
'Extra lessons with Snape？' said Ron； sounding aghast。 'I'd rather have the nightmares！'
They were to return to Hogwarts on the Knight Bus the following day； escorted once again by Tonks and Lupin； both of whom were eating breakfast in the kitchen when Harry； Ron and Hermione came down next morning。 The adults seemed to have been mid…way through a whispered conversation as Harry opened the door； all of them looked round hastily and fell silent。
After a hurried breakfast； they all pulled on jackets and scarves 。 against the chilly grey January morning。 Harry had an unpleasant constricted sensation in his chest； he did not want to say goodbye to Sirius。 He had a bad feeling about this parting； he didn't know 。 when they would next see each other and he felt it was incumbent upon him to say something to Sirius to stop him doing anything stupid … Harry was worried that Snape's accusation of cowardice had stung Sirius so badly he might even now be planning some foolhardy trip beyond Grimmauld Place。 Before he could think of what to say； however； Sirius had beckoned him to his side。
'I want you to take this；' he said quietly； thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book into Harry's hands。
'What is it？' Harry asked。
'A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time。 No； don't open it in here！' said Sirius； with a wary look at Mrs Weasley； who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand…knitted mittens。 'I doubt Molly would approve … but I want you to use it if you need me； all right？'
'OK；' said Harry； stowing the package away in the inside pocket of his jacket； but he knew he would never use whatever it was。 It would not be he； Harry； who lured Sirius from his place of safety； no matter how foully Snape treated him in their forthing Occlumency classes。
'Let's go； then；' said Sirius； clapping Harry on the shoulder and smiling grimly； and before Harry could say anything else； they were heading upstairs； stopping before the heavily chained and bolted front door； surrounded by Weasleys。
'Goodbye； Harry； take care；' said Mrs Weasley； hugging him。
'See you； Harry； and keep an eye out for snakes for me！' said Mr Weasley genially； shaking his hand。
'Right … yeah；' said Harry distractedly； it was his last chance to tell Sirius to be careful； he turned； looked into his godfather's face and opened his mouth to speak； but before he could do so Sirius was giving him a brie