Que Sera Sera

Chapter Four

The next few weeks for Harry were a blur. It was difficult for him to escape his mother's thoughts, which he had read in the diary that he carried everywhere. At times, he expected to see his mother turn a corner of the corridor and bounce up to him, waving, just like an old friend. That's what he felt like, knowing all of her deepest desires, but he knew he'd never see her, because she was dead, she died sixteen years ago and the diary was twenty years old. Still, it felt like yesterday's memories.

He had kept the diary a secret from everyone except for Hermione, Angie and Ron, but they never asked about it. It was something that belonged only to Harry; they were his moments when his mum was there with him, if not in body then in spirit.

Harry was walking into the Potions classroom when he was knocked over by a rushing figure, spilling the contents of his bag all over the floor. Looking up to see who it was, Harry could not find a soul standing, everyone was seated and waiting patiently for Snape, the Potions master.

Standing up and shaking his head, Harry was sure he'd been imagining things, or hoping that the Hogwarts ghosts had it in for him this year and were haunting him personally. Ever since the start of the school year, he'd felt people brush past him and heard voices, but seen no one.

Reaching down to recover his belongings, a fellow student entered the room and bent down to help him. Looking up, Harry recognised the auburn head that was bent to the ground.

"Angie, you haven't been in Potions all year!" Harry exclaimed.

Angie looked up, her blue eyes glistening in the dim light.

"Yeah, I know. Dumbledore's orders. He seems reluctant to have me in here, so I've been in another class, but begging to be in here."

"Oh," muttered Harry, surprised that anyone apart from him and Lexey looked forward to Potions. "And you're here now, does Snape know?"

"Not sure," she murmured, sweeping a piece of hair behind her left ear, displaying an array of silver earrings adorning her ears. "He will soon though."

"Don't think he'll be happy about it," chuckled Harry, morbidly. Snape hated surprises, especially Gryffindor ones. This was not going to go well, he knew it.

Picking up the last of his books, the diary, Harry flopped onto a nearby stone bench and was joined moments later by Angie, followed by Ron and Hermione, moving from another bench.

"Expected you to be the first here," muttered Ron, slapping his raven-haired friend on the back. "After all, you're the only guy I know that looks forward to this class, morbid I know and incredibly sad, but at least you know what you're talking about. So, I can copy you instead of Hermione."

Ron grinned, but his face became twisted in a cry as Hermione sharply flicked him on the ear, murmuring something about studying more before Snape entering the room silenced her.

"Well, well, well, another Gryffindor," Snape bellowed, eying Angie with a look that showed even more disgust than he'd ever shown Harry. "I hope you won't be as much of a hassle as your other bratty friends. And your name is?"

"Evans sir, Angela Evans," whispered Angie, cowering at the Professor.

"Well, I never thought I'd see it again, but here they are-" Snape began, addressing the entire class, "-Evans and Potter together forever."

The last few words were said with utmost contempt and only the Slytherins laughed.

"Enough," the Professor hissed, dropping a book onto his desk, creating a loud bang. "Now, if we can continue with our study of death potions and their antidotes-"

"Geez Harry," laughed Ron as the students left the Dungeon after another gruelling Potions double. "I never thought Snape could hate anyone more than you, but I was wrong."

"You often are," chided Hermione, scouring the corridor for stray students, her Head Girl responsibility kicking in.

"Shut up Hermione," hissed Ron, "and you're always right, aren't you?"

"Naturally," answered Harry, "but I know why he hates me, why does he hate you?" He asked, looking at Angie who was following behind him.

"Don't know," she replied, a lost look on her face as if she was asking the same question, "seemed to be something about my last name. He said something about Potter and Evans together forever, but I don't understand."

Harry mind raced and he ran off in front of his friends.

"Where you off to in such a rush?" Asked Ron, "next lesson doesn't start till after lunch and then, it's only Charms."

"I have to check something," he yelled, turning a corner and disappearing from sight.

The diary rested on his knees as he sat in the armchair by the fire. Maybe it held the key to Snape's hatred for Harry. After all, the last time Evans and Potter had been together was Lily and James, his parents and he just happened to have Lily's thoughts in his hands.

Flicking through the pages for any mention of Snape, he found one, on October the fifteenth.

I can't understand why the boys are so cruel to Severus. They seemed to have formed the 'We hate Snape' group and are asking for new members. They asked me and I flatly refused, its just too cruel, but others don't agree, there are already fifty members and they're not just Gryffindors, but Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws as well.

Sometimes I could kill them, but I always stop myself. It's Remus, his eyes are always so apologetic and reassuring. He's so sweet, but so reclusive. As for Sirius and James, if someone shot them, they'd be doing a favour to the world... Severus included. Those two are so painful, but still they're top of the class.

I think James is paying his way through school. After all, his parents are so goddamn rich and upstanding in this world. He skips most of his classes and still manages to pass them all with flying colours. I hate him so, he makes life so difficult for me, seeing that I'm Muggle-born and not used to this new world. Every time I ask about something I don't understand, he rolls his eyes and ignores me. At least Peter's helpful, but he knows about as much as I do. I'd get Remus to help me, but he's too busy trouncing around with James to even listen to me, let alone notice my existence.

Six years, I've known the guy six years and not once has he noticed me. Even when I asked him what he thought of my new role as Head Girl earlier this year, he wouldn't answer, all because James and Sirius were at his heels daring him to run off with my badge. Maybe the Gryffindor boys are too much, as McGonagall says. Maybe I'm looking at the wrong person, maybe Severus could be more than a fleeting interest.

Harry read on, mouth gaped in shock. Lily hated James, with a passion, but adored Remus. Would things have been any different if James and Sirius hadn't been there to egg him on to being cruel to Lily?

Harry couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards Lily, everything she wanted was going wrong. All her hard work to waste and no one even noticed her. Then Harry remembered that Lily was his mother.

She was his mother, his mother who liked Snape. Gagging at the thought, Harry looked up at the clock and noticed that it read 'time for class'.

Running into the Charms classroom, Harry ran into Hermione walking out of the room.

"Harry, what are you doing?" She asked, a strange expression on her face, almost as if she'd seen a ghost.

"I'm going to Charms, it's time for class, isn't it?" He replied, clutching his side and panting after his dash from the common room to the classroom.

"It's time for class Harry, but not Charms. It's Defence against the Dark Arts now. What on Earth are you on about?"

"I've been in the common room and lost track of time, did I really miss-"

Hermione interrupted him, looking at him as if he was mad.

"No, you've been in Charms the entire lesson. I should know, I sat behind you and you were there. And at the end of the lesson, I went looking for you and you disappeared, into thin air. How did you get out here so fast?"

"I haven't been in there," Harry defended.

"Well, I wouldn't lie, would I? I saw you in there, so did Flitwick so he won't believe you if you told him you missed lesson."

"It's not possible," Harry muttered, shaking his head. Nobody in the school looked like him and nobody would use Polyjuice Potion to look like him, would they?

"I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione started, directing Harry towards the Hospital wing with her hand, "I'll tell Fleur that you've got a headache, okay?"

"Okay," answered Harry, stumbling towards the wing, scratching his head in frustration.