Harry opened his eyes. A young boy was looking him over. They were sitting in the hallway, dark and cold. The boy, a little older than Harry, smiled gently. “Hello.” His voice was calm and soothing.
“Hello.” Harry himself felt oddly at peace. “I’m Harry. Who are you?”
“Severus.”
“…What are we doing here? Aren’t we supposed to be in our common rooms?”
“It’s fine. They won’t find us, anyway.”
“McGonagall is really strict…”...
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