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Once there, his smile turned into a full blown grin; there was a group of students gathered at the entrance, all looking towards the staff table. If one wanted to be specific, they could say that they were staring at a certain potions master who was talking animatedly with Professor Flitwick. Severus Snape was decidedly not dressed in black and looked young and completely at ease with his surroundings. Professor Flitwick must have said something funny at that moment for Severus laughed out loud, a deep contagious laughter that made his eyes twinkle and a seventh year girl from Ravenclaw in front of Harry mutter a startled 'wow!' at the sight. Her friends obviously shared her thoughts and Harry chuckled, gathering some attention to his person. The same girl's eyes turned wide as they locked with a pair of startling green.
"Good evening." Harry greeted her, grin in place before turning to look at the whole group. "Would you mind moving a bit to the left? I don't mean to cause you and disturbance but you're blocking the way." The girl blushed and nodded as the group of girls moved, whispering amongst themselves.
"Yes, of course." She said, looking at the younger teen confused. Harry smirked once more and winked at her passing by, feeling playful.
"Thank you, ladies!" He called over his shoulder causing yet another round of whispers amongst the group.
"You so did this on purpose!" Neville said, trying not to laugh while the girls were still in proximity.
"Completely made it up as I went!" Harry admitted, catching his father's eye over the tables and waving at him; Severus waved back unrestrained, a wide smile adorning his face. "I mean, I don't even know these girls! Crazy, right?" Harry looked completely disbelieving as he thought back on the whole event and -at the look of complete surprise on his face- Neville could no longer restrain his laughter.
"As I said, this year will be so amusing!" Harry shook his head as they sat down at the Gryffindor table, greeting his fellow classmates.
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Dean exclaimed, taking the seat opposite him. "What happened over the summer?"
"Narggle attack." Neville offered, making Harry laugh at loud at his brother's explanation. "It was horrible!" The rest of the teens around them simply looked confused until Harry explained.
"Come on guys; it's called puberty. Everybody has to go through it!" And don't seek for more answers on that subject, for you shall receive none, Harry thought. Still he was bombarded with questions about the Firebolt and Severus, the attack at the Quidditch Cup and the memory spheres; some, those concerning the Firebolt for example, he answered gladly. Others he ignored altogether with Neville's help. Suddenly, complete silence fell around the table and, before Harry could think of the worse, he heard his father's voice calling him over his shoulder.
"Had a nice train ride?" Severus asked, shooing a startled Dean out of the way to sit next to Harry for a while.
"It was okay." Harry said, chuckling at the shocked faces around.
"Anyway, Nagnok contacted me; he said he'll send the financial reports for August tomorrow morning." Harry fully realized that his father could have waited to say that after the feast. He also understood why he hadn't waited; he had just up and sat next to his son just because he could. How much better this term could get?
"Does that goblin work too hard or is it just my idea?" Harry asked, making Severus chuckle. There were a few audible gasps of shock all around that both wizards chose to ignore.
"You think?" Severus asked playfully, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. "No, seriously, what gave you that idea?"
"If you're going to be sarcastic, I'm writing to him tomorrow saying you volunteered for an interview with Rita Skeeter." Harry bantered, an evil smile on his face.
"That was cruel, Harry." Severus said, his eyes assuming the dreaded puppy look. "It hurt here." He added and placed a hand over his heart.
"Alright, maybe it was a bit cruel." The teen admitted amidst laughter.
"There are just some things you don't joke about!" Severus insisted, poking his son's shoulder with his finger for emphasis.
"Fine, fine." Harry offered. They chatted for a while longer until the doors opened and McGonagall appeared with the first years. Severus stood up and waved, saying goodbye to Neville and smiling a wide smile towards Harry; nope, the boy thought. It would be nigh impossible to make this year any better.
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