It was Sirius's turn to flush. Snape's lip curled in triumph as he turned to Harry.

It was Sirius's turn to flush. Snape's lip curled in triumph as he turned to Harry.

‘The Headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that it is his wish for you to study Occlumency this term.’

‘Study what?’ said Harry blankly.

Snape's sneer became more pronounced.

‘Occlumency, Potter. The magical defence of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one.’

Harry's heart began to pump very fast indeed. Defence against external penetration? But he was not being possessed, they had all agreed on that ...

‘Why do I have to study Occlu—thing?’ he blurted out.

‘Because the Headmaster thinks it a good idea,’ said Snape smoothly. ‘You will receive private lessons once a week, but you will not tell anybody what you are doing, least of all Dolores Umbridge. You understand?’

‘Yes,’ said Harry. ‘Who's going to be teaching me?’

Snape raised an eyebrow.

‘I am,’ he said.

Harry had the horrible sensation that his insides were melting.

Extra lessons with Snape—what on earth had he done to deserve this? He looked quickly round at Sirius for support.

‘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, Snivelus,’ 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 hidey-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. ‘Completely 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 comment. 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.
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