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Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like youve just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can - Im surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK. She turned on her heel and hurried away. Evans. James shouted after her, Hey, EVANS. But she didnt look back. What is it with her. said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him. Reading between the lines, Id say she thinks youre a bit conceited, mate, said Sirius. Right, said James, who looked furious now, right - There was another flash of light, and Snape was once again hanging upside down in the air. Who wants to see me take off Snivellys pants. But whether James really did take off Snapes pants, Harry never found out. A hand had closed tight over his upper arm, closed with a pincerlike grip. Wincing, Harry looked around to see who had hold of him, and saw, with a thrill of horror, a fully grown, adult-sized Snape standing right beside him, white with rage. Having fun. Harry felt himself rising into the air. The summers day evaporated around him, he was floating upward through icy blackness, Snapes hand still tight upon his upper arm. Then, with a swooping feeling as though he had turned head over heels in midair, his feet hit the stone floor of Snapes dungeon, and he was standing again beside the Pensieve on Snapes desk in the shadowy, present-day Potions masters study. So, said Snape, gripping Harrys arm so tightly Harrys hand was starting to feel numb. So. been enjoying yourself, Potter. N-no. said Harry, trying to free his arm. It was scary: Snapes lips were shaking, his face was white, his teeth were bared. Amusing man, your father, wasnt he. said Snape, shaking Harry so hard that his glasses slipped down his nose. I - didnt - Snape threw Harry from him with all his might. Harry fell hard onto the dungeon floor. You go here not tell anybody what you saw. Snape bellowed. No, said Harry, getting to his feet as far from Snape as he could. No, of course I w - Get out, get out, I dont want to see you in this office ever again. And as Harry hurtled toward the door, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded over his head. He wrenched the door open and flew away up the corridor, stopping only when he had put three floors between himself and Snape. There he leaned against the wall, panting, and rubbing his bruised arm. He had no desire at all to return to Gryffindor Tower so early, nor to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just seen. What was making Harry feel so horrified and unhappy was not being shouted at or having jars thrown at him - it was that he knew how it felt to be humiliated in the middle of a circle of onlookers, knew exactly how Snape had felt as his father had taunted him, and that judging from what he had just seen, his father had been every bit as arrogant as Snape had always told him. B CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CAREER ADVICE ut why havent you got Occlumency lessons anymore. said Hermione, frowning. Ive told you, Harry muttered. Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now Ive got the basics. So youve stopped having funny dreams. said Hermione skeptically. Pretty much, said Harry, not looking at her. Well, I dont think Snape should stop until youre absolutely sure you can control them. said Hermione indignantly. Harry, I think you should go back to him and ask - No, said Harry forcefully. Just drop it, Hermione, okay. 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Harry tried to make a case for Snape having deserved what he had suffered at Jamess hands - but hadnt Lily asked, Whats he done to you. And hadnt James replied, Its more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean. Hadnt James started it all simply because Sirius said he was bored. Harry remembered Lupin saying back in Grimmauld Place that Dumbledore had made him prefect in the hope that he would be able to exercise some control over James and Sirius. But in the Pensieve, he had sat there and let it all happen. Harry reminded himself that Lily had intervened; his mother had been decent, yet the memory of the look on her face as she read article shouted at James disturbed him quite as much as anything else. She had clearly loathed James and Harry simply could not understand how they could have ended up married. Once or twice he even wondered whether James had forced her into it. For nearly five years the thought of his father had been a source of comfort, of inspiration. 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