You all probably thought I died, did you? Well, no, I'm not. I had to go on a school field trip and had to stay overnight for four days, three nights. And I've been busy too, so sorry about it. Here's chapter... 14!

I was walking back from Hogsmead and I passed by something that gave me the feeling that I was being watched.

I turned around and walked a few paces back. Then Harry jumped out from behind.

"Harry! What the hell are you doing?" I asked, moving closer. I was about to say more, but I heard the footsteps.

I turned around and saw Snape coming at us, with a quick pace. Did I do something? Or maybe it was Harry... or the both of us.

"Come with me, Potter," Snape barked. "You too, Black."

Harry and I walked behind him, I gave Harry this confused look, he looked confused as well, and he shrugged as a response.

We went into his personal office, which I've never seen before. If I got dentention from this greasy slimball, I would be in the classroom.

"Sit." he told the both of us. We did it idmediately.

"Now," Snape began, "Mr. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter. He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack and ran into Weasley - apparently alone."

I raised an eyebrow while Harry stayed silent.

"Mr. Malfoy says that while he was talking to Weasley, a large amount of mud hit him in the head. How do you think that could have happened?"

"I don't know, Sir," Harry said. Oh, I see what he did.

Snape went on. "Mr. Malfoy then saw a strange apparition. Can you imagine what that might be, Potter?"

"No, Professor."

"It was your head, Potter; floating in midair."

There was silence. Five seconds later:

"I think he should go to Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, sounding serious. I had a very small smile, then it faded. "If he's seeing things like that -"

"Why was your head in Hogsmeade, Potter?"Snape interuppted. "Your head does not have permission to be in Hogsmeade, nor does any other part of your body." Snape was walking, slowly around his desk as he was talking. I felt like I was about to die. Suddenly, Snape was right in front of Harry, their faces very close. "If your head was in Hogsmeade, then so was the rest of your body," he snarled.

"I've been up in Gryffindor Tower, like you told -"

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"I can," I said. I was not going to let me best friend be in trouble! "I left Hogsmeade early and went back up to the Tower and saw no one else but my lonely, best friend, Harry. We were leaving to go to the courtyard, since it's a nice day outside."

"Really?" Snape asked. I knew he won't buy it. "I don't believe it. I believe Mr. Malfoy told me that he saw you right after he talked to Weasley... so I know you were involved with Potter."

Damn, that's not true. I wasn't going to say anything, though.

"So," he said, ignoring her. "Everyone including the Minister of Magic is trying to keep the famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black. But famous Harry Potter thinks himself better than their rules. Let ordinary people worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter will do as he pleases with no thought of the consequences.

"How very much alike the two of you are to your fathers," Snape sneered, I could tell ny his eyes he was mad. I was getting mad too, this could be ugly.

"They too were exceedingly arrogant; strutting about the place thinking they were better than the rest of us…the resemblance is uncanny."

"My dad didn't strut," Harry said, defending his dad. "And nor do I."

"They didn't set much store by the rules either," Snape continued. "Their heads were so swollen -"

"Shut up!"

I didn't remember that I shouted that. Just kidding, I knew. I didn't regret it, either.

I think it's safe to say why Snape hates my dad... and me too. He hated me because of some stupid grudge Snape held on to my dad and Harry's father when they were in school together! What the hell, it was in my blood! And Harry's too.

"What did you say to me, Black?"

Snape looked extremely mad, I could see any emotion that involved anger. Would he actually attack me, a student, with a witness, which is Harry, by? Judging by the rage that was coming from him, I think so. He'd probably attack Harry too, just saying.

"She told you to shut up about our dads!" Harry said, coming to her defense, like I did for him. "I know the truth, all right? My dad saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for him!"

"And did the dear headmaster tell you of the circumstances in which your father saved me?" Snape asked in a frightfully, but yet a calm voice. "I would hate for you to get a false impression of your father, Potter. Your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if it weren't for your father getting cold feet at the last minute. Had their prank succeeded, he would have been expelled. He was saving his own skin as much as mine."

He's probably making that whole part of Harry's father up. If my dad was the one who planned it... I could se why he would do that. But then again, that was very... mean to do, even if this professor was a bastard.

"Turn out your pockets, Potter!" he spat suddenly.

But Harry didn't move.

"Turn them out right now or we go to the headmaster! Pull them out!"

Vesper watched as Harry reluctantly pulled out a bag from Zonko's and the Marauder's Map. Snape picked up the Zonko's bag and began to looke through it.

"Rose gave them to me," Harry said, "As we were coming down for lunch. It was from the twins."

"How very touching, and those two..." Snape said. "And what is this?" he asked, picking up the Map.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Spare piece of parchment."

"Such an old bit of parchment," said Snape. "What if I just, throw it away?"

His hand moved towards the fire.

Harry cried out, "No!" while I had this look that could say, 'really bitch, really?'

"Hmm…" Snape said. "Is this another gift from Miss Black, or the twins? Or perhaps directions written in invisible ink or how to get into Hogsmeade without passing the dementors?"

Snape pulled out his wand and spread the map on his desk. "Reveal your secret!"

Nothing appeared or happened.

"Show yourself!"

This was going to be entertaining.

"Professor Severus Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield the information you conceal!"

Then suddenly, words appeared.

Mr. Moony would like to offer his compliment to Professor Snape and requests that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

Okay, then. But I had a feeling more would appear.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

I couldn't help but laugh, only for a few moments. Snape shot me this look.

Yeah, I don't think I was going to get out of here alive.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.

Could it get worse?

Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Yeah, it just did. I was waiting what Snape would do next.

"So…," he said, softly. "We'll see about this."

Snape walked around towards the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. He threw it into the flickering flames.

"Lupin!" he called. "I want a word."

Oh, shit. I am so screwed, Remus would totally know what was going on and he would instantly recognize the map. I never felt so, so ashamed in my life... and damn it, Remus hadn't even entered the room yet!

"Severus, you called?"

I didn't look into his eyes.

"I certainly did. I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this."

I glanced abd saw Remus studying the map carefully.

"Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic," said Snape. "As this is your area of expertise, Lupin, I thought it best to involve you. Where do you think Potter might have gotten such a thing?"

Remus chuckled. "Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated. "This looks to me as though it is just a piece of parchment that insults anyone who reads it. It is certainly not dangerous. I imagine that Harry got it from a joke shop."

"Indeed?" asked Snape. He was pissed. "You don't think he got it directly from the manufacturers?"

"You mean Mr. Wormtail or one of these other men?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these people?"

"No," said Harry quickly.

"Well, there we have it!" said Remus, clapping his hands together. He then turned to Harry and me. "Would you two come with me, I need a word about my essay. Good day, Severus."

I fucking rushed out of the room as fast as I could. Harry and I followed my godfather out of the Dungeons all the way to his office on the third floor.

"Professor, I -"

"I do not want to hear explanations, Harry," Remus said shortly. "Now I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. I have no idea how it came to be in your possession -" his eyes briefly shifted to me. I gave him a look that said that I didn't give it to him. "And I am.. astounded that you didn't turn it in. Did it ever occur to the two of you that this could fall into the hands of Sirius Black? Therefore I cannot give this back to you."

Oh my God, Lupin. Yes, we (or just me) did knew it could've... but, why would my stupid father...? Never mind.

"But why did Snape think that I'd gotten it directly from the manufacturers?" asked Harry.

"Because…," Remus hesitated. "Because they would have thought it great fun to lure you out of the castle."

"Do you know them?"

...Very..., I thought.

"We've met," he said curtly. "Be warned, I will not cover up for you again, Harry, nor for you Rosalie."

Uh oh, I'm in trouble.

"Harry, your parents gave their lives to save yours and sneaking out of school unprotected with a killer on the loose seems like a pretty poor way to repay them."

Oh, really? I had no idea that they gave their lives for him! (Sarcasam)

"Now, I want you to return to your dormitory immediately, and stay there, do you understand?"

Harry and I both nodded their heads in agreement. Then I was almost out the door when...

"Rose, stay back for a moment; there's something further I wish to discuss with you."

Oh, shit.