I don't own Harry Potter. Heck I down't even own this story. This story is what I can find of the third part of an HP fanfic written by Sin of Existance. If asked to remove it by Sin of Existance, I will lickity split.

New chapter...no crap...yeah.

Shortest author's note by me ever! (I think)

"Luck? I don't believe in luck. Luck is preparation meets oppourtunity. Nothin' more to it."

-Jackie Estacado

Harry paced back and forth in the empty classroom, chewing his lip thoughtfully. It was rather out of the way, so he didn't really need to worry about someone wandering in.

Across the room, the diary sat on a raised pedestal, a charmed quill poised to write.

Harry abruptly snapped his fingers, and sat back down in the chair in front of it.

"What about the druids? They were caught in the crossfire, and they had to make the choice of either siding with the Ministry, or the giants, who had been killing them off for centuries. They would have been slaughtered if they hadn't chosen the Ministry's side."

The quill, which had been moving furiously in tandem with his voice, stopped.

On the page, words formed to rebuke his statement.

"The druids were a tiny minority of the humans in the battle of Stonehenge. They hardly did any fighting, only provided information. The Giants had been there far longer."

"They SAY that. I could SAY that I could make the forecast rainy through my own power in my past life, but no one could know, could they?" Harry argued.

"Giants live three times as long as humans, not killed, that is. It is much more likely they would have accurate renditions of who was there at the circle first."

Harry, who was pacing back and forth, shaking his head and grinning sardonically. "That's a faulty arguement, and both you and I know it. Giants don't keep records. They're too stupid."

"That is prejudice and public opinion, Harry. Shame on you. Giants may not keep written records, but they keep stories, storykeepers. They are entirely intelligent."

"They knock eachother fucking stupid, fuck eachother silly, or are eating eachother shortly after killing said person, half the time. That isn't exactly the greatest intelliegence nurturing enviroment." Harry remarked dryly.

"It is true that you don't see many 'Giant scholars' around. They are creatures of their emotions."

"Some would call that being a idiot."

"Some would call it a wonderful existance. Never having to stop to consider such trivial things like courtesy, manners, status. Only strength, power, and who has the most of it."

Harry frowned. The way it was written, made it sound almost wistful. "Regardless, the giants had no proof that they held first dibs on Stonehenge."

"It would have mattered little if they had a full report with evidence and witnesses. The Ministry and public wanted Stonehenge more than they wanted their next breath."

Harry grimaced.

It was, for the most part, true. Stonehenge had been the first in series of locations to have been found to have a sort of magical...saturation, for lack of a better word. The air so choked with old, forgotten magicks that it felt like the very air was carressing your magical core, making you stronger with every breath you took.

The Potters had a small cottage, in the location. All a good several miles from the actual stones, of course, so as not to risk contamination. They had even gone so far as to create a replica, so Muggles would not decide to start monkeying around with the real deal.

The Ministry would have called in an army to take that location, even without the excuse of the human druids.

But the point of a debate was defend your side, even if your side made you want to take a strong bath afterwards.

"What may or may not have been true in the minds of the officials matters not. The giants were driven out, given proper compensation, and are currently settled quite,...well, peacefully for them, in the highlands of Scotland. Hell, their leader is still even alive, tough bastard that he is. There were minimum casualities, and everyone got off pretty much well off."

"The point of this debate, Harry, isn't what happened after the battle, but whether it was right to have a battle in the first place."

"Why does this even matter?" Harry asked, quite deathly bored by the entire affair. "I know all about the Battle of Stonehenge, I know the names of the leaders, the druids, the location, and the exact year it happened. It's basic British history, and the breakthrough that lead to geomancy, the magic of tracking magical signatures to places which radiate magic, and hence, will hold wards and strengthen magical rituals if held there. I know this crap."

"But you have never questioned this, not once questioned the motives or truth of what is written."

"Yes, yes, I know, 'history is written by the victors' and all that. Even if did think to question it, there's no one that could have...possibly been...there." Harry trailed off.

"I see it is coming to you." The diary scribed smugly.

"You were there!" Harry blurted, leaping to his feet. "You know what happened."

"I do. I suppose you will now select two words from your previous sentence and phrase them in a questioning form."

Harry laughed in exasperation in spite of himself. The book's personality reminded him so much of himself that it was mildly creepy when it insulted him in exactly the same way he would himself.

"What happened?" Harry finally voiced.

He was not expecting the answer, however.

"Everything that was written, was true. Minister Lindenbury felt surprisingly guilty over uprooting the giants from their ancestral home, and being one of the rare politicians with an intact conscience, gave a shockingly true rendition of the battle to the public. He resigned the next morning."

Harry felt his mouth open, and promptly shut it with a click. "That's why he resigned? Never mind that. How could you even know what happened, unless one of the Aurors or Giants back then was writing what happened with one hand and killing with the other?"

"I exist, Harry. In a form, less than the weakest ghost, unviewable even by your aura seeing eyes, I may leave this diary for periods of time. I knew, Harry, that you would not come for a very, very long time, so I saw fit to travel the world, and keep with the times."

"How could you know that?" Harry asked, placing his fist on his chin, while his mind worked through possibilities. "A prophecy? Prediction?" He ventured.

"Very astute, Harry, but let us leave that for another time. The point of our little discussion is simple. Whenever something happens, there is always a reason or motive behind it."

"The giants." Harry suddenly sat up straighter with this epiphany. "There was something else about Stonehenge they didn't want to leave behind."

Harry got an almost proud air about the words that were written. "I knew I made a smart choice in you, Harry. Very bright."

"What? What was the reason? Is Omnisluctus somehow connected to Stonehenge?" Harry asked quickly. He could almost feel the damned book slipping away from him.

"One piece of the puzzle at a time, Harry. If you don't have patience, you may ruin the pieces, and then the satisfaction at the end is completely spoiled."

"Argh!" Harry grunted in frustration. "Is that another god-damned metaphor?" He asked wearily.

"We are not alone."

This simple statement made Harry's wand appear in his hand in a flash, pointing around in the shadows of the abandoned classroom.

He snatched the book from the pedestal, and stuffed it in his robes. "Who's there?"

There was a brief silence, before a black cat slinked around the corner of the doorway into the room. Harry saw a great deal more magic in the cat than there was supposed to be, and made a deduction.

"I didn't mean your Animagus form. Reveal yourself." Harry snarled.

One of the desks behind Harry suddenly rose, of it's own accord, and hovered in a very suggestive manner.

A brief second passed, before the cat's form enlarged and widened, until Blaise Zabini stood before him, his body tense, yet his hands in front of him in a gesture of surrender.

"Easy, Potter. I'm just here-"

"That is not my name anymore." Harry interrupted venomously.

"Fine, Omnisluctus, whatever. Don't know why you'd prefer it, sounds pretty outlandish anyway…" Harry glowered, and the Slytherin's face was serious once more. "I'm just here with a message."

"What?" Harry snapped. His wand didn't waver an inch, and Blaise stared at it with morbid curiosity.

"Interesting wand design there, Pot-…Omnisluctus. Who made that?" His brown-golden eyes glittered in the darkness.

A second desk rose to join the first. "The fucking tooth fairy, now tell me your message, or get out." Harry snarled.

"Merlin, calm down, you can bloody calm down! With all that talking to yourself, and this, some people might call you crazy…" Harry ignored this in favor of raising another desk. The message came surprisingly quickly.

"Professor Snape wants to see you."

"Bullshit. Why would Snape want to see me?" Harry smelled something, and it wasn't the dust and old wood.

Blaise shrugged. "Dunno. He just sent me to find you, and mind you, you weren't easy to find. Some people might be curious as to why you're wandering around the castle like this, you know."

Harry was pretty sure that by 'some people', the Slytherin meant prefects and Aurors, who had been a bitch to sneak by, even with his disillusionment charms.

Blaise could tell them, if Blaise didn't get an answer from Harry himself. That was what he was suggesting, subtly.

Harry narrowed his eyes. Some people, mostly Slytherins, were much too curious for their own good.

"Some people might be curious as to how you came to become an Animagus." Harry countered coolly.

"Some people can be bribed." Blaise shot back.

"Some people would still know, and could tell those who can't." Harry replied instantly.

For a moment, the air was tense, and Blaise's eyes flickered to the three desks already hovering in the air.

"Fair enough." The tension eased. "I guess you're just harmlessly crazy then." Blaise offered.

"Why did you come to find me?" Harry tried again.

"Professor Snape wants to talk to you." A glare. "It's the honest truth! Go ask him, if it bothers you so much."

"…Fine." Harry put his wand away, the desks dropped without a sound. No need to draw some attentive Auror's attention, after all. "Where?"

"The Defense office. Everyone thinks he's reprimanding you." Blaise replied quickly, informing Harry of the cover story without a bat of an eyelash.

"Fair enough. And Zabini?"

The cat, finished with it's transformation in the blink of an eye, turned, and regarded Harry with it's wide, slitted eyes.

"There aren't many cats around Hogwarts. None of them particularly well liked. So it wouldn't go terribly amiss in such high tension for one to go…" Harry searched for a good word. "Missing."

The cat scampered out the door. The message was heard.

Stay the fuck out of my business.

Harry sighed, and produced the diary.

The charmed quill was still folded up inside. He rubbed his chin momentarily, before speaking.

"You said you could travel the world, right?"

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"Do sit down, Potter." Snape nodded towards the chair in front of the desk he sat at. He turned back to the page he was scribbling upon.

"That's not my name." Harry protested, sitting down in the chair. "Not anymore."

The quill paused in it's path. Snape's lips quirked, ever so slightly.

"And perhaps not ever." He murmured, to no one in particular.

Harry surveyed his surroundings.

The office was surprisingly original. There was a Ministry flag, of course, but Harry would eat his wand if Snape hadn't put it up there just to appease Umbridge.

Other than that, it was very dark, but interesting. Strange things, such as eyeballs, a few hands, and other body parts, from Merlin knew how many creatures sat in jars on shelves bolted recently into the walls.

On another shelf, there was a myriad of jewelry. If anyone else had seen it, they would have called it vain.

To Harry's eyes, every one glowed with an individual light. He would bet his entire Gringotts account that there wasn't a single piece not enchanted with some sort of nifty affect.

On the other two walls, there was a single, giant blackboard, with hasty writings all across it. Harry saw a lot of medical conditions and alchemical formulas, along with several hasty scrawls, such as 'purge?' and 'control the thirst'.

On the other wall, behind a large, empty cauldron, was a assortment of sacks and woven bags, with an assortment of what Harry assumed were potions ingredients. Next to the cauldron was a counter, raised from the stone, and a cutting board, with several well treated knives in it.

Behind Snape was a door opened. Harry could glimpse a narrow cot, jutting out from the wall, and a sink and mirror, with all the toiletries that were natural, a razor, toothbrush, etc. Harry also saw a open bottle of potions grease, which all Potions Masters applied to protect themselves from fumes in the more dangerous concoctions they brewed.

It was a perfect blend of business and individuality. Harry could appreciate that.

A rough flap of paper drew Harry's attention, leading to him seeing Snape open his desk and file the paper he had been writing upon in one of the cabinets, before snapping it shut.

"There aren't going to be any big, bad Death Eaters leaping to get you…" Snape trailed off, as if lamenting the loss of such a short last name like 'Potter' to snap at him with. "You needn't stare so much." He finished.

"I know." Harry replied glibly. The diary had been surprisingly willing to check this out, though quite slow.

Snape stared at Harry for a moment longer, before crossing his fingers and leaning back. "I suppose you wish to know why I called you here." He drawled.

"Is it because you just couldn't get enough of my sparkling personality?" Harry replied flippantly, leaning on one arm of the chair.

Snape raised an eyebrow, which sent serious alarms going off in Harry's head. Normally, the man would have blown a gasket.

"No. It is because of your actions in class, and this essay your…girlfriend turned in this morning." Snape fished the small stack of paper out of one of the piles on his desk.

"Is it a problem? I was only told I was unable to attend class. Since my grade is based on homework and tests, I assumed I could do my homework and study in the library while taking the tests during lunch, when I do not have class." Harry replied. "Then, I may take my OWLs, since she can't restrict them."

"There are several problems with that plan. Would you like to know them?" Snape replied slowly. Harry, still feeling that this whole encounter was a bit queer, nodded cautiously.

Snape leaned forward on his elbows and steepled his fingers in front of his face. Harry resisted the urge to scoot back his chair and listened.

"Firstly, your plan would have worked perfectly if I were not the one teaching it. Having the Dark Lord's mark upon my arm-" Harry's eyes flickered briefly to the spot it would be in, covered by black robe as it was. "-has granted me the delight of being the only teacher almost constantly monitored by Aurors. The only reason one is not here at the moment is because I slipped a laxative into his tea. He'll be quite preoccupied for I imagine at least a few hours longer." Snape's eyes shone with a amused light for a moment, before returning to deadness.

"Being the only professor with this dubious honor, and having the misfortune to have quite a young, and hence, zealous fellow on my case, he happened to see Miss Lovegood handing in your assignment, and reported it to our delightful newly-appointed Headmistress-" Harry grimaced, and Snape's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "Madam Umbridge."

"So I suppose my homework is now invalid for being written by such a traitorous and horribly truth-spouting boy." Harry finished for him.

"Close." Snape admitted. "Miss Lovegood presented quite the heated and public argument for you, particularly when previously mentioned young-and-bucking-for-a-promotion Auror watching me tried to intercept your paper in the middle of class, and Madam Umbridge didn't want such a disruptive and informing fuss. Your essay was handed in." Snape finished. "Later, only an hour before now, as a matter of fact, the Headmistress was informing on just how my grading of your papers in particular shall be recorded, and how I shall forward the grade I shall be presenting you to her each time."

"I suppose she'll take it and chop it down a letter." Harry replied bitterly.

Snape ignored this. He picked up Harry's essay, which was at least six inches longer than the eighteen required. "This is an exceptionally well-written paper." He remarked. "You didn't forget to mention the benefits of vampirism, unlike most, who simply look at the thirst and inability to perform magic."

Harry, totally out of his depth being actually complimented by Snape, decided to play along.

"Well, yeah, those are two pretty big losses, but you've got to see the benefits, right?" Harry queried. "I mean, you'll live forever if you find a good, steady source of human blood, and you've got super strength, enhanced reflexes, seeing in the dark…you've also got that-"

"Yes, yes, I am also aware of the vampiric aura, the manner in which they are nearly like Veela, although no where near the strength. Ironic it is, how they despise eachother…" Snape mused. "Vampirism is the closest thing to immortality since…well, just about anything in the sane realm of thought."

"The problems are still pretty big, though." Harry argued. "Vampires are forbidden from getting medical licenses, so no blood banks, and not many people except convicts and death row prisoners get sent or wander into the vampire clans' territory to actually suck blood from without it being illegal. And the change is forever."

"Indeed." Snape drawled. "Which is why I've taken it upon myself to devise a cure."

Harry would admit it; He was blown back, for a couple of seconds. He then settled back, twiddling with his thumbs. Normally, he would be almost squirming to get out of the dour Potions Master's office. Now, he was almost comfortable.

"Why?" Harry asked, after a length.

Snape stood up, and paced to stare at the blackboard. Harry supposed it was covered in his calculations. "I understand that you might be skeptical; people have been after the cure for centuries. Why would I be the one to find it?" Snape smiled grimly, and Harry felt a actual shiver trail up his spine. "Simple, because I can see the potential of it, rather than it as some method of salvation."

Snape reached up, and pulled down a diagram from the ceiling. It showed a human body, and a few more diagrams of it, in decay.

"Most or all others seeking the cure have been after it because they were vampires themselves, turned unwillingly. I am after it, because it is a path to true immortality." Snape pointed at the diagram. "The human body decays with age, weakens. When a vampire does not have their blood, what happens is much the same, only a great deal quicker. There is one, vital difference, however." Snape stopped and folded his hands behind his back. "Vampires regenerate."

"Their cells revitalize, their skin becomes new again. It is a medical miracle. Their entire system is completely made anew." Snape paced back to the blackboard. "Now, imagine if that could be applied to a human."

Harry was silent, Snape peered at him briefly, before continuing.

"It is completely impossible, of course." Snape went on. "A vampire's entire internal system is different than that of a human. We haven't been able to study them in detail, considering the way they turn into dust when opened up in such a manner, but a precious few have actually taken steps, using Muggle machines, such as a sonogram and x-ray, to construct diagrams of their internal organs and workings. They are almost completely different than that of a human."

"I am searching for one of two things. Firstly, a cure to vampirism, or a way to induce short-termed vampirism, as if a turning that only takes for a short amount of time, before leaving the system the way it was before."

Snape looked at Harry again, as if expecting a cry of 'impossible!' or 'that's not right!'. When he received none, he continued.

"Imagine it. For the first, you could simply pay a vampire to turn you briefly-such people are easily found-ingest a large amount of blood, and watch as your body turned back to it's prime, before taking the cure, and turning back human, if you so wished."

"The second method would be far more miraculous. Just take the short term vampirism potion, turn into a vampire briefly, drink a sufficient amount of blood before the potion expired, then turn back into a human, completely strong and in your prime."

"I believe I am somewhere close on the first; I've managed to shortly stop the thirst of several vampires willing to subject themselves to my experiments, but their organs contracted alarmingly, and they died. Quite tragic, but they were already on the verge of death, so it did not matter much anyway. On the second, I have made several theories, but none have been tested, considering the fact that if I turned them and they didn't turn back, they could tell someone about it, unlike the others."

"You're the first one I've shown this theory. If I ever do make a breakthrough, I don't intend to tell anyone about it. If everyone is immortal, then the world will quickly become overpopulated. No, I intend this cure for myself, and myself only. I would like to know what you think of it."

Snape stopped, his beetle-black eyes boring into Harry's own icy blue.

"You know-" Harry began. "When I asked 'Why?', I was actually referring to didn't try to curse me into a puddle with that 'sparkling personality' quip, like you normally would." He clasped his hands patiently, while Snape raised a eyebrow.

"I would assume it's obvious. You're not a Potter anymore." Snape snapped the last part, as if it were to a Gryffindor who had dared ask about something he already explained.

"That's it?" Harry asked incredulously. "I'm not James Potter's son on the books anymore, so you're going to treat me normally? That's not exactly fair." Harry finished, in a tone not at all as upset as it should have been.

"Life is not fair. Get used to it." Snape replied, in a slightly impatient tone.

Harry smiled, ever so slightly. It sounded a bit like something he would say.

"Your theory's sound, by the looks of it. I'm not much of a potions wiz, so I don't really know why you're asking me, but I'd say you're looking at it too biologically." Harry replied. "The vampire transformation somehow kills the magical aura, stills your core. You'd have to find out what's eating at the aura, or your magic can't start up again. You said the internal body structure changes, right? The magic might not even be gone, it just might not be compatible with your system. It might just be locked away because it can't find any route to expel through."

"There's also several other ways to look at this. I don't have much medical or potions knowledge, like I said, but perhaps you should look at this like an infection? You have to hit it at the root. To find the root, find out what systems it attacks first, changes first." Harry gestures at his diagram. "It makes the heart stop beating, maybe it starts there? Inject your 'cure' straight into there, so instead of hacking away at the branches of the infection, which can grow back, you're hacking at the root, which kills it."

Snape was silent through this, crossing his arms and staring at Harry expectantly.

"Of course, for that other thing, I have no idea. Temporarily induce vampirism? All I can think of is more plant metaphors; you'd have to let it take root, then yank it out before letting it get attached. If it's not a infection at all, then could you find a way to separate just the regeneration from the effects of vampirism, taking away the thirst. The problem with that is, you'd have to find something to substitute blood to fuel the regeneration. I have no idea what that would be, since blood has probably has some magical significance too, and there's not much that ranks up on the magical spectrum next to it except a human heart or virgin sacrifices, and there's the whole 'acquisition' problem all over again. Why are you asking me, anyway?" Harry shot back suddenly.

Snape strolled back easily, and sat in the chair. "Because, boy, you're the only one in the school that has even half the amount of intelligence needed to consider this. I do believe would have had a brain hemorrhage from all the information you were throwing about back there."

"True enough, but why trust me? You and I aren't exactly on the best of terms. Don't think I'm going to let you off on the four years of my life you tormented me over the six letters that made up my last name." Harry warned, in an offhand tone of voice that was totally unbefitting the way he was currently threatening a teacher.

"I don't trust you. I intend to make you swear an Unbreakable Vow not to reveal any of our previous conversation before you leave this office." Snape replied, just as calmly.

Harry would have asked how he intended to do that, before the tip of something black and shiny peaked over the edge of the table. His breath caught, and he mentally calculated the chances of him getting to his own wand before Snape obliviated him, especially with Snape's wand already being out.

Not good. He was Dumbledore's right hand man for a reason.

"As for why? Two heads are better than one. I hadn't before even considered the fact that the vampire transformation might be partly magical, and several of your 'biological' approaches were original, as well. I'm willing to allow you to use the immortality formula, should you help me on the path to finding it, as long as you swear an additional vow not to reveal it. I'll even sweeten the deal." Snape tapped Harry's essay. "I'll grade your homework exactly as it is."

Harry mentally calculated furiously. "What about Umbridge?"

Snape shrugged nonchalantly. "She only asked for reports. I'll tell her I gave you an Acceptable, and put it down as an Outstanding. No one has ever accused her of being intelligent, so I doubt she'll check it, being the lazy bitch that she is." Snape remarked. "That way, if we do not succeed, you will still have viable career options."

Harry bit his lip, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

This exchange sounded promising, Harry would admit. He would be stretched thin between the diary, homework, Luna, and Snape, but the potential payoff would be huge.

The horcrux thing had really opened Harry's mind to possibilities. Before, Harry had been content with the fact that he would live, start a family, leave behind some enormous legacy or breakthrough in history, and die. He had never even considered the fact that the last could be avoided.

Now that he knew, that there were ways to avoid it…well, he wanted it. How many people could actually claim there was a fair chance they would never die?

This also told him one other thing. Snape wanted his help pretty bad. Bad enough to approach him himself.

"I'll do it." Snape's eyes widened, and he perked up slightly. "On one condition. It's small." Harry assured him.

"…What would that be?" Snape asked slowly. The fact that he was even considering it meant that Harry had a good chance.

"Legimency. You know it. I want to learn it. I'm a good Occlumens, but I haven't been able to move beyond that stage. I've tried, believe me."

"…This is not suprising. Very few Occlumens are able to do so." Snape replied cautiously. "What are you proposing?"

"I come to your office, say, every Sunday. You say we're serving detention." Harry replied. "We spitball ideas for this project of yours for a couple of hours. You spend half an hour teaching me how to use Legimency without the very obvious incantation. Then I slink out with a miserable expression on my face."

Snape leaned back, mulling this over. His eyes flickered to the door Harry had entered through.

"You get what you want, I get what I want." Harry continued. He threw a hand behind his head. "Hell, Umbridge gets to think she's getting her revenge, taking away the last day of my weekend for the rest of the year, for showing such horrid disrespect in the face of the Headmistress. She gets what she wants. Everyone wins." Harry whispered encouragingly.

Snape shifted his weight to one leg of his chair. Then the other. He rubbed his chin with one knuckle. His other hand twirled a letter opener on the desk, drilling a small furrow in the already marked wood.

"Very well." Snape said finally. "I warn you, I am not as skilled in the field of Legimency as some. There will be little I can teach you beyond the reading of surface thoughts."

"That's enough. I can go on from there." Harry replied immediately.

The Unbreakable Vows were sworn quickly, and the terms were simple. Harry was to help until the project was complete, or he wanted to drop the project. Snape was to provide Legimency lessons, and reveal to Harry all of his research on the project, as was Harry. Neither of them were to speak of it, infer it, write it, etc., or in any other way inform another person about the project unless both Harry and Snape agreed upon it until the day they died. Snape only sent a single odd glance at Harry's odd wand, before Harry quickly holstered it.

"We may have to enlist the help of your other friend, . We will need some rather rare ingredients, and his father is the only one I can think that might be able to acquire them, quarantined as we are in this school." Snape gestured out the window, where red robed Aurors could be seen patrolling the grounds.

"Umbridge'll be screening our posts. You'll have to find someone other way than by owl to get them in." Harry offered.

"I will devise that later. It will seem suspicious if I keep you in here for a simple harangue in such duration." Snape jerked his head towards the door. "I will write up your detention. Get out, and put a suitably chastened expression on your face as you pass the Aurors." Snape advised.

Harry stood up, and pushed in his chair, before opening the door.

"Boy!" Snape snapped.

Harry glanced at him over his shoulder.

"Do not disappoint me." He announced.

Harry's only response was a cheeky, Matt-esque grin, before closing the door with a snap.

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FINISH!

I wanted to start adding plots, and such. Harry's life is getting pretty complicated, I'd say. Immortality with Snape, puzzles with the diary, homework with himself, and trying to maintain a girlfriend? Not going to be easy.

If it was boring, then I apologize. But this is important. Bear with me.

'Til next time.