"Har- Lord Potter," Snape said monotonously, "See me after class,"

Harry's OWLs were rapidly approaching and Harry was beyond prepared. He even continued his tutor sessions for those doing their NEWTs. Sure, they were either impressed or apprehensive but Harry soon proved to be a good teacher.

"Of course, Sev-Professor Snape," he corrected himself.

The students all noticed that Snape and Harry were a lot more friendly with each other and it freaked them out. Snape had never liked a student other than Malfoy and he was his godson.

"Class dismissed," he called eventually.

Harry packed up his things and walked over to Snape's desk.

"Severus?" he called as the Potions Master was marking papers.

"Yes, yes... what was I going to say...?" he looked away, "Oh yes, Wednesday at 9 pm,"

"Okay... but why couldn't he just send it in the mail?" he asked.

"Dumbledore," he sneered.

That one word was all it took to put Harry in a sour mood and a disgusted look on his face.

Harry walked out and spotted two seventh years with sloppy disillusionment charms on them.

"Hey, Macneil and... Macintosh right?" he paused, not looking at them.

He could hear two gulps.

"Tell a soul and you're are dead, got it?"

The charms were removed and he finally looked at the two trembling students.

"Got it?" he asked again, "If not... I'll obliviate you,"

They nodded.

"Good," he nodded and left.

"Nosy little brats," he mumbled under his breath as he went back up to his dorm.

"Hey guys!" he said to the students in the common room.

There was a chorus of mumbled 'hey's and 'hey Harry's. Most of them had their noses stuck in books, preparing for EOY exams.

***

He quickly made his way to the secret room and said goodbye to a very disappointed Rowle.

: Cassius, Come out. His slithering companion preferred to be out in the forest rather than in the school and because of that, Harry usually only saw her about once a week.

: Harry?

: Heyyyy he hissed as the snake slid out from under the sofa of the room. Let's just say that Amelia didn't like her that much.

: Would you like to come with me? He asked as he changed into Ashe and put on a cloak that was laying on the armchair.

The snake nodded and coiled around Ashe's left forearm. She was quite big now. Around a metre long but thin and lanky. Magical snakes were very different to their muggle counterparts. The rings of gold around her glittered brightly and the red line going down her head stood out the most.

Harry, currently not bothered to use the tunnel and apparate, decided to just shadow to the Leaky Cauldron.

Apparently, he needs more practice because he shadowed behind Tom the Bartender.

"AAAGH" Tom shouted, grabbing the attention of all in the pub.

"Shut it, Tom," he sneered.

He was fed up with people looking at him and so he went wondering throughout the tiny streets of Knockturn.

That was when he heard it. Howling.

E smelled something familiar. Something... ghastly. And then he remembered. Fenrir.

"Fenrir?" he asked nothing in particular.

"How do you know Alpha Greyback?" a voice from the corner of the alleyway echoed.

"I am allied with him," he replied calmly. He knew what was happening. During the week before the full moon, the werewolves of Fenrir's pack were ordered to 'initiate' people. To make them werewolves.

"Alpha Greyback does not ally with people easily, you know?" he replied and his words echoed off the walls of the street, "Why would he ally with you?"

There was a rustle of leaves and into the light stepped a large man, smaller than Fenrir but still taller and larger than Ashe.

He howled and soon, 5 or so more werewolves came scuttering out of different hiding places. They were considerably smaller than the man that came out first but still quite intimidating.

Then, the sound of apparition made Ashe turn around to see behind him.

"Ashe!" he called cheerfully before pulling Harry in for a hug.

"Alpha Greyback," they greeted in unison before kneeling before Fenrir.

"Up," Greyback commanded as he took a step closer to the largest of the werewolves.

The werewolf stood and bowed his head in shame.

"Lay a hand on this man and I will feast on your insides," he whispered, loud enough for Harry to hear, "Got it, Beta?" he ended silkily.

He nodded shakily.

"Alpha, please, I must ask who this is," an omega from behind the Beta asked meekly.

"Who this man is... is none of your business, got it?" he told the whole group of werewolves.

They nodded, afraid to move more than that.

"Very well... continue," the entire group seemingly disappeared as they ran off.

Fenrir turned back to Harry, "Sorry about that," he laughed awkwardly.

"It's fine," he shrugged.

"Wanna get a drink?"

"Sure," he shrugged and they made their way to the Broken Wand, another pub.

Harry just got a butterbeer and Fenrir got a Firewhiskey.

The whole night, they joked and joshed around and laughed at anecdotes as if they were old friends.

"Thank you, Fenrir," he thanked the tipsy werewolf, getting up from his seat, "I needed this," he mumbled, before shadowing to his dorm.

He could have sworn he saw a man in a red suit and black eyes outside the window, putting his thumbs up.

Too much Butterbeer.

That was when he realized it was breakfast already. He changed out of 'Ashe', took a quick shower and went to the Great Hall to grab a quick breakfast.

As he walked over to the Slytherin table, he heard Flitwick trying to get his attention.

"Lord Potter!" he yelled in his high-pitch voice, "Come over here, we have a seat for you," he patted the seat of a chair next to Flitwick and Minerva. He worked his way there and sat in the seat.

"Harry," Minerva whispered so that only Flitwick and Harry could hear, "I apologise but, what's with the clothes?"

Harry's eyes widened when he realized that he hadn't changed out of his black combat robes.

"Woops," he waved his hand over the clothes, transfiguring them into his school robes.

Minerva clapped lightly, "Very good transfiguration, Lord Potter, 10 points to Slytherin,"

"Thank you," he grabbed a piece of toast, "but I must be off now,"

"Where are you off to?" Flitwick asked.

"I-uh I um nevermind," he sat back down.

The professors exchanged looks and then went back to talking about Quidditch and whatnot.

Eventually, breakfast ended and it was time for class.

Harry was attending a seventh-year History of Magic class where he quickly dozed off,' a great way to start the day, ' he thought to himself.

The class was dismissed and Harry rushed to the Potions Classroom and knocked on the door. He was early and no one had arrived yet so the only ones in the room were Snape and Harry.

He walked up to the professor's desk and then he noticed a certain Headmaster covered in Notice-Me-Not charms. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and very discreetly tilted his head towards Dumbledore.

Snape barely nodded.

"I was wondering, professor, one of my students in Slytherin asked me if you could offer tutoring lessons specifically for Potions on Thursdays alongside my class," he stated boringly, "You see, I do not have enough hands to help every student and the students struggle the most with your class,"

Snape nodded, "I will get back to you, "

Harry nodded back and took his place at the back of the Potions classroom and watched discreetly as Dumbledore made his way out.

Snape breathed out a sigh of relief, "Finally," he stood and stretched, Harry chuckled.

The students soon began to file in and take their places and Snape being his usual snark self, decided to take points off a seventh-year Gryffindor for breathing too loudly. The Slytherins laughed at that and didn't get into trouble.

Once class was over, Harry stayed back to talk.

"So..... Dumbledore?"

Snape nodded, "Nosy git," he mumbled.

"Hey," he said as he sat down in a chair opposite Snape's desk, "If it makes you feel better, his term as Chief Warlock is coming to an end,"

Snape leaned back, processing it for a moment, "Who's taking over?"

Harry winked.

"You're a lunatic, you know that?" Snape pinched the bridge of his nose.

Harry snorted before leaving, "See you tomorrow, Sevvykins," he waved, turning a corner.

That earned him an unsuccessful stinging hex to the arm.