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'
Right
...
well
...
that
's
settled
then
,
'
said
Harry
,
and
feeling
that
the
day
was
not
going
to
be
a
complete
loss
after
all
,
he
virtually
bounced
off
to
the
library
to
pick
up
Ron
and
Hermione
before
their
afternoon
lessons
.
By
six
o'clock
that
evening
,
however
,
even
the
glow
of
having
successfully
asked
out
Cho
Chang
could
not
lighten
the
ominous
feelings
that
intensified
with
every
step
Harry
took
towards
Snape
's
office
.
He
paused
outside
the
door
when
he
reached
it
,
wishing
he
were
almost
anywhere
else
,
then
,
taking
a
deep
breath
,
he
knocked
and
entered
.
The
shadowy
room
was
lined
with
shelves
bearing
hundreds
of
glass
jars
in
which
slimy
bits
of
animals
and
plants
were
suspended
in
variously
coloured
potions
.
In
one
corner
stood
the
cupboard
full
of
ingredients
that
Snape
had
once
accused
Harry
--
not
without
reason
--
of
robbing
.
Harry
's
attention
was
drawn
towards
the
desk
,
however
,
where
a
shallow
stone
basin
engraved
with
runes
and
symbols
lay
in
a
pool
of
candlelight
.
Harry
recognised
it
at
once
--
it
was
Dumbledore
's
Pensieve
.
Wondering
what
on
earth
it
was
doing
there
,
he
jumped
when
Snape
's
cold
voice
came
out
of
the
shadows
.
'S
hut
the
door
behind
you
,
Potter
.
'
Harry
did
as
he
was
told
,
with
the
horrible
feeling
that
he
was
imprisoning
himself
.
When
he
turned
back
into
the
room
,
Snape
had
moved
into
the
light
and
was
pointing
silently
at
the
chair
opposite
his
desk
.
Harry
sat
down
and
so
did
Snape
,
his
cold
black
eyes
fixed
unblinkingly
upon
Harry
,
dislike
etched
in
every
line
of
his
face
.
'
Well
,
Potter
,
you
know
why
you
are
here
,
'
he
said
.
'
The
Headmaster
has
asked
me
to
teach
you
Occlumency
.
I
can
only
hope
that
you
prove
more
adept
at
it
than
at
Potions
.
'
'
Right
,
'
said
Harry
tersely
.
'
This
may
not
be
an
ordinary
class
,
Potter
,
'
said
Snape
,
his
eyes
narrowed
malevolently
,
'
but
I
am
still
your
teacher
and
you
will
therefore
call
me
"
sir
"
or
"
Professor
"
at
all
times
.
'
