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 “Potter!  Detention.  And twenty points from Gryffindor.” Albus turned in his seat along with the rest of the 4th year DADA class to stare at where Assistant Headmaster Snape stood, fuming, in the doorway.  Albus swallowed.  In the long standoff that followed, Scorpius leant in close to Albus and ghost-whispered, “What did you do?  And why deduct points from Gryffindor?”   The blonde glanced down and Albus followed his gaze to the Slytherin badge on his chest.  Leaning just a tad closer, he whispered back, “Father means Da, not me.” 

    It was testing time at Hogwarts.  The 5th and 7th years were trapped in their various OWL and NEWT examination rooms, and the rest of the student body had been cut loose to cram for their finals next week.  For the professors, this time offered a small vacation, which most spent visiting family or catching up on sleep before the hell after finals began.  In earlier years, this time had been tarnished by a philosopher’s stone here, a basilisk there, but those troubled times had since passed and the only war brewing was the one at the breakfast table of Harold and Severus Snape. &#