Track 3

Slam. Slam. Slam.

"You know, Harry, if you keep slamming your head into the wall like that, you�re going to give yourself brain damage," Professor Lupin was saying, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. Harry paused briefly and turned to Remus with a glare.

"Good. Then maybe I�ll have an excuse to get out of this. Or at least destroy enough memory cells so that I�ll never remember this," Harry replied, then returned to his lastest favorite pasttime. Quidditch had nothing on this.

"Harry�Harry!" Remus grabbed him and physically pulled him away from the wall. "Sirius would kill me if I let you keep doing that."

"Oh, I don�t know. I think that, all things considered, he�d understand, given the circumstances." He gave Remus a "look" as the werewolf snickered quietly. Hermione had finally given Harry the script for the first episode that she�d picked up for him while he was still unconscious. Upon reading it, Harry discovered that his worst fear was to be realized � he would have to sing. Often. In a foreign language. And to make matters even worse, he would have to kiss Snape. That, however, was unimportant compared to the prospect of him singing. This disturbed him a bit, and he decided to chalk it up to the shock not fully setting in yet. It didn�t help as much as he�d hoped.

"Harry, really, it shouldn�t be so bad�" Remus trailed off as Harry gave him a look promising death if he finished that sentence. "Um, well�think of it this way, Harry. Snape�s in the same position as you."

"If that�s supposed to reassure me, I�m sorry to say that it has failed miserably," Harry growled. "Besides, he doesn�t have to sing, and in a foreign language to boot. No, he just has to be his pissy self!" He sighed. "God, what I wouldn�t give to be in a coma right now�"

"Harry! That�s horrible!" Lupin frowned. "If it bothers you that much, you can always go talk to Dumble�"

"I already tried that," Snape cut him off, coming up behind Lupin, goblet in hand, and effectively scaring the hell out of everyone�s favorite lycanthrope. Lupin clutched a hand to his chest and turned to look at Snape wide-eyed.

"Could you please not do that in the future, Severus? I�d like to live to see my next birthday," Lupin growled.

Severus snorted, but didn�t reply. Instead he held the goblet out to Remus. "Drink this now," was all he said. Remus frowned.

"You could be a little more pleasant about it," he complained. Severus, however, was ignoring him, instead turning his focus on Harry, who had returned to the riveting sport of slamming his head against the wall.

"Perhaps I�m missing something," Severus began, "but I fail to see how giving yourself a concussion in Professor Lupin�s classroom will solve anything."

"Brain damage," was all Harry said as he continued.

Severus was about to say something about not needing to continue as Harry already had plenty of it when Lupin handed the goblet back to him.

"Thanks very much, Severus," Remus said, before once again pulling Harry away from the wall. "Harry, I really wish you�d stop that�"

"And I really wish Ron and Hermione had let me hang myself. Pity we can�t always get what we want, eh?" And Harry returned to his wall.

Remus turned to Snape with a pleading look. Severus snorted. "I happen to find his behavior rather amusing,"he said, then turned his attention to Harry. "It might be more effective if you hit a bit harder." Harry turned to glare at him. Snape smirked.

"It�d be even more effective if I wasn�t involved in this stupid thing at all," Harry retorted, then sighed. "It�s times like this I wish I could cast Avada Kedavra on myself�"

"Harry!" Lupin cried out in horror. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I wasn�t being serious�not entirely, anyway," he reassured his new godfather. Sirius insisted that Harry think of Remus as his other godfather after he and Remus were married. Harry had been more than happy to comply.

"Are you sure, Potter? I�m sure that I can dig up a nice potion�" Snape began, but was silenced by a glare from Lupin. He sighed. "Lupin, you have no sense of humor�"

Harry barked out a laugh. "Look who�s talking!" he exclaimed. Snape looked downright insulted.

"Mr. Potter, just because you can�t appreciate my sharp wit�" he trailed off. "Why am I arguing with you anyway? Ten points from Gryffindor for being an obnoxious brat."

Harry glared at Snape again before turning his attention back to the wall.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Remus pulled Harry away from the wall again. "Stop it now, Harry!" he yelled. That got Harry�s attention. Lupin never yelled. "I�m not kidding around. Look, you�ve got a whole week before the first rehearsal�" he sighed. "Just�just deal with it, okay?"

Harry sighed but nodded. It wasn�t fair. But then, his life had been a parade of unfairness, and this was just thrown on top of the heaping pile. He risked another glare at Snape, earning him a raised eyebrow. "Really, you act as though this is my fault," Snape snorted. Harry said nothing, instead turning and leaving the room and the two professors silently.

Remus looked at Severus. "Try not to torture him too much, Severus. Sirius will not be very tolerant if you�" Snape raised a hand, effectively cutting Remus off.

"I assure you, Lupin, I will strive not to make this any more unpleasant than it is already guaranteed to be." And with that, Snape swept out of the room, empty goblet in hand.