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Derek smiled as the owl landed on his shoulder. "Can't frighten me this time little fella." he said with a friendly chuckle. He offered the letter and Stephen's owl clutched it carefully with his beak before taking off again, his sharp talons pressing into Derek's shoulder slightly.

He waved, and then he turned back to see the wolf running off. He also noticed the sparks, and his easy smile faded away quickly. "Hey, wait!" he called, but the wolf was already gone. He rushed after her, trying to catch up.

He followed the sound of the voices and her growls, but by the time he arrived, the wolf had already managed to run them off. He frowned at their retreating backs, his fingers clenched tightly around his wand. "Dunderheads." he murmured under his breath, shaking his head in anger.

He turned back to the wolf and reached out his fingers to stroke her soft head once more. "Way to go girl. You scared those bloody idiots away." He bent down and knelt on the ground next to her so that he could look into her face and her intelligent eyes.

'Now, where did you come from, huh sweetie? You don't belong in the forest..." he mused, mostly to himself, "But where do you belong?" He scratched her head and her ears again as he considered.




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Derek watched her carefully, tilting his head in confusion and looking rather like an animal himself. When she lifted her paw to point, he followed the direction and stared up at the castle, feeling even more confused now. "Whoa, wait..." he mused before stopping himself and turning his head back to gaze at her. he shook his head, "Nah, that's crazy." he laughed slightly at himself and scratched her ears again.

He followed the the direction of the wolf's gaze and he spotted the other students. He watched them for a few moments, but they didn't noticed the two of them in the distance. He came to the same realization about the identity and he rolled his eyes. He returned his eyes to the wolf in time to see her roll her head as if in annoyance.

Derek chuckled, "Do you know that guy? He's a real piece of work." he shook his head again. "Thinks he's all that too." he lowered his eyes to the grass and began fiddling with the blades. He wished sometimes that he could have met his grandfather. He wanted to understand his past, but the separation of the students into houses seemed to disrupt that.

He sighed and smiled at the wolf. "Am I keeping you?" he asked politely, sure that this wolf that didn't seem like a wolf probably didn't care about his rambling. "You don't have to stay with me. I'm all better now." He stretched his arms and his shoulders to demonstrate.




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((I most certainly will.))

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Derek smiled when she lowered herself into the grass. A warmth pressed up around his heart and down into his stomach with the realization that she was growing more comfortable around him. He allowed himself to relax as well.

The sun shone slightly through the wintry air, and Derek closed his eyes and lifted his face towards it. The slight warmth of that pale sun made him realize how cold he was. He hadn't stopped to grab a proper cloak on the way out because it would have involved traveling all of the way down to the dungeons and then back up again.

He allowed a slight shiver to slide up and down his back before shaking it off and rubbing his arms through his sleeves. "You've got a nice warm coat to keep you warm, but I'm feeling a little chilly." He'd opened his eyes again to look at the wolf laying next to him.

"Maybe I should go back..." he turned his gaze towards the castle just off in the distance. A small smile lifted his lips. He was gazing at his most favorite place in the world. He coudln't imagine a more perfect place to be.




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"Oh, hello." Derek said, feeling the thickness and the warmth of the wolf's coat as she curled around him. "That's very sweet." he said with a smile, stroking her nose where her head rested on his knee. He had to be honest, it was pretty cool to have a wolf so close and friendly to him. He noticed the growl of her stomach, but he didn't say anything. He was confident that she wouldn't bite him, no matter how hungry she got. But, he felt a little bad that she was sticking around him for so long when her stomach was growling.

He was a little startled by the abrupt and wet tongue against his cheek. He laughed, and one hand went to the place on his cheek where she had licked him. He watched her for a moment, and then he slowly pushed himself to his feet. He waved slightly, feeling a little sad that she was leaving. When she started to run, he lowered his hand again and turned away.

He gathered up his books and started walking back towards the castle. He shivered again as a chill wind swept over him without the protection of the wolf's fur. He huddled his arms around his books and buried his nose into the sleeves of his robes to try and protect it. As he made his slow way back, he thought that he spotted someone walking ahead of him. He squinted, trying to make out who it was, and with a jolt, he realized that it was the Potter girl. He made to call out to her, but then something made him change his mind. He pursed his lips and continued the trudge up towards the castle in silence. he watched her push through the doors and then a short time later he himself pushed through.

Then it was down towards his dungeon dormitory.




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Derek didn't noticed Potter wave back to him. He was to focused on his feet so that he wouldn't get tripped up by a trick stair That was another thing that he loved about Hogwarts: it always kept you on your toes. The deeper he got into the ground, the closer to the dungeons he got the colder and thicker the air felt around him. Sometimes he wondered if it had been the right choice to ask the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin.

Once he reached the entrance, he mumbled the password and crawled through. The dimly lit common room was still teeming with people, but Derek ignored many of the calls with a small wave and a smaller smile. He didn't feel much like socializing with his peers at the moment. He was still ashamed of what they had done to Potter at dinner. He said good night and descended into his room.

He found his four poster and just as he was pulling his robes off to change into his pajamas, Potter's owl fluttered in and landed gently on his bed. Derek tilted his head and offered a crooked smile. "How did you get down here?" he questioned, taking the offered letter and giving a little scratch to the owl's head."Here, wait." he said, "I've got a treat." He dug under his things and found part of muffin he had been saving for later. He offered a piece to the owl and smiled when he took it.

Derek pulled on the rest of his pajamas before turning to the letter. He read the response and nodded his appreciation, and then he frowned in confusion at the last bit. How on earth would she know such a thing about him?




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Derek smiled through his confusion at Potter's owl. "You don't have to wait." he assured him, "I wouldn't want to wake her up. It's pretty late." He tucked the letter away onto the bedside table and then he crawled into his fourposter bed. He drew the curtains partway so that if somebody came in, they wouldn't bother him.

From bed, he carefully lit a candle and balanced it carefully on his pillow. The hot wax dripped onto the metal plate with a little hiss. Derek bent over the end of his bed to reach his trunk. He searched through it for a moment until he found what he was looking for, and then he leaned back onto the bed again. He inched back up towards the candle and then he rested on his stomach with a leather bound book resting before him. He unsnapped the little tie, and then he slowly flipped it open.

It was an old photo album.The first few pages were the movie pictures of his mom and him as a baby and a small child. He laughed at one where he was pulling on the cat's tail, and it kept trying to escape from the frame of the picture so that baby Derek wouldn't be able to catch it. The next page was one of his mother and his father together. He stared hard at the man's face, but he couldn't find any of himself there. The next page held a bat like man with a hook nose and dark robes. Derek could see more of himself in the sallow skin and dark hair. His mother always told him that his knack for potions had come from his grandfather. The man he had never met. The unsung hero of the last battle against Voldemort.

The picture Snape didn't look pleased at all to have had his picture taken. He glared out of it with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed almost in anger. Derek could certainly see why everybody had thought this man was a traitor.




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