Professor Snape Is Embarrassed

The Easter holiday was nowhere near as fun as Christmas.

That familiar thought flashed through Harry's mind again.

At Christmas, he and Ginny had crossed that line.

But this Easter, although his mother had been resurrected,

things had not developed in the direction he had hoped.

"Harry!" That familiar voice calling him to get up again.

The covers were pulled away.

Blinding sunlight shone through his eyelids, instantly dyeing the whole world bright red.

He rubbed his eyes, and two sets of fiery red hair appeared before him.

It was Mum and Ginny.

Mum was carrying a whole stack of Treacle Tarts.

Ginny stood awkwardly at her side.

Those tarts had all been made by his mother herself.

Ever since she learned that he particularly liked Treacle Tarts, he had eaten them for breakfast for three days in a row.

He was in the dormitory now.

Anthony and the others had gone home.

Only he, Ron, and Neville remained.

Ryan seemed to have gone home as well, since Hermione and the others had returned home for Easter.

Still, Harry suspected that at least one Ryan was staying here with Fleur.

But Ryan should not have been in the dormitory.

So his mother had begun coming and going from the dormitory openly.

And he no longer had any chance to sleep in.

Although he had developed the habit of getting up early after taking that blood-replacement potion last year.

But this was the Easter holiday!

Couldn't he sleep late for once?

At first, he had found it very warm and comforting.

But after several days of eating not-so-tasty Treacle Tarts—without the culinary aura of Hufflepuff's Golden Cup,

Harry did not know that Lily simply wanted him to taste food made by his mother in its original, unaltered form.

Even as a