That was all I could think. I could not dwell on what might’ve happened –
But he had seen Remus and he would work it out. Although – I glanced back – he currently seemed in a state of helpless shock. He hadn’t said a word as we sprinted along the corridor, and his eyes seemed slightly glazed over.
I hurried up through the gap in the roots, pulling Snape with me and then wondered what to do, how to keep him from telling the entire school what he had seen, and consequently ruining everything Moony lived for.
The answer came to me instantly. Dumbledore, of course.
I considered binding Snape to me magically, or tying his hands together or something, so he didn’t escape and tell people before I could stop him. But no thought of escaping seemed to have crossed his mind – he was still strangely placid.
So I took hold of his wrist, threw the Cloak over us both and pulled him across the grounds, away from the Whomping Willow, my heart still pounding with thoughts of what could have happened …
We made our slow way up through the castle. He didn’t ask where we were going and I didn’t volunteer any information as I followed the all too familiar path up to Dumbledore’s office. At the gargoyle I gave the password: ‘Ice Pops’, and the sound of my voice appeared to penetrate Snape’s shock.
“Where are we going?” he asked, but I didn’t answer, just pulled him through the door and up the moving staircase. At the top, I knocked, and, at the sound of Dumbledore’s soft ‘Enter’, stepped inside.
