“Wow,” Wallace remarked, shaking his head at the cassette recorder in between himself and Severus on the dining table. “I figured she was vile, but I didn’t think she was heartless. This is pretty good evidence, but you weren’t supposed to use the visit period between her and Harry as an interrogation.”

               “It’s relevant to the case, though,” Severus argued, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake his children. “It’s still admissible.”

               “Ah, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Wallace said. “The judge decides what the jury will hear and not hear. I will take this up with him—”

               “Why would he refuse this? This could win us the case.”

               “It’s not so much a matter of relevance as it is fairness. She did not know she was being recorded, and she could easily retract everything she said here and insist she was merely trying to get a rise out of you. How did you even get this past the metal detectors? You couldn’t have.”

               “Must have been a glitch,” Severus stated. “She was honest with every word, you can hear her malice, and it matches up with everything she has put Harry through and her neglect to treat his medical conditions. For Merlin’s sake, Harry still isn’t convinced he has asthma and he takes medicine for it twice a day.”

               “Poor kid. Did Harry listen to this?”

               Severus sighed and rubbed his temples. After he had managed to figure out how to take the audio from his memory and shove it into a muggle device, he had a long debate for the rest of the evening of whether or not to have Harry listen to the tape or even show him the memory of his conversation with Petunia. However, as he watched Harry pack his new dinosaur themed schoolbag with Iris’s help, he found himself unable to do so. At least not at the time. And now, he didn’t think he could. Besides, Harry was still dubious about magic and its limitations. For all the boy knew, anything Severus showed him could be made up with magic.

               “I don’t think he’d believe it was real,” Severus answered honestly.

               “What makes you say that?”

               Severus sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He was saved from answering when Harry shuffled down the stairs looking for Severus.

               “Daddy?” Harry called out, making his way to the dining table.

               “Why are you out of bed?” Severus asked, motioning Harry to come to him.

               Taking advantage of the situation, Wallace hit play on the cassette player and slowly increased the volume.

               “I need a drink,” Harry said as he reached the table. He paused as he heard Petunia’s voice. “What’s that?”

               “What are you doing?” Severus asked Wallace, reaching for the player, but Wallace put a hand over it.

               “Don’t you think he needs to hear it?” Wallace asked.

               “Now?”

               Harry did not hear the two adults. He was focused on the cassette player running through the short bit of conversation Severus had stored in the device as it played over and over.

“You nearly killed him on several occasions,” Severus’s voice snapped. “Every time you let him climb up that chimney, it aggravated his asthma, he could have died.”

“Ah, yes that,” said Aunt Petunia. “I’m surprised he never did, even when I never gave him his inhalers.”

“You knew he had asthma? You had inhalers for him?”

“Of course, it’s hard to miss it when the child coughs the entire doctor’s visit. Do you have any idea how much inhalers cost? That child was taking money away from my poor Dudders. So, I never picked up his prescriptions.”

“You’re a sick monster, Petunia. Your son deserves better than you.”

“Harry thinks I’m a great parent. Sweet boy. So obedient. He’d do really well on the kiddie stroll if you ever find his emotional instability too much to handle.”

“Turn it off!” Severus snapped, finally hitting the stop button. He cast a worried glance at Harry as the child stared at the silent player.

“I have asthma?” Harry asked, looking up at Severus.

“Yes,” Severus answered slowly, frowning. “We’ve talked about this several times.”

“Aunt Petunia couldn’t get the inhaler things cause it was too much money that I was taking from Dudley?”

Severus rolled his eyes while Wallace stared at Harry bewildered, stroking his mustache in thought. Out of all the things Harry could have taken away from listening to that conversation, it was the financial burden he supposedly brought upon the Dursley family. Severus understood that Harry may not comprehend the seriousness of Petunia’s words, or what she may have meant by some of the words. To Harry, not only had Aunt Petunia complimented him, she explained why she couldn’t make Harry’s asthma feel better.

“Your aunt was more than able to afford your medication prescriptions,” Severus said.

“But she just said . . .”

“She’s lying. You were never taking money away from your cousin. Maybe money that would have spoiled him, but money that wasn’t necessary to his needs. She deliberately refused to pick up your meds and purposely made you sicker.”

Harry blinked up at Severus, then frowned.

“No. She wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t afford my medicine.”

“Now you accept the fact that your asthmatic because Petunia also said so? Harry, you can’t believe everything she says, she’s been lying to you your entire life.”

“So, I don’t have asthma?”

“No, you definitely have asthma. Petunia could afford to buy your medicine but refused on purpose. She made you sicker.” Severus simply stayed away from the “kiddie stroll” comment.

“No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t do that. You’re lying!”

“Hey, kid,” Wallace said gently, “your father is just trying to protect you. Petunia told him that she purposely did not buy your medicine, and it made you very sick. She knew this. She wanted you to be sicker and dependent.”

“No, she didn’t. She didn’t!” Harry grabbed the cassette player and raised it above his head. Severus and Wallace were too slow to grab it or stop Harry from throwing it in the next second. It clattered to the ground, breaking in half and a small piece popping off. “She didn’t!” Harry shouted.

“Harry James,” Severus scolded, standing up and picking Harry up before the child could run after the device and stomp on it. “You do not throw things in this house.”

Wallace picked up the cassette and snapped the two halves back together and popped the small piece that had fallen off back in. He hit play, and when the conversation worked with no problem, he turned it off and smiled at Severus.

“All good. I apologize for bringing it up, Severus. I will hold on to this and hopefully admit it for evidence. I would advise working with him on answering questions for the trial when you get a chance.”

Severus nodded at that, gently rocking his body out of habit while Harry coughed a couple times then laid his head on Severus’s shoulder, rubbing at his eyes, though a pout still lingered on his face. Wallace left shortly after farewells were spoken, and Severus sighed as he carried Harry out to the kitchen. He gave Harry a glass of water, which Harry slowly drank until it was gone. Severus then walked Harry back up to his bedroom.

“You’re going to be very tired tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep,” Severus said while he tucked Harry back in. “You were up late the night before and you’ve been up four times tonight since I sent you to bed. Is something bothering you?”

“I don’t want to go to school. I don’t like school?”

“Why do you not like school?”

Harry shrugged. Severus sighed, then reached out and rubbed Harry’s back.

“I think you’ll change your mind tomorrow. It’ll be nice to learn something new and make some friends. You’ll see, son. Now, close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll stay with you until you do, just like last time.”

Severus did as he said, and Harry slowly drifted off to dreamland.

The next morning came quickly, and Severus was glad to finally have Harry in school. As much as he loved having Harry in classes with him at Hogwarts, and the students adored him, Harry really needed to start school and catch up on his education. Today, he would be dropping both of his kids off as he needed to give the nurse one of Harry’s rescue inhalers. He had four in total, one for himself, one Harry was supposed to keep on his person, one for Addie or her daughter depending on who babysat, and one for the school. He also wanted to see his son off on his first day, something he did with iris at the start of every school year.

Severus threw on muggle clothes that morning and set his robes aside for when he drove back home. When both kids had eaten breakfast, or what they would of it in Harry’s case, he drove them to the school. Iris was ecstatic to have her father dropping her off, while Harry remained quiet the whole ride over. Severus parked in the front of the school.

“Bye, Daddy, I love you!” Iris said once everyone was out of the car. She hugged him tightly before taking off for class, waving Harry to follow her. “Come on, Harry!”

Harry stayed close to Severus, his feet rooted to the spot.

“Go on ahead, Iris. Harry will catch up soon.”

A bit disappointed she wouldn’t be introducing Harry to her friends, Iris went ahead to class, a bit slower than before.

               Severus took Harry’s hand and pulled him along to the school.

               “We’ll stop by the nurse’s office first,” Severus said. “I want her to know that you are just starting treatment and your asthma is not entirely under control yet. Do you have your rescue inhaler?”

               Harry pointed to the small bulge in a side pocket of his schoolbag.

               “Good. Now keep that close to you, okay?”

               Harry nodded and stayed close to his father through the halls where kids were running and chatting in last minute attempts to socialize before the bell. Severus led the way to the nurse’s office and let go of Harry’s hand to dig through a pocket and pull out an inhaler in a bag that was labeled with all the information the nurse would need to know about Harry and the inhaler. While Severus spoke with the nurse, Harry slowly backed away and slipped out of the room.

               Retracing his steps, he managed to find the entrance and walked out of the school and back to the car. He tugged on the door handle. It was locked. Harry slid to the ground next to it and hugged his knees. He did not want to start classes or go back to school. In the winter, Harry was usually given a long break from school in order to keep up on the chimney cleaning. And Harry loved those breaks. School was an awful place where Dudley and his friends liked to chase him in Harry hunting and all the other students liked to laugh at him. And teachers—they liked to ask questions about his relatives. He was not allowed to answer those. It only led to trouble.

               He had tried convincing Severus to let him stay home that morning, claiming he didn’t need school and that he could take care of the house while everyone was gone. Severus did not like his idea at all and told him that school was important.

               Harry thought about ways to avoid school now when Severus came back. He really didn’t want to stay and be laughed at and hunted and hurt again.

               “Harry?” a small voice asked.

               Harry glanced up at the noise. Joshua was hovering over him, gripping the straps of his bag and wearing a thoughtful frown.

               Harry hid his face in his knees again.

               “What are you doing?” Joshua asked, kneeling in front of Harry. “Classes start soon, you don’t want to be late on your first day.”

               Harry didn’t say anything. Joshua looked around.

               “Does your dad know you’re here?”

               Harry shrugged.
               “What’s wrong?” Joshua asked. “You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”

               “I don’t want to be here. I don’t like school.”
               “It’s not so bad. The teachers make learning fun. And Iris is in your class right?”

               “So? Other kids are, too, and they’ll laugh at me.”

               “Why would they laugh?”

               “Because I’m a fr—” Harry caught himself and said, “I’m different.”

               “That’s okay, everyone here is. So no one will laugh.”

               “Promise?” Harry said, looking up at Joshua.

               “Promise. And if anyone does laugh, you tell them they can deal with me. I’m a third grader.” Joshua said the last part proudly and pushed his chest out, as if he had some high noble status. He offered his hand out. “You want me to walk you to class? Then everyone will know they can’t laugh at you.”

               Harry hesitated, looking between the school and Joshua. He slowly pushed off the ground and accepted Joshua’s hand. Joshua smiled and swung their hands as he walked Harry back to the school, talking about the cool things he was learning in his own classroom at the moment. Harry listened with more intrigue. Did they really build their own ant farm in school and watch a family of ants work? That sounded pretty cool actually. They nearly collided with Severus as he exited the school.

               “There you are!” Severus said, kneeling in front of Harry. “Where did you go? Don’t you ever leave my side like that again, young man. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

               “Sorry, Daddy.”

               “He’s okay, Severus,” Joshua said quickly. He held up their interlocked hands. “I found him by your car and I’m walking him to class.”  

               “Thank you, Joshua,” Severus said. “Are you okay with that, Harry?”

               Harry nodded. Severus sighed, standing back up and ruffling Harry’s hair.

               “Have a good day. Addie will pick you and Iris up after school and I’ll see you later this evening, okay?”

               “Okay. Bye, Daddy.”

               Joshua pulled Harry through the halls, waving to a few teachers who greeted him. He stopped outside Mrs. Hadewin’s class. Joshua pushed Harry in gently, smiling at Ruth and Iris as they waved to him.

               “This is your stop,” Joshua said. He adjusted his bag and turned out the door. “See you at lunch.”

               “Harry!” Iris called to him. She patted the seat next to her. “Come sit by me.”

               Harry gulped and slowly moved into the classroom, settling in next to his sister. Ruth sat at her other side, her hair Fulani braided with beads that clicked as she moved, and two kids who looked remarkably similar to each other sat behind them, but they leaned closer over their desks.

               “This is your brother?” the girl asked.

               “He looks nothing like you,” the boy said.

               “I know, right?” Iris said, turning in her seat. “We look kind of the same in the face, but that’s about it.”

               “So cool,” the girl said. “I’m Finella. This is my twin brother, Finlay.”

               “Hi,” Finlay said.

               While Iris and Harry only shared a few physical similarities, there was no question that these two were brother and sister. They shared the same face, the same chestnut hair, and the same blue eyes. They even wore the same colors in their clothes, today’s color of choice being a dark green.

               “Hi,” Harry said. “I’m Harry.”

               “Yeah, Iris told us,” Finella said. “Nice to finally meet you.”

               “Alright class, settle down,” Mrs. Hadewin said, standing up from her desk. She waited for everyone to sit down in their usual seats before talking again, smiling directly at Harry. “We have a new student. Harry, would you like to stand up and introduce yourself?”

               Harry sank in his seat and gave a slight shake of his head.

               “I think you already did it for him,” Finlay said.

               Iris nudged Harry in the side and gestured for him to stand up. Slowly, Harry swallowed and stood up, but his eyes remained on the top of his desk. He didn’t say anything at first.

               “Say hi, I’m Harry,” Iris whispered, trying to be helpful.

               “Hi, I’m Harry.”

               “Say you’re my brother,” Iris said.

               “I’m Iris’s brother.”

               “And tell them you can name every dinosaur ever!”

               “I can name every dinosaur ever. Wait, what? No, I can’t.”

               “Kind of.”

               “Well,” Mrs. Hadewin interrupted, going to a shelf and picking up a book. “I’m sure you could tell us the names of a few basic ones, right?” She flipped through the book until she found a full-page picture. “How about this one?”

               “That’s a diplodocus,” Harry said after adjusting his glasses.

               “Very good. What about this one?”

               “Iguanodon.”

               “And this one?”

               “Baryonyx!” Harry smiled, seeing one of his favorites. “He eats fish.”

               “Wow,” Mrs. Hadewin smiled. “You really do know your dinosaurs. I’m sure you could teach the class a thing or two yourself.”

               Harry lost his smile as he realized everyone was staring at him and he sat back down and looked at his desk. The teacher moved on to their lesson. Iris smiled at him, proud to have shown him off finally, Finlay nudged him in the back, and Harry glanced at him. He was holding a small plastic dinosaur.

               “I take this everywhere,” he whispered, “because it’s my favorite out of the ones I have, but I don’t even know what it is.”

               “It’s a pachycephalosaurus,” Harry answered, digging into his own bag and pulling out his plastic pachy and stegosaurus. “You can just call it a pachy. I have my favorite two with me, too.”

               “Cool. We could headbutt each other,” Finlay said, ramming his at Harry’s. Harry met him halfway and they rammed their dinosaurs.

               “Finlay, Harry,” Mrs. Hadewin called to them. “Class has started.”

               “Sorry, Mrs. Hadewin,” Finlay said, putting his dinosaur down. Harry turned as well, and forced his attention on the teacher. She was talking about subtraction and addition, and Harry thought perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

               After morning lessons, Harry followed Iris to the cafeteria where they served fish cakes, brussel sprouts, rice, and a yogurt parfait on the side. After lunch, the children were allowed to head to the playground across the street, the same playground Severus had taken Iris and Harry to over the weekend. While chasing Iris to the swing set, a young boy in their class called to them.

               “Hey, new kid!” the dark-haired boy shouted. He held up the plastic pachy. “What kind of dinosaur is this? Nerd!”

               He and two boys behind him laughed. Harry felt his face blush but didn’t say anything. It was better not to usually, and he could escape trouble more often that way.

               “Come on, Derick,” Finlay complained, running up the stairs and holding his hand out. “Give it back.”

               “Fetch,” Derick said, throwing the toy as far away as he could. Finlay huffed but chased after his toy.

               “Leave us alone!” Iris shouted at Derick. “And my brother is not a nerd. He’s just very smart.”

               “What do you think nerd means?” Derick slid down the slide and walked toward Iris, Harry, and Finlay, who had come back over to them. Derick’s two friends slid down the slide and walked after him. It reminded Harry of Dudley and his friends, except this boy was leaner and meaner looking, and would probably be more successful at Harry hunting.

               “I bet,” Derick said, looking between Iris and Harry, “that he’s not even your real brother. Your daddy probably kidnapped him so he could have at least one smart kid.”

               “That’s not true,” Harry said, feeling bad that this kid was insulting Iris, who looked upset at first, then glared at Derick.

               “No one’s talking to you,” Derick said, pushing Harry. Harry grunted as he hit the ground, but he pushed himself up slightly.

               “Hey, at least I have a daddy,” she snapped, pushing Derick back a step for pushing Harry.  

               Derick’s smirk turned to a scowl.

               “Shut up!” he said, pushing Iris forcefully.

She yelped as she hit the ground, scraping her hands.

               Harry felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest when he watched Iris fall, and that tightness heated its way up to his head, and he lunged forward at Derick and knocked the boy to the ground, falling on top of him and pounding his fists down repeatedly at the boy’s face.

               “Harry, stop!” Finlay shouted. “You’ll get in trouble.”

               “Harry!” Joshua’s voice echoed from across the playground.

               But Harry heard nothing as he kept striking out at Derick. He felt hands trying to pull him off Derick and heard Joshua’s voice in his ear telling him to “stop” and “get off,” but he struggled against Joshua’s pull. Then, adult hands were helping to pull Harry away from Derick as three aides investigated the situation.

               Severus walked quickly through the school. He was not entirely pleased to have had to leave work early, resulting in a canceled class, but when the principal had informed him that Harry had been involved in a fight, he had rushed out of Hogwarts as fast as he could. He had not been given much detail and assumed the worst.

               He found Harry sitting outside the principal’s office looking very guilty. Severus kneeled in front of him.

               “Hey, are you okay?” Severus asked, grabbing Harry’s chin and tilting his head either way. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

               Harry shook his head, avoiding his father’s eyes.

               “You should be asking my boy that,” said a middle-aged woman with her hair done up in a neat bun and an expensive leather purse at her side rubbing against her tight black skirt. She had a hand on Derick’s shoulder as she exited the principal’s office. Derick had a black eye and a bandage on his nose, which had finally stopped bleeding. He glared at Harry but averted his eyes from Severus when the man looked at him.

               “Your child is a menace!” the woman continued, pointing an accusatory finger at Harry. “A danger to society. Which really should not be a surprise considering his history. He should be locked up in a psych ward until he can act like a normal human being.”

               “Who the hell are you to tell me what I need to do with my son?” Severus asked in a deathly low voice as he folded his arms across his chest.

               “The mother of the child your son assaulted,” the woman spat. “Just look at my poor Ricky’s face. And he was minding his own business when your kids started teasing him. If you don’t reign in your children, I’ll be making a call to someone who can.”

               “For your own sake of wellbeing, I hope you are not threatening me, ma’am.”

               “No one is threatening anyone,” the principal said, stepping out of his office. He was an older white-haired man in a blue casual suit, with a name tag that read Principal Pederson. He stepped in between Severus and Derick’s mother. “Ma’am, please escort your son out of the building as he has been suspended until Monday. Mr. Snape, Harry, please come in.”

               Severus glared one last time at the haughty woman who stormed down the hall with her son at her heels. He hoped that if the other boy was being suspended, then the events had not played out according to that woman’s version.

               “Unfortunately,” Principal Pederson began, “there was an incident during the lunch hour where your son and Mr. Webb had an altercation. Harry and Mr. Webb of course have their own version of what happened, but Iris and a couple other students were able to corroborate Harry’s side of events, and I’m inclined to believe him.”

               “What happened?” Severus asked, looking at Harry and back at Principal Pederson when Harry looked down.

               “Mr. Webb had been teasing another student and then teased Harry about his knowledge of dinosaurs. Your daughter asked Mr. Webb to leave them alone, but Mr. Webb continued to tease and bully both your kids and pushed Harry. Iris pushed him back, and Mr. Webb pushed her hard enough to make her fall. That is when Harry decided to jump on Mr. Webb and repeatedly hit him in the face, resulting in a bloody nose and black eye. It took a few teachers to pull Harry off Mr. Webb.”

               Severus looked at Harry, who kept his head down.

               “Now, unfortunately, I believe the best agreement is to suspend both children, but seeing how this is Harry’s first offence, I’m willing to allow him back again Monday morning for a fresh start. Mr. Webb will be writing a short three paragraph essay on bullying, so I believe it fair to ask the same of Harry, but on using words and not fists.”

               “Must he be pulled from school, Principal?” Severus asked. “He just started today and I’m trying to get him settled into a routine . . .”  

               “I understand, Mr. Snape. Harry has been through some terrible things, but I must be fair in my punishments. He did attack another student, and I can’t help but worry if this sudden display of aggression might need to be addressed. Perhaps in counseling? We do not want this to become a recurring problem, do we, Harry?”

               “No, sir,” Harry said softly.

               “It better not happen again,” Principal Pederson said.

               “I can assure you,” Severus said, resting a hand on Harry’s knee, “it will not. Let’s go, Harry.”

               Severus led Harry out of the school and helped him in his car seat. Severus drove away from the school, thinking about Harry’s reaction to the cassette player and now the incident at school. He would never have thought that Harry would have difficulty expressing his anger, but the more he thought about it, he wondered if Harry had ever really been angry in his life thus far. Petunia probably never gave him the chance for it and shut down any emotion before it could start. Which meant Harry was most likely functioning at a toddler’s level when it came to expressing certain emotions. Severus glanced back at Harry, who looked miserable.

               “I’m sorry,” Harry said when he caught Severus’s eyes.

               “It’s okay, Harry, I’m not mad at you. Disappointed that your out of school but not mad.”

               “He pushed Iris.”

               “It was very brave of you to stand up for her, but next time, you need to use your words and tell another adult if a kid is bullying you or Iris. You cannot attack people like that, especially to the point that you’ve injured them. That cannot happen again, Harry.”

               Severus pulled into his driveway and stepped out of the car. He helped Harry out and walked him into the house, sitting down in a chair and standing Harry in front of him.

               “Look at me,” Severus said, tilting Harry’s chin up. “What happened today? What were you hoping to accomplish by attacking Mr. Webb?”

               “I don’t know,” Harry said. “He hurt Iris. I didn’t like that.”

               “So you hit him?”

               “I’m sorry. I didn’t want him to hurt her anymore.”

               “Tell an adult next time. Have them deal with Mr. Webb. You and Iris will walk away from him if he is bothering you, okay? Don’t even answer him.”

               “It’s hard. He was mean.”

               “I’m sure he was. But now you’re the mean one who beats up other kids. You don’t want to be that kid, do you?”

               Harry shook his head.

               “Good. Try walking away and telling an adult next time. I do not want you suspended again for fighting. If you are, you will be grounded here as well, and that means a lot of corner time for you under my constant supervision. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”

               “Okay. Sorry, Daddy.”

               “You’re forgiven,” Severus pulled Harry into a strong embrace. “I’m glad you’re unharmed. Go put your school bag away and bring down a notebook and pen. I’ll help you with your essay. We are going to write about how to walk away and tell an adult until it sticks in your head.”

               Harry grabbed his bag and dragged it upstairs. Severus leaned forward and rubbed his face. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for Harry to experience his terrible twos in the way he should have. Iris at that age had been a nightmare and completely unreasonable in every little argument she had to not do this or why she should have this. With new independence, he figured Harry would open up more, but he had not accounted for the emotional aspect of what that meant. He wondered if Principal Pederson was right about counseling. Petunia had put his son through the ringer and now that damage was trying to heal itself. Would having someone to talk to help Harry through it all? Who on earth would Harry even open up to?

               A thought struck him, and Severus remembered how Joshua had managed to get Harry to go back into the school. Perhaps he didn’t need to find a counselor. A big brother figure was just as good, wasn’t it? Harry was already so relaxed and open with Joshua in ways he was not with Severus. There was a bond forming quickly there, and he wanted to encourage it. He would have to call Tori and set up more playdates with the kids.

               Harry returned with a pen and his notebook, and Severus figured they’d get the essay done faster if he wrote down what Harry said and had Harry practice writing and reading by copying the paper. When they were finished and Harry was rewriting the essay, Severus took note that Harry was careful to keep his words neat, even if he did not know what he was writing.

               Iris and Addie walked through the front door, and Iris ran to her father for a hug.

               “How was school?” Severus asked, taking her bag and looking through her assignment folder. He would try and have Harry sit around while Iris worked on her homework so Harry could see what they were reviewing.

               “It was fun,” Iris said. “Harry beat up a boy who pushed me. He’s my hero!”

               With that, Iris planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek, startling Harry at first. Then Harry made a face and wiped at his cheek.

               “Eww!” Harry said.

               “Oh, grow up,” Iris scolded, her hands on her hip.

               Severus chuckled at his kids. He would have to go back to Hogwarts for one more lecture class with the sixth years, but he helped set Iris up to work on her homework and made sure Harry completed his essay before he left.