But they are not," a voice from the door.
"Professor Dumbeldore. Professor McGongall," Harry realised, seeing the two teachers in the doorway.
"Headmaster, these boys have flouted the restriction for the decree of underage wizardry. As such–"
"–I'm well aware of our bylaws Severus, having written quite a few of them myself," Dumbledore said, pleasantly. "However, as Head of Gryffindor House, it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriate action."
"We'll go and get our stuff then," Ron sighed.
"What are you talking about Mr Weasley?" McGonagall asked.
"You're going to expel us, aren't you?"
Harry's eyes widened as he wondered if his friend was right, glancing at Snape.
"Not today, Mr Weasley. But I must impress on both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to your family tonight, and you will both receive detention," she said.
A pause, and Harry snuck another look at his guardian, knowing a detention was the least of his worries.
"And now, I suggest that we all return to the feast. There is a delicious-looking custard tart that I am most anxious to sample," Dumbledore announced, and Professor McGonagall nodded her head, ushering the two boys towards the doorway.
"Not so fast, Potter," Snape said, stopping Harry in his tracks. "You will see me in my quarters immediately after the celebrations have ended."
Flushing, Harry gave a small nod, before turning to follow Ron.
When the room had fallen silent once more, Severus Snape returned to his chair, exhaling and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It would seem our young Harry continues to keep you on your toes, my boy," Dumbledore observed, taking a small tin from inside his robes and offering it to the potions master. "Lemon drop?"