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Call of the Phoenix
Prologue
She was standing at the front gates of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her violet eyes scanning the grounds, making sure no one was in her sights. All the lights within the castle had been off, everything is as they should be at midnight she thought, however something was not right she could sense something in the air. But she ended up shrugged it off as nerves. Seems safe enough..., she let caution hit the wind and pushed opened the gates, the screeching of the gate made her cringe. Damn it, hope no one knows I'm coming. She sighed as she spotted no lights going on within the castle. Well it looks like I didn't disturb anyone. She began walking towards the castle when she heard a twig snap. Shit, she looked around her eyes scanning the grounds. Nothing, oh-kay, Albus stop playing with me.
When she began walking, again she heard him breathing very softly from behind her. I- "Tell me, what makes you think you wouldn't be caught wondering the grounds... after hours?" Christ, I hate it when he does that! She thought as she turned to face the most dreaded professor, Master of Potions: Professor Severus Snape. I heard allot about you...but no one told me you were...'blink blink'...don't think like that...he's not of your world...she thought as she scanned him from head to toe. He was still in his black robes and he had something hidden in his left hand his right hand had his wand lit in her face. "Well?"
"The fact I'm not a student at this institution!" she shot back as she looked him straight in the eyes. Hah! 0 points snarky bastard, 1-point illustrious heroine and then she gave a soft laugh.
"Is that supposed to be funny? I don't think it is...Miss...?" he said as his arms crossed over his chest, his wand still ignited with the light spell 'lumos'. 1-point sardonic wit! 1-point enchanting mistress, damn! She thought as she backed a few paces because he was severely crowding her space. "And where do you think you are going?" he said as he narrowed his eyes in her direction.
"I'm going nowhere, Master Snape. I'm just regaining my required personal space." She offered as she crossed her arms behind her back, her right glowing for about a second as she made a small fist.
"Keep your hands where I can see them-I don't know what your -intentions- are and we don't want me waving my wand with a hex...Now do we?"He sneered with smooth delicate voice that sent shivers down her spine. How is it, this man can get to me like this, when no one from my world can?
She moved her hands slowly to the front of her form, her right still clumped in a fist as she viewed his eyes, her own lit up-a flash of silver as she smiled. "Tell Dumbledore, if he expects me to see him not to send his 'lackeys' to the door when I arrive..." she smiled as she tossed her hands up and she dispersed in shadows that consumed her form too quickly, almost to quickly for his eyes to process. Yet process they did and he couldn't stop the silent spell that flew from his wand as it went through the air and ended up breaking a vase next to Hagrid's hut. His dog barked and growled he heard Hagrid mumble something and the dog shut up. Then Snape had heard a clink when something metal hit the ground in front of him. She didn't disapparate...what in the hell's blazes was that?
He looked down to see a silver teardrop necklace. He bent down looking around before he picked it up and placed it in his pocket. She obviously wanted him to give it to Dumbledore. He sighed as he stood back up. What is going on, you old codger?
Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, writing on a long piece of parchment with a silver-feathered quill, his eyes concentrating on what he was writing. Several books on his desk were splattered out and opened to various pages and some in languages, even Severus did not recognize. What is going on Headmaster, do you think me not worthy of knowing? He thought as he climbed the steps in Dumbledore's office, passing the sleeping portraits as he stopped just before the headmaster's desk.
"Severus...what brings you here so early in the morning?" Albus spoke as he looked up from his parchment, his eyes scanning his dress for attire. "A meeting, why wasn't I notified before it occurred?"
"It was a last minute call but nothing important, Headmaster..." he spoke softly not trying to stop his thoughts of the mysterious woman who appeared at the gates."However, there was a woman...she had tried to get into Hogwarts...and -vanished- before I could properly question her. However, she did say she was here on your invitation."
"A woman, Severus?" he asked as he looked up from his parchment.
"Yes, she dropped this..." Snape pulled out the silver teardrop necklace and placed it on the parchment Dumbledore was writing on." His eyes glued on the Headmaster's face watching for any reaction.
"She left...did she?" Dumbledore asked as he looked up from the necklace, showing no emotions on his face. His normally blue twinkling eyes now held dark grey clouds.
"Y-yes and she said something along the lines to not send any interference when she arrives. Headmaster, I wasn't notified of anyone coming..." he stated coolly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I wasn't so sure myself, Severus. Not to worry, she...will return in no time," Dumbledore said as he nodded and moved the necklace off his parchment as he continued to write his last thought before he looked up again. "Anything else you would like to add?"
Yes, like what the bloody hell is going on? Snape pursed his lips tightly as he looked at Fawkes' empty perch. "No Headmaster. I'll take my leave," he said as he turned towards the door. When he got there, he heard Albus get up.
"Good night, Severus." Dumbledore responded softly as he entered the portrait hole behind his desk going into his bedchambers for the night.
"Good evening, headmaster" Snape said as he walked back towards the revolving stairs, when he got to the bottom he started to head towards the dungeons, thinking about what had just transpired between him and the headmaster. Why doesn't he trust me? He used to trust me...what the devil is going on...why don't I need to know? He nearly growled at his last thought when he heard slick smacking noises. Eh...damn dunderheads...do not know how to properly use a silence charm! He shook his head as he opened the closet door. "Well...who do we have here?"
Author's Notation:
Alright I said I was going to revise this. So here it is. Most of the editing was grammar/spelling. Hope you like it. READ&REVIEW!
Much Appreciated,
Lost O'Fallon Girl
