Author's Note: This fiction doesn't stray from the Harry Potter storyline. It is an event that takes place after Half-blood prince. You are asked to REVIEW and if you have any ideas, please send them in as well.
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A Return to Spinners End
An aged mill, an abominable and crooked finger shrouded in the silhouette of the soaring clouds, could be observed in the scarce light from the street-lamps and houses on Spinners End. All the dwellings on the street were similar: dated, dull and dismal.
Two figures emerged from the last house on the dreary street, having a whispered argument. They were dressed in black robes and cloaks, so that they seemed to meld with the darkness. Their robes billowed slightly in the light wind, which carried the putrid smell from the nearby river to the small settlement and haunted it with rasps and groans from the windmill's mature yet inept machinery. A closer inspection will have revealed that two were holding wands, long, slim wooden sticks.
"He was mine to kill! You just wanted all the glory, didn't you?" argued the younger of the two, a pale-skinned boy with white blond hair who was sporting a transparent façade of annoyance.
"Shut Up, Draco! I know you couldn't have killed Dumbledore, alone. You are just too feeble-minded. Killing is not as easy as some would have you believe. If only I had not made that vow to your mother," said the hook-nosed, sallow-skinned man, who could easily be mistaken for a vampire, quietly. He seemed to be genuinely infuriated.
The boy called Draco opened his mouth to squabble but was interrupted by the other…
"I want you to use your Occlumency against the Dark Lord and concentrate as hard as you can. If he finds out…It already took a lot of Dark Magic on my behalf to make those buffoons with us believe that you killed Dumbledore and not me. If you don't stick to the script, then our cover is blown," he whispered.
"Yes, Professor Snape," said Draco, sullenly.
"And call me Severus in the presence of the Dark Lord" said Snape with an air of command, "stop, we apparate from here."
There were two sudden loud cracks.The figures vanished as if they had been swallowed up by the ground. The residents of Spinners End noticed nothing: their deep sleep only disturbed by dreams of worldly worries.
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