Disclaimer: Nope, these aren't my toys. Still, one can dream, right?
A/N: to everyone who is hoping this is an update of Harry Potter and the Long Summer, sorry about the delay. I should have a new chapter out in the next few days. Don't worry; the wait isn't that much longer. In the meantime, please enjoy this ficlet. MQW
Where could they be? I had wondered vaguely as I saw Miss Granger walk into the Entrance Hall alone. Surely the Golden Trio hadn't been split up? I looked around carefully, hoping I had just missed Potter and Weasley, though I rather thought I hadn't, not with that flaming Weasley hair. I hadn't. The two boys simply weren't there. My lips curled into a sneer as I approached the girl. "Miss Granger," I began, but the impudent thing cut me off.
"Professor Snape! I'm so worried, sir! Harry and Ron weren't on the train!"
"So, Miss Granger, your friends are unable to board the train without your help?" I smirked as the girl began to flush. "How...pathetic."
"Will you let the Headmaster know, please, sir," she asked plainly trying not to let her temper get the better of her.
"Miss Granger, I am not your message boy! However, since we can't have you bothering the Headmaster with something so trivial, I will consider it." Granger spluttered as I wheeled round and walked away. Unbeknownst to her though, I was worried. Potter was famous here, surely more famous than in the Muggle world, why would he not return?
As I strode toward the Headmaster's office I became aware of the rustle of wings behind me. I turned to see an owl bearing my copy of the Daily Prophet's evening edition. Imagine my surprise when I caught a glimpse of the front page picture, the Weasley's infamous flying car. I groaned inwardly as I scanned the article. I now knew where Potter and Weasley were. Scowling, I once again set off for the Headmaster's office. They would pay for this, I was sure.
Growling I stomped outside. I would search the grounds, like the headmaster suggested. I was beginning to calm down when I came the Whomping Willow which had been planted in my first year. I frowned when I realized that I had unconsciously left this section for last. I scowled as I approached the tree; then I noticed that it looked slightly battered and that a few of its limbs were broken.
I turned away from the tree and hurried to the Entrance Hall. Sure enough, there were Potter and Weasley. Hurriedly they put their trunks in the pile by the door and crept over to the door to peer into the Great Hall. I slunk up behind them to listen to what they were saying.
They were talking about me. The hatred in their voices was surprising, especially considering their youth. It was frightening to think that the Golden Boy could be so dark. Still I couldn't help thinking "ungrateful whelp" as I approached them.
I interrupted the suddenly, relishing the look of fear on their faces. I gave them quite the lecture, if I do say so myself. Of course, they got off with only a detention; can't punish the precious Gryffindors, now can we?
A/N: to everyone who is hoping this is an update of Harry Potter and the Long Summer, sorry about the delay. I should have a new chapter out in the next few days. Don't worry; the wait isn't that much longer. In the meantime, please enjoy this ficlet. MQW
Where could they be? I had wondered vaguely as I saw Miss Granger walk into the Entrance Hall alone. Surely the Golden Trio hadn't been split up? I looked around carefully, hoping I had just missed Potter and Weasley, though I rather thought I hadn't, not with that flaming Weasley hair. I hadn't. The two boys simply weren't there. My lips curled into a sneer as I approached the girl. "Miss Granger," I began, but the impudent thing cut me off.
"Professor Snape! I'm so worried, sir! Harry and Ron weren't on the train!"
"So, Miss Granger, your friends are unable to board the train without your help?" I smirked as the girl began to flush. "How...pathetic."
"Will you let the Headmaster know, please, sir," she asked plainly trying not to let her temper get the better of her.
"Miss Granger, I am not your message boy! However, since we can't have you bothering the Headmaster with something so trivial, I will consider it." Granger spluttered as I wheeled round and walked away. Unbeknownst to her though, I was worried. Potter was famous here, surely more famous than in the Muggle world, why would he not return?
As I strode toward the Headmaster's office I became aware of the rustle of wings behind me. I turned to see an owl bearing my copy of the Daily Prophet's evening edition. Imagine my surprise when I caught a glimpse of the front page picture, the Weasley's infamous flying car. I groaned inwardly as I scanned the article. I now knew where Potter and Weasley were. Scowling, I once again set off for the Headmaster's office. They would pay for this, I was sure.
Growling I stomped outside. I would search the grounds, like the headmaster suggested. I was beginning to calm down when I came the Whomping Willow which had been planted in my first year. I frowned when I realized that I had unconsciously left this section for last. I scowled as I approached the tree; then I noticed that it looked slightly battered and that a few of its limbs were broken.
I turned away from the tree and hurried to the Entrance Hall. Sure enough, there were Potter and Weasley. Hurriedly they put their trunks in the pile by the door and crept over to the door to peer into the Great Hall. I slunk up behind them to listen to what they were saying.
They were talking about me. The hatred in their voices was surprising, especially considering their youth. It was frightening to think that the Golden Boy could be so dark. Still I couldn't help thinking "ungrateful whelp" as I approached them.
I interrupted the suddenly, relishing the look of fear on their faces. I gave them quite the lecture, if I do say so myself. Of course, they got off with only a detention; can't punish the precious Gryffindors, now can we?