Okay guys, here's part 2. By the way the story's going, I'm being spontaneous. I writing as I go which is unlike the way I write. So whether Snape is a traitor or not like in the books, we'll work up to that.
The Cat's Meow
Snape trailed the edges of the lake with one idea in mind; find Hermione Granger. He bared his teeth.
"Who does that muggleborn think she is?" he questioned. "Clever girl. She'll pay for what she's done."
Snape stopped near a tree as he noticed a cut across the top of his hand. Without thinking, he licked it gently, much like an animal would do.
Walking up to him, soaking wet and sputtering was the cat.
"That was….very….unnecessary…..I did you…no….harm."
Snape casually glanced at her. "Ah, so you've survived?"
"I have, and so have you," said the cat. "Thanks to me."
"Stealing the credit are you," Snape spat.
"What? I was—"
"Who are you?" Snape rudely interrupted.
Monna sighed and twitched her tail in frustration. "My name is Monna, and I helped bring you back to life."
"Really," said Snape in an unimpressed manner. Clearly he didn't believe it. "Well, whatever your reasons for being here, you should know there is a battle happening at the moment. So forgive me if I don't wave a ball of yarn in front of your face." With the thought of yarn, Snape felt a longing in his heart.
"I didn't come to you for yarn," Monna spat. "I simply wanted to help you."
"A likely story," Snape growled. "How do I know you're not somehow working with the Order?"
"The Order?"
Suddenly there was a loud growling coming to them. Snape looked up and saw Fang, Hagrid's trusty boarhound bounding up to them. He was barking as he came closer. Snape hissed and leaped up the tree.
"Infernal beast!" he yelled.
Monna stood her ground, but her back arched a bit.
"Don't worry," Monna assured Snape. "I'll order him away. Halt beast!" Fang kept running. "I said HALT BEAST!"
Fang's barks became frightening growls. Monna screamed and leaped up the tree next to Snape. They were cornered.
"Nice work Mittens," said Snape sarcastically.
"It's Monna," she hissed. "I don't understand. Why didn't he listen to me?"
"No one in their right mind would take orders from a cat," said Snape.
"Can you do better?" Monna questioned, in an irritated manner. "How about putting that stick to good use."
Snape pulled out his wand, and in an instant, Fang was laying on his side. He pocketed it and started making his way down. Not once did he think about the fact that he had allowed a dog to scare him up a tree. Monna followed after him.
"Oh my, you didn't have to kill the poor thing."
"He's not dead. Just knocked out," he said as he brushed a hand through his hair. He started to walk away from them.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the castle."
"You mean back to the battle."
"That's what I mean," Snape sneered.
"But, you could get killed."
"I have an important role to fill."
"Like revenge?" asked the cat.
"The girl, yes, but I need to find the boy as well."
Against Snape's wishes, Monna followed behind.
The battle was still going strong by the time Snape neared the castle. Amycus Carrow was standing near, observing.
"Severus, where have you been? Those Hogwarts' brats are starting to get the upper hand!"
"I was caught off guard. Where is Granger?"
"Who?"
"Granger! A bushy haired know-it-all," Snape hissed.
"It's the Potter boy you should be concerned with. Can't find him anywhere!"
Snape considered this for a moment. He reasoned it was highly likely that Hermione was where ever Harry was.
"Nice to know you've had time to make a friend during all this," Amycus said while nodding to the cat. Snape looked down at Monna who sat and twitched her tail in a calm manner.
"She's not, she's just a nuisance," Snape stated. "And why are you just standing around."
"I was preparing to search for the Potter boy."
"Leave that to me."
And without waiting for confirmation, Snape turned away from the scene with Monna following.
"What will you do when you find the boy?" she asked innocently.
"None of your concern," Snape growled. "What is it that you want from me?"
"I haven't fully decided, so I suppose I'll keep watching."
"So long as you don't get in my way."
"Do you know where you're going?"
Snape had no clue where he was going. He wasn't even sure what was leading him. He just walked in the direction of the boathouse. Aside from Harry, the main thing on his mind was Granger. He was driven more than ever to confront her once more. At one point, Snape came to a stop as voices echoed in his ears. He could tell right away that they belonged to Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were headed in the same direction as himself. Snape hurried on in order to get the jump on them.
"Harry, there's no way you can turn yourself over to them," Hermione said as she kept up her pace besides Ron and Harry.
"I'm not, but I can't let any more people die because of me."
They came to a stop just inside the room. Harry raised his wand and looked around.
"He's not here."
"No, but I am."
Snape made his appearance known as he stepped out of the shadows. Hermione paled and Snape's face widened in a grin. Hermione started to back away.
"You," she gasped.
"Yes, me miss Granger," he confirmed with a look of satisfaction.
"I thought you were dead!" she cried.
"Clearly you thought wrong, for once in your life."
"Excuse me, but what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron interrupted. "And what's with the cat?"
Snape looked down to see Monna watching the scene curiously. Snape glowered at her.
"Didn't I tell you to wait outside!"
In the second Snape decided to focus on the cat, Hermione took her shot. By the time Monna shouted out, the roof of the boathouse was falling down. Monna leapt aside, but Snape had not been quick enough. The construction fell heavily upon the professor.
Once the dust had cleared, there was silence. Ron and Harry's mouths had fallen open. They turned to stare at Hermione who was quite shaken, but determined.
"Hermione," Harry started. "Er, I'd hate to tell you what you told me once, but …you attacked a teacher."
"She didn't just attack him," cried Ron, who gulped. "She killed him."
"Well, I did once before," Hermione admitted.
"Excuse me?"
"Let's get out of here."
Hermione didn't wait. She hurried out of the boathouse. Soon Ron and Harry were following.
Climbing out of a side pile, coughing and sputtering up dust was the cat. She shook off the dust as much as she could, then she looked over at the enormous pile under which the man she had previously saved laid. Only his hand was sticking out. She trotted up to it and pressed a nose to his wrist. There was no question about it. He was dead. Monna sat back on her haunches and twitched her tail angrily.
"Bloody hell," she hissed.
Well, Snape has died again. Will he make it this time. You might kind of already know where I'm going with this, with a second death of Snape and the cat. But whatever. I'm writing as I go.
