the ness-ness: Hi ya'll! How've ya been? I'd like to take the time to thank my reviewers:
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Snow White: nudges Snape in her direction Have fun you two! Don't stay out to late! waves
And now: Disclaimer: If the ness-ness owned HP, do you think that she would be writing this? Nope, she'd be in Japan buying clothes and hanging out with those anime bishies you see on TV….
the ness-ness: slaps Disclaimer in the back of the head Don't tell them that! Geez! ON WITH THE STORY!
We both looked up and all I could do was stare in awe at the tall British black man that stood before me.
"Ah, Shacklebolt. How good of you to join us," the greasy man hissed. He certainly didn't like the man.
Shacklebolt raised an eye-ridge at him but said nothing. He too was wearing sunglasses, but at least he wasn't clad in black. Blue jeans and a crisp button-down white shirt was all he wore. He seemed completely normal. I blinked and realized that he was still standing.
"Sorry. Sit down. Please excuse my lack of manners," I spilled. He smiled kindly and sat next to the other man. I eyed them evenly. "Who are you people?"
The man named Shacklebolt smiled kindly at me, and then took off his sunglasses.
"I am Kingsley Shacklebolt and this is Severus Snape. We are here to accompany you to your job at the Hogwarts library."
I laughed. Laughed until tears came out of my eyes. "That's funny! Where are the cameras? They can come out now!"
They continued to look at me seriously. I caught on only after the greasy git cleared his throat a few times. Wiping away the last of the tears, I caught the looks I was getting from the people still in the dining room. I felt the embarrassed flush creep on to my cheeks. I looked back at Kingsley and Severus; they had grim looks on their faces.
"You're not kidding. But I thought…" I trailed off.
"Apparently you thought wrong," Snape sneered at me. I glared at him. Evil git; let him think what he wanted, I knew that I would be able to get him back later. I looked at Kingsley and softened my glare.
"So how do I fit into this world of magic and politics, Mr. Shacklebolt?" He smiled, white teeth shining through the darkness of his face.
"You are influenced by the books. Magical and non; both give you power. You are not a conventional witch, Miss Wood." I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Sir, I've never been conventional and it would be an insult if I was now." I felt Snape's eyes on me, gauging my facial expressions. I shivered involuntarily. That man was creepy!
"So this whole magical world that I've read about is real? J.K. Rowling didn't make it up?"
Kinsley chuckled. "Ah yes! Ms. Rowling! We allowed her to visit one year when it was still safe. We still keep in contact with her, to make sure that she continued to write it as fiction." My eyes went wide.
"So there really is a dark wizard by the name of Voldemort!" I asked frightened and excited all at once.
The two men winced and Snape put a hand over his left forearm. I realized what I had said and covered my mouth. "Sorry! I am so sorry! I can't believe I jus said that! I'm soooo sorry!"
Kingsley smiled at my reaction; Snape, the greasy git that he is, snarled at me. I cringed just a bit.
"I still don't understand. What do I have that would put me in danger now?" Snape set his glare on me once more before explaining.
"The Master has learned of you and your undeveloped powers and now wishes to possess you."
"Well, he isn't gonna get me!" I said, outraged.
"The Dark Lord always gets what he wants," Snape pointed out.
"Not this time. I'll take the job!"
the ness-ness: WOOT! Here be the end of the second chappie! Was it long enough for you Snow White? Anyway…. R&R! I love hearing what my readers have to say! Until next time!