Yami Kuroi Sephiroth: Hello everyone! How's it going? Sorry about the delay on most of my stories, I have been busy with school…
Anyway, here's the 6th chapter of Winged Snake. I will be making the chapters a whole lot shorter. The only reason the last update was so long was because I had been working on it for a long time and I had just created a Fanfiction account.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII.
Chap 6
Gilderoy Lockhart
"Let's see… The next class I have is Defense against the Dark Arts." Hermione said as they left Charms.
"Hey, so do I!" added Ron, walking beside her and looking at her list.
"Harry has that class with us too, along with Sephiroth." Cloud mentioned, surprising them.
"Um, Cloud?" Hermione asked, looking to her right at the blond-haired SOLDIER.
"Yes?"
"Do you, uh, have anything against Sephiroth?" she asked.
Cloud's expression seemed to have frozen in time before them, his face going blank. He stayed like that for a little, still walking, before looking ahead and letting out a long, strained sigh.
"I used to. But now he is no longer the Sephiroth I once knew, so I don't have any harsh feelings towards him." He said, walking on as the others stopped to think.
"Wonder why." Ron pondered before falling silent as they then proceeded to their class.
After Class
"That was the worst class ever." Sephiroth mumbled as he, Ron, Hermione, and Harry exited the class.
"No kiddin! That dumb Lockhart, bet he doesn't even know how to use a wand!" Ron complained.
Professor Lockhart had released a cage of Pixies in the room, and destruction and chaos reared their ugly heads to the students. Running quickly from the room, Gilderoy instructed the group to put the mythical creatures back in their cage. With help from Hermione and Sephiroth, it didn't take long before the last elf-like creature was in the cage.
"I have potions class next." Sephiroth said, looking carefully at his schedule.
"So do we. And you're going to HATE it." Ron grumbled. Sephiroth was confused.
"Why do you think I'm going to hate it?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side in a questioning manner.
"Snape is the head of the Slytherin house and hates us Gryffindor." Harry explained.
"Oh."
"Can you four kindly explain why you are late to my class?" Snape sneered at the group as they walked hurriedly through the door and to their seats. (Sephiroth sits next to Malfoy. Cloud sits near the front.)
"Sorry, Professor. We got held up in DADA class." Sephiroth explained.
Snape glared at him coldly.
"Make sure it doesn't happen again, Mr. Kyoji. Fifteen points from Gryffindor."
Sephiroth gaped at him slightly before his eyes narrowed and he turned away.
"Today you will all be brewing a death potion: A poison capable of killing a human in a mere minute if not given the proper antidote. Begin." Snape instructed the students.
A few minutes later, Hermione and Cloud had both finished their potions, and, to Snipe's utter disappointment, the poison had been brewed correctly.
He was walking around the room when he heard a crash from behind and whirled around, black robes whipping behind him.
Steaming black, perfectly prepared Death potion had crashed to the ground, the pieces of the cauldron that had been holding it scattered across the damp dungeon floor. And standing not far away with a look of disbelief and anger in his cold narrowed eyes, was Sephiroth.
Sephiroth turned upon Malfoy, who was laughing quietly.
"The hell did you do that for?" he growled, hands clenched tightly into fists.
"You asked for it, you freak." Malfoy snapped back, till laughing, though it suddenly flattered as anger flared up like fire in the former General's eyes.
"I. Am. Not. A. Freak." He snarled, each word dripping in venom and pure, killing intent.
"Mr. Kyoji, what is going on here?" Snape asked calmly.
Sephiroth took a few moments to calm down before answering.
"I had finished brewing sir, when Draco-He called me a Mud blood and tried to ruin my potion but I stopped him and he knocked over his own cauldron." Malfoy cut in, sewing together his own story and telling it to the Professor.
"Really? Fifty points from Gryffindor for calling my student a Mudblood and spilling a very deadly poison on the floor. Now clean it up." Snape commanded.
Sephiroth merely stood there, anger and hate slowly building up within him.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Clean it up." Snape sneered.
"No," came the short reply.
"Excuse me?" Snape said, crossing his arms.
"I said: NO. I will not clean up a mess that was not my cause." Sephiroth snapped back, the anger within fueling his former urge to kill. His left hand twitched slightly: something it always did when it wanted to feel the brittle handle of the Masamune. This, however, did not go unnoticed by Cloud, whose trained eyes caught the slight movement and a feeling of dread overcame him. He leapt to his feet, but, he was too late. Sephiroth had flung Snape aside before running out of the class room in a full on sprint.
"I suggest you don't do that, Professor. We wouldn't want another 'accident'." Cloud growled, helping the greasy haired man to his feet.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had watched the whole scene unfold, knowing just how close Snape had been to getting killed.
Yami Kuroi Sephiroth: Well there ya go! Chapter done! And I succeeded in making it shorter, too.
Well, gotta go!
Yami Kuroi Sephiroth, OUT!