Day: One B

Chapter: Two

Chapter Title: Dinner, Dolores?

Time and Date: Tuesday 8 Oct. (Harry's fifth year) 4:05pm, (around) 7pm.


A raggedy gasp caught the attention of Minerva, and she looked over to see Severus, clutching at his arm momentarily, a look of pure terror upon his face.

'Come to mee...' a demonic voice hissed, intruding into Severus's head. Then he felt as if his mind was being swirled around, and then he heard an almost unhuman... giggle. 'And bring some shortbread.' it added, in a surprisingly jovial after thought.

Minerva reached out "Severus? Severus are you-?" But before she could even finish the question the man had tooled his face into impassive nothingness.

"Severus?" She asked, quite frankly confused.

"I have to leave." He stated, pushing past her. "Albus." He walked over to the man who was busy showing Rolanda and Filius how to fold paper into swans. "Albus I have to go. Will you be available later?"

One look into the Potions Master's face and Albus knew what was meant, "Sure Severus; drop by late and we can have a game or two of chess." There was a silent wink in the man's voice, but Severus really could not care less.

"Right." Severus turned to leave, stopping before the door and silently teleporting and shrinking the cookies into his pocket. He highly doubted that the Lord was serious; but it could never hurt to be safe.

However, once the door was closed behind Severus; and the 'meeting' ('more like a bloomin' party' Snape mused) was re-started, then he heard Minerva's voice; "The biscuits- I... Severus!" She growled.

With a sneer on his face, Severus sped through the halls, nearly knocking over Umbridge.

"Severus?" She screeched, as she clung to his arm in a desperate attempt to steady herself.

'shame. Waste of a good arm that.' "Dolores." He retorted.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry, hmm?" She dusted herself down.

Severus sneered, savouring the moment. "Lunch, care to join me?" He smiled; or as close to a smile as he could get.

"Hmm... where?"

"With the Dark Lord and a few Death Eaters." He smirked.

"Severus Snape!" Umbridge paled considerably. "How dare you?"

Severus raised an eyebrow, then sent her his mental greeting, leaving out the biscuit part. "I'm sure you'd make an excellent meal."

Her eyes were dancing like flames, then before she knew it the man had billowed off again.

Urrhh! Cornelius would hear of this, make no mistake!


Several hours later, Severus was once more in the halls of Hogwarts, but he was no longer billowing along; nor could he be called to be sneering. Instead, the proud man was limping along, nay. Not even that.

Every step was agony as the man's right leg was almost shattered halfway up the Tibia. The walls were almost being leaned on in an inhumane effort to stay upright; and his lip was bleeding sluggishly as teeth bit into it; in an effort not to cry.

'Grown men don't cry'.

That and, 'must get to Albus' were the only two coherent thoughts echoing around the Death Eaters head.

And it was all Umbitch's fault, the bubbling cauldron head!