Hogwartian Hell
Chapter 7
Author's request: I really do wish for more reviews. The more I receive, the happier I become, the better the next chapters are. I would also ask that if you really like the story, tell other fan fiction browsers about it and see if they might like to read it. Also, tell me more about what you all think of new characters I added in such as Levenski, Chad, Martin, and Jacob. Tell me how you feel about the story they've created, especially the relationship between the two youngsters, Chad and Martin. Does anyone feel that Jacob Kragoff should have a story completely about him? Well, enjoy!
"He's missing, sir," Levenski said to Snape.
They were both in the Headmaster's office, Snape swearing under his breath because of the stiches he had already received in his cheek.
"How the hell did Longbottom disappear without a single trace?" Snape grumbled noisily. "Did you be sure to search the entire castle?"
"Yes, sir. We even looked in the other house common rooms, but we couldn't find him at all," Levenski responded.
"Well, look harder!" Snape yelled in frustration. "I want the little bastard found. And believe me, when I find him, there'll be hell to pay!"
…
The month continued onward hellishly. D.A members arrived weekly at the room of requirement, bringing news and food for Neville, who even had others hiding with him, mostly terrified muggle-borns. Ginny brought the most important news of all.
Nearly Headless Nick had informed her that Mrs. Longbottom had cursed Dolohov, the Death Eater sent to attack her, so dreadfully that he was still deformed and receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital.
"Way to go, Gran," Neville muttered happily to himself.
When April came, a letter was sent to Ginny with instructions to give it to Neville.
"You're lucky it wasn't read by the Carrows," Ginny told him.
Neville flipped the parchment open and began to read.
Dear Neville,
I'm so proud of you. You may have thought I looked on you as a disappointment, but I have always understood how much you can do. Perhaps it comes from hanging around with that Harry Potter, but you've grown so much from the little boy who people thought was accident prone. I know that you are maybe one of the bravest kids ever to attend Hogwarts. Keep fighting. Never give up. I won't be able to write because of being on the run, but just know how much I love you. You truly are your father's son.
Love now and always,
Gran
Neville smiled, holding back the small tears beginning to crop up in his eyes. He placed the letter on the small table next to his springy bed.
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In a desperate plea to terrify the Hogwartians into giving him Longbottom and the other rogue D.A members, Snape had doubled the amount of security Death Eaters, given the Carrows permission to perform whatever type of torture they knew of, made sure nobody was allowed to ride brooms, questioned every student and teacher in the school, and had even proclaimed that the Slytherins were the only ones allowed to go home for the Easter holidays….It did absolutely no good for him at all.
Down in the dungeons one chilly evening, Snape was admiring a long sword that came from Transylvania. It had been a gift from the Dark Lord for all of Snape's deeds for him. Young Slytherins were all talking with each other, Theodore eyeing the sword hungrily, as if he wanted to wheel it himself.
Levenski entered the dungeon, looking furious with himself.
"What happened now?" Snape asked without even glancing at Levenski.
"We…that is, a couple of the other Death Eaters and I, were attacked by those D.A shits. They were wearing masks. I couldn't stop them. The other Death Eaters aren't in the best of shape. Those kids got away."
"And Longbottom?"
There was an uneasy pause where Levenski murmured
"I…tried."
"Oh, there, there," Snape said. "We cannot allow students to make fools out of us."
He put his arm around Levenski.
"And I cannot allow the head of security to fail me," he whispered.
He slowly drove the sword into Levenski's stomach, starring at the shocked man with wide eyes.
He pushed the dying figure off of his sword and looked at the stunned students.
"Good blade," he said.
He exited the dungeon.
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Quick author's note: I did not mean to rip off the old Robin Hood movie. It was merely put in there because Alan Rickman (actor of Snape) happened to be in that movie.
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In the D.A hideout, several students had decided to simply live there. The room had expanded and even conjured up a Gryffindor banner along with a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They surrounded the D.A sign on the wall.
An excellent bathroom had even been made, mostly after more girls arrived, and each had to take turns bathing and using the toilet.
One evening, while Chad was sleeping quite soundly, Neville had been thinking about how they were going to get food as Snape had doubled security on the kitchens.
The room did not seem to be able to create food, after all, and those hiding were beginning to starve.
As he pondered over this, a large portrait appeared over the fire place, opening to reveal a long, dark passageway.
The D.A members looked at it, surprised, and began to stand before Neville waved them down and said
"Nobody move. We don't know where it leads, unless someone thought of going somewhere?"
No one nodded or replied with a yes. So, Neville started towards the passage.
"Neville," Hannah Abbet said. "Wait."
"What?" Neville asked irritably as Chad stirred.
"What if it leads somewhere dangerous? What if there are Death Eaters on the other side? What if-,"
"Hannah," Neville interrupted. "Don't worry. I'll be careful."
She hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
Down the passageway, Neville wondered how long it really was. After a good ten or so minutes, he came to what looked like a window. There was a small sitting room in his view, dimly lit, and with nobody present.
He leaned against the glass and almost toppled into the room when the window surprisingly opened.
Looking back, Neville saw that it had closed and that it was actually another portrait with a little girl with fair hair, about nine years old, smiling at him. She looked slightly confused.
Neville jumped as a deep voice said
"I was wondering when someone would discover that passage way."
Neville whipped out his wand and turned to see an old man, slightly overweight, with a grey beard, standing in front of the door.
"You must be Neville Longbottom," he guessed. "You're the brave lad whose been pissin' Severus Snape off so much, right?"
Neville nodded.
"Well, you can put your wand away, boy," he said, beginning to clean up the room. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Neville lowered his wand but did not put it away.
"Who are you?" he inquired, cautiously
"My name," the man said. "-is Aberforth Dumbledore."
After a short pause, Neville said
"Aren't you Dumbledore's younger brother?"
"I AM Dumbledore," Aberforth retorted, slightly sternly. "Just not the one EVERYBODY refers to. I'm just the owner of the Hog's Head, which is where you are now."
Neville looked around for a moment. He remembered coming to this place. Of course, it wasn't this room. He even thought he might have seen Aberforth at the counter when they had first come to start the D.A.
"You want some food, boy?"
"Yes, please" Neville said, almost moaning as he remembered how he was in danger of starvation. Then he remembered the others.
After asking about some for them as well, Neville was relieved when Aberforth went to fetch some more.
Levitating the bags of food through the hole, Neville turned to Aberforth and said
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Aberforth responded.
As Neville turned to leave, Aberforth stopped him by saying
"You know, your resistance won't stop You-Know-You. You'd be much safer if you just kept your bloody head down."
Neville looked at him.
"It's all I can do."
As he climbed through the hole, Aberforth reminded him that he could come back for more anytime.
"I will!" Neville shouted as the portrait closed behind him.
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The sun had already set, plunging Hogwarts into complete darkness. The Hogwartians discovered in that night that not all of those who are bravest necessarily had true common sense….
Hagrid looked up from the tea he was making in his cabin. Through the window, he saw a number of hooded figures walking toward his house.
He put the tea kettle down and picked up his umbrella. He unlocked the door and walked out into the night air.
There were about fifteen Death Eaters standing around him, one of them closer than the others.
"This sure looks familiar," Hagrid muttered.
The Head Death Eater removed his mask and Hagrid growled in anger and hatred.
"Snape!" he shouted.
"Hagrid," Snape greeted with mock pleasantness.
"Is this because of my group?" Hagrid asked.
"Don't worry," Snape said. "I'm sure the five little wannabie D.A first years who joined your Harry Potter fan club will be fine….in detention."
His lip curled as Hagrid raised his umbrella, the wand tip on the end, shouted "FOR DUMBLEDORE!" and charged.