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PS: CHARACTER DEATH
I was a little breathless when I found my feet hitting the cool tile floor of Snape's office. The man in question turned to look at me with a stony face. He looked at Draco; back at me.
"As you can see, this plan has failed before." He said softly in his detached voice. "I tried to hit Albus with the curse that killed his sister, Arianna. He and Grindewald both assumed that it was one of them that shot the fatal curse at her. But it was I, hiding behind a bush outside the window of his Godric's Hollow home." He trailed off and got lost in his most likely threatening memories from his past.
"So the Dark Lord randomly decided that it was me who would defeat Dumbledore?" Draco asked, his handsome face screwed up in a cute, confused way.
"Yes." Snape answered briskly. Draco sighed heavily and put his elbows on the back of the chair, burying his head in his hands. I reached over and put me hand on his; he pulled me to him and draped an arm around my waist.
"How can I help?" I asked, looking at Snape.
"You're a clever girl," He swooped over and surveyed me with cunning eyes. "Help him devise a plan. Any way to get undercover and bring him down." He leaned back against his desk and clasped his hands together in front of him, shaking his oily hair from his face.
"What about a potion?" Draco suggested. "Megan's very good at potions.." We locked eyes and a memory flashed deep in his stormy gaze, giving me shivers and warmth.
"I gue-" I cleared my throat. "I guess I could come up with something." I glanced at Snape and then back at Draco, who was still staring at me with an intense gaze that made me feel scrutinized. I elbowed him softly and his eyes jerked back to Snape.
"Yes, yes.. That would work, perhaps." Snape mused. He jerked his head up again. "You may go."
Draco and I turned towards the door. He swung the heavy wooden door open and held it out for me.
"Remember: keep this with each other only." Snape's strong voice rang with supremacy.
"Yes, sir," I whispered as the door swung shut.
"Do you have any ideas?" Draco asked me later that evening as we cuddled in the same empty classroom we had been PDA'd in the day before.
"Well..maybe." I said lowly, sitting up to face him. "Draught Of The Living Dead? WE could let Dumbledore know what was going on. Make him go with it, play along that he's dead, even if he's not. Or we could just overthrow them all." I looked up at him with a serious look. "Your choice."
"I..think I'll go with the potion." He said, a little wary. I laughed out loud at his taking me seriously.
"I was kidding! Like we could overthrow all of them." I stuck my tongue out at him and he leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth, putting an arm on the other side of me and hovering over my body. A crooked grin was suspended on his lips as I giggled and kissed him back lightly. He tried to go deeper, but I help my ground. I pulled back and sat up, leaning into his chest, pulling his long arms around me,
"That's all?" He murmured in my ear, sounding fake-hurt. He kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobe, his hands exploring my thighs in places they never had before. I moaned softly and leaned heavily into him, letting his hands and the shivers they brought roam freely around me as I closed my eyes.
We sat like this for a while, until the bell chimed for curfew. I gave him a kiss, longer this time, and we said goodnight, parting ways.
"I still don't know what t do with this," I whispered to Pumpkin later that night as I finished my shower and drew my curtains close, arms full of spell books and advanced potion-making books I got from the library. Snape signed the needed form for me to gain access to the Restricted Section, which is where the dangerous books and difficult spells and potions are kept, locked away from naïve and wandering eyes.
"Lumos." I lit my wand in a whisper and released the smell of musty pages as Pumpkin curled up by my leg. My mind opened its depths and welcomed new information of the dangerous kind as I pored over the smudged spells and blurred pictures. Macabre pictures of tortured people and grotesque side effects popped up from the yellowed pages, sparking the warning light in my mind. I might want to look out for what I want to do.
Book after book, I searched for the perfect thing. I bookmarked spells to incapacitate the receiver and even paused on one that was said to reduce the victim to ashes. But then I remembered that we didn't really want Dumbledore to die. I gave up on finding a spell and moved on to the mountain of potion books.
I was fascinated by a few that reminded me of the ones used in Romeo and Juliet; I figured I would give them a try. They were very, very difficult to brew and took at least a month, but that wasn't a problem. Unlike Hermione Granger brewing Polyjuice Potion in second year, this would be allowed, and I'm pretty sure Dumbledore wouldn't be turned into a cat…
I looked and looked and looked for anything better, but my quest was not fruitful .I settled on the "Juliet Curse", as I had named it, mainly because I had no idea what language the original title was in. I fell back on my pillow, extinguishing my wand without bothering to move the books, I was so tired. Pumpkin leapt off the bed at my sudden movement and I closed my eyes, spinning and floating into a deep sleep.
My body let go and I was enclosed in blackness, my mind and muscles sore and stiff from the night rejoicing in the lack of activity. My thoughts were deep and fretful, as they usually were, and my warm blankets wrapped me in a protective embrace as I slipped into REM and I lost all reality.
I jerked awake when a loud BANG sounded and echoed throughout the room. I shot up and saw that my movements had finally knocked a pile of books onto the floor. I yanked back my curtains, worried I'd awoken my roommates. Surprisingly, they were gone. I glanced at the clock and I had overslept by an hour. I was normally the first up and to breakfast. I guess that's what late night will do to you.
I stood up and yawned, my mind groggy yet reeling from my dreams as I dressed hastily. I remembered Voldemort (or what I thought he looked like) weaving in and out of them, chasing me as I raced through the pages of a book, harsh spells being cast at me. The moaning ghosts of murdered people spun around me, tripping me and blinding me as I stumbled over the old words that sprung from the pages.
I reached the end of the book and the demon ghosts were still chasing me, forcing me off the edge. I fell through impenetrable darkness for what seemed like ever, my heart racing and tears flowing. I hit the ground. I woke up.
I shook my head to clear the bad thoughts and shuffled down to the Great Hall. Everyone was bustling about, yelling, screaming, some sobbing. What was going on? Dumbledore himself was here, all of the teachers were talking in hushed voices, some silently crying. I looked around frantically searching for Draco. I found him and went running.
"Draco! What's going on?" I asked quickly as he pulled me into a tight hug. He looked into my face; his eyes had gone cold and steely.
"There's been an accident. Snape's dead."
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R&R
