Vernon had just sat down in his chair to read the evening newspaper,
and grumble about the politics of the day, when the house shoo, or rather..rumbled..
He snarled.."That damned freak!!'' he threw down his paper and stomped up the stairs.. The rumbling continued as he went up to the upper level he paused for a second..it sounded like a crowd,
stomping and yelling. Then it started, those chords, those ever so famous branded into your memory chords, the intro to Honky Tonk Woman.
The sound formed a wave and crashed over the sound of the crowd, then the voice. Mick Jagger sang out.
"I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis"
Vernon flushed purple and unlocked the freaks door.
"She tried to take me upstairs for a ride"
He slammed the door open and opened his mouth to bellow
"The lady had to heave me across her shoulder
But I just can't seem to drink her off my mind"
Mick sang and spun across the stage.. the stage across the front of the club, which appeared to hold over two hundred people, a full bar,
tables, people dancing, drinking, while the Stones played live and in person.. Keith Richards on guitar, Charlie Watts banging away keeping the rhythm Mick prancing and singing in his inimitable way Vernon stood there, his jaw dropped and noting coming out, absolutely stunned, speechless at the sight in front of him. There amongst the crowd of dancers was his freak nephew and some bushy haired bint right in the front of the stage, dancing as if they didn't have a care in the world.. the music played, the bass bumped and throbbed, the drums rattled.. Mick peered towards the back of the hall to the door where Vernon was still standing speechless..
"Oi there, you, This is a private party, Security!!"
Two very large, strong men grabbed Vernon and fairly lifted him and tossed him out the door, slamming it behind him as he went through. He fetched up against the bathroom door as the music, now slightly muffled phased into the next song, 'Gimme Shelter' Vernon stood, and straightened himself and with as much dignity as he could, went down the stairs, took a worried looking Petunia by the arm and led her out the front door, muttering "Come Pet, lets go out to eat and a movie, eh'
Hermione hugged Harry as he spun her around..
"Gotta love it,
Concert in a can" "Who, next? Bowie, or something older?" Hermione sorted through the stack of beer can sized containers.. "Here, this one..My Mum told me about this one" Harry took the can and read the label.. "Cavern Club, 1962?"
Sevvie's afternoon
Severus Snape stalked across the lawn toward the lake.
//arrogant brat and his mudblood bitch, we'll see about that//
he angled toward the couple, intending to find something to take points off. Harry was lying back against Hermione's knees reading a book, "Moste Potente Potions", a copy he had ordered from a book specialist, and had just received the day before. He didn't look up, but murmured to the others.
"Incoming Snape, Northwest.." Snape came to a stop in front of Harry, sneering down at him. "What are you doing with that book,
"Potter, Library books are not permitted out of the castle"
He reached to snatch the book away, but Harry pulled it out of reach. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, He started to reach down and grab it when Harry kicked up catching the 'professor in the mouth, throwing him backwards. As Snape fell backwards he reached into his robe for his wand, but lost it immediately, as Fred Weasley emerged from an invisibility cloak. casting an expellarimus/incarcerous/stupefy spellchain he took down the potions teacher easily. Snape lay there between them in his greasy glory, Harry sighed and put his book away,
and got up. He handed his bag to Hermione, and pulled her up from her seat against the tree. "Plausible deniability, sweets" he hugged her and she strode off up the path.
"Any Ideas"
George appeared and answered. "Sure, lots, shall we?
Fred and Harry nodded and took out wands.
Severus Snape slowly became conscious, and found he was bound,
physically with chains, to a log in the forbidden forest. His robes were shredded, and cut off. he was stretched over the log in such a way that he was bent over. His arse hurt , quite a bit, and deeply so. he felt something running down his legs, and he had absolutely no idea how he got there.. He tugged and pulled on the chains, gashing his wrists and almost tearing his hand off, until he could get one hand free enough to reach for his wand, which was just out of reach.
He heard the clumping of boots coming up the path to the clearing. He frantically used his wand to vanish the shackles holding him and scurried around behind the log, just in time to see Hagrid enter the clearing. ""Hallo, Snape, what are you doing out here this evening"
Snape hastily reparo'd his robes from the shredded remains.
Did you see anyone on the path?" he demanded, irritably as Hagrid poked at some bushes, gathering unicorn tail hairs.. "Nope, no one down this path all afternoon, I have been out gathering hairs since tea time, not a soul" Snape frowned, trying to remember his last actions. The last thing he remembered was eating lunch and returning to his dungeon, it was now sundown and his afternoon was a blank. He started to walk back up the path toward the castle, when the pain in his nether regions came back into play. "You alright there Snapey?" the greasy man growled and Hagrid shook his head and walked away muttering. "daft git, shouldn't oughta be shagging them centaurs.." Snapes eyes went wide, as he grabbed his buttcheeks. Some of the viscous material got on his fingers and he fearfully raised it to his beaky nose....//mint jelly?//
Hermione entered the common room less than ten minutes after leaving Harry and the twins. She flopped down on the couch next to Harry who said nothing, but subtly lifted a gold chain from his collar. "Do I want to know?" she asked in a ducked his head down to keep from laughing.. "Did you ever hear the one about the pouf centaur and the jelly donut?
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