Snape: RabidOrochimaruOtaku still doesn't own, and where the hell is Chessie? She's supposed to be helping me with this this time. Oh well. This chapter is in my Point of View in her absence.


Imagine my shock when I received Potter's owl alongside my morning newspaper. Black was out of Azkaban, I saw with horror. Well, that explained the dog that kept attacking me, but what about Potter's owl?

I went over to it and opened its letter, and she hooted indignantly. I put a treat in front of her, which she accepted happily before flying over next to Hades. I read the letter once, twice, three times before summoning Albus here with the Floo network.

"Albus," I snarled, "What is the meaning of Potter's owl, with Chessie's letter?"

He stared at me before taking the letter and reading it. His blue eyes glazed over with sorrow, and he sighed heavily.

"It means that our two orphans are trying to get help," he said calmly. "However, I'm sure that Miss Fukui would prefer to see you and a set of aurors."

I wanted to hit Albus right now – oh, I was more than just pissed! After he left, I realized what he'd said and went straight over to 812 Cedar Lane to terrorize one Fukui clan. However, this time I sent a letter to a friend of mine, who apparated near me with five aurors. She was Chessie's mind healer, and the aurors knew that if a mind healer was concerned, as well as their dreaded Greasy Git of the Hogwarts Dungeons, then something was very, very wrong.

Nothing seemed amiss until the doorbell rang. There was no dog barking, and most definitely no owl screeching. There wasn't even any yelling, which caused me to pull out my wand and open the door for us. They followed in suit, and to our astonishment, we found a letter to us written in blood on the far wall on the windows of the back doors.

We know what those brats have tried to do. You won't find us, and you're too late. Your precious little brats are dead, as well as their familiars. Have fun burying the bodies.

The aurors gaped in shock before I raced over immediately to Chessie's room and broke it down with a powerful explosion spell. Potter's head jerked up with surprise, his eyes seeming to be like empty glass, and I raced over to check his pulse. I sighed with relief – one alive, one to find. I looked around to find Chessie lying in a very terrifying pool of blood, as well as Silvana.

"Chessie!" I called out to her, and lurched forwards. "Chessie, wake up!"

Her eyelids fluttered for a few brief moments just barely opening before her head went to the side. I put my fingers to her jugular to check her pulse and was still relieved to find a pulse. I wasn't astonished at all to hear the aurors approach the room, and the four stared at the horribly wrecked room in shock before their instincts kicked in and two rushed forwards to Potter, one to Chessie and me, and one to Silvana.

"The owl's dead," he said, and the two were able to verify that Potter was just going through traumatic shock and was too stunned and suffering from a possible concussion.

"Harry's alive," they confirmed audibly.

"So's Chessie, but not for long," the auror said before I pulled out a blood restorative potion. "What is that?"

"Blood restorative, I always carry it," I told them as I spelled it into her stomach. immediately, her wounds began to bleed a bit heavier, and I gaped in shock. "We need to get her to St. Mungo's."

"You two take Potter and get him to the Leaky Cauldron," the one next to me said.

"Not a word to the Minister about this," I said firmly, and they turned to me in shock. "Aside from the shock, Potter's fine. It's Chessie's injuries that need to be reported. Don't worry, those bastards will be back before school ends next year. They always do, this is their summer home."

"You've been here before?" one asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, but I saw no signs of violence until last summer when her idiot aunt slapped her for making a mess. I almost hexed the bitch, but I forced myself to keep control and settled for cleaning up the mess. Just they wait until I get my hands on them, they'll wish they'd have never been born," I snarled, "Nobody, and I mean nobody messes with my snakes and gets away with it!"

"Note to self, don't attack a Slytherin student without probable cause," one auror muttered as the others did as they were told. The two aurors took a portkey to St. Mungo's, where they looked over Potter carefully, while I apparated Chessie there.

I paced frantically in front of the desk, with the three aurors in the room writing their reports to their bosses. Potter came out first, completely calm but still shocked. It was dusk by now, and one auror told him that it would be wisest for him to take the Knight bus to the Leaky Cauldron, where the Minister of Magic was waiting for him. I paced frantically for hours before another healer finally came out with news of Chessie.

"She's got numerous broken bones, fractured skull, badly bruised, covered in gashes and scars from years of abuse, and that's just the beginning," he said sadly. "From what I can tell, she's been extremely careful not to let this show, and it's been happening for a few years. Did you know about this?"

"The only sign of violence that I saw was her being slapped for breaking a house rule, but then one of her cousins received the same punishment, so I thought it was normal in their house," I said darkly. "I had no idea she was being abused. If I did, I'd have hexed those two into oblivion, to hell with the laws and Azkaban."

He sighed before leading me to the room that Chessie lay in. She was asleep, her face swollen and bruised now, and a phoenix was perched above her crying over the last of her injuries. I stared in horror at what had happened, and the fact that a phoenix was needed to heal her.

"Her bones are mending, and she should wake up within the week," he said calmly, "We had to spell the Skele-grow into her stomach because she was so unresponsive, but at least she was breathing. If you had gotten her here even five minutes later, she'd have died even with all of our medicine. As it is, she may have permanent damage, but we aren't sure yet."

I stared at my student, who was just barely clinging on to life. I had saved her life yet again – but at least Albus had let me check in on her this time. I decided to show him the evidence this time. All of the evidence as best I could.


Snape gets mad, but Dumbledore's starting to feel like something's not right.