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NOTE: Firstly, I would like to thank my 100 amazing followers. Hear that, I reached a HUNDRED followers. I'm so excited about that. Thank you all!
Secondly, I wrote this chapter in May (the 20th to be exact), and there was quite a large gap between writing the eighteenth and nineteenth chapter (I had a writer's block and took quite a while to get back into everything). Usually, when I start writing a fanfiction or other story, I plan a lot. Like a lot. But then I get to actually writing it and I have no motivation and I just can't get started. So when I started writing this fanfiction, I wrote down the basics on a plan, and did zero other planning and just started writing. I plan as I write. Unfortunately, this means there's a lot of minor details I've included in previous chapters that I've forgotten about. I'm going back through to read it again to refresh my memory, so hopefully some of those will be brought back in in later chapters. Just bear with me.
Hope you enjoy this next one,
Flames x
Chapter 19
The sleek, black brooms felt incredibly smooth in my hands, and the new skin tight, green and silver, Quidditch robes fit snugly. The billowing dark green robes behind us were thinly netted and much lighter. That would make it easier to fly, and the wind resistance wouldn't be detrimental to our game. We now had a one-up on all the other teams, but I wasn't competitive like that.
In the corner, Flint was busy stroking his new broomstick in wonder. The practise has officially started ten minutes ago, but the new equipment had just arrived by owl that morning, and everyone wanted to spend some time admiring the expensive gear.
As a whole, everyone was ignoring Malfoy, who – despite this – still had a smug expression. Just because he was on the team, did not mean we had to be friends with him. Though a lot of us were finding him much more likeable while we had the Nimbus 2001s in our hands.
Lucius Malfoy had wonderfully, yet grudgingly, agreed to our terms. As long as it made his spoilt son happy. The parent didn't seem to think about that during sixth year. Draco certainly didn't seem to be having fun when he was being forced to find a way to kill his headmaster of six years or when he had to become a Death Eater.
So Draco had made the team and so had Harry, although there was no question about that. Harry was a natural flyer and a much better candidate for the seeker position than anyone else was. And so everything was mainly fixed. Harry was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team – no thanks to my meddling last year. Now I just had to get him to swallow the snitch in his first match so Dumbledore could hide the resurrection stone inside it. I chuckled to myself as I pulled on my boots.
"Alright, let's practise" Flint declared and led the team out of the Quidditch pitch. I spotted Colin Creevey in the stands with his camera flashing rapidly. Following the direction it was pointed, I could see Harry diving around in the air, unconsciously posing for the photos.
There wasn't much time left for me to survey the scene, because Wood had seen us and was storming over, with the Gryffindor Quidditch Team following him in various stages of outrage.
"Flint!" Wood thundered. "This is our practise time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"
Flint grinned, "Plenty of space for all of us, Wood" He responded, Bletchley chuckled softly next to him.
"But I booked the field!" Wood spat, "I booked it!"
"Ah" said Flint, innocently withdrawing a piece of parchment from his Quidditch robe pocket. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I Professor S. Snape'" He paused to check that the lions were all listening intently, "'give the Slytherin team permission to practise today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker'"
"You've got a new seeker?" Wood peered behind the taller players, "Where?"
Malfoy stepped forward, smirking with glee.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked, looking at Flint and then at me in betrayal.
"Oh look. A field invasion" commented Flint as Hermione and Ron crossed the grass to see what sort of explosive situation they were dealing with.
"What's happening? Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" Ron sniffed at the pale boy wearing his new shiny Slytherin Quidditch robes.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley" Malfoy bragged, "Everyone's just been admitting our new brooms"
The Gryffindors seemed to suddenly notice the superb newest version Nimbus brooms. Fred and George were openly drooling. Wood stared with his mouth open, seeming too shocked to form a sentence, while Katie, Angelina and Alicia continued to glare at the snakes. Ron was going slightly red in the face.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in" Hermione said sharply, "They got in on pure talent"
Flint started laughing, causing the lions to glance at him quizzically, "We Slytherins don't accept bribes. We all own our own brooms" Ron gaped at that statement.
"So, you only accept rich people into the team. Ones that can afford a broom" Hermione sneered, her eyes darting over to me for a second.
"Well it's better than the riff-raff you pick up" Malfoy scoffed, eyeing the twins. "We're from Noble Wizarding Families-"
"What? Like Deverill?" Ron interrupted. I took a step back in shock. I really didn't need my housemates to start questioning and asking around about my family that didn't exist. Ron had just thrown my under the Night Bus.
Derrick glanced at me for replying, "You're wasting our training time. I suggest you clear off the pitch"
"We were here first" said Hermione.
"No one asked your opinion, mudblood" Draco snarled.
Ron looked ready to attack the Malfoy heir, but Alicia Spinnet held him back. Hermione was standing, her eyes brimming at the hurtful comment. Harry looked confused. He didn't know what the term meant.
I lunged at Malfoy and punched him in the jaw. "You should scourgify your mouth" I told him.
"Why, you traitor" Malfoy glared at me, drawing his wand out.
"How dare you!" Ron shouted, pulling out his own taped wand.
"Ron don't!" I yelled, but he screamed the curse anyway. It rebounded, throwing him back against the grass.
"Ron? Are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly, helping him back up. Ron didn't answer, he moaned and made a retching sound. The first slug landed in front of him.
"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest" Harry decided, they bravely helped Ron along, while manoeuvring around the glistening trail of slugs he was leaving behind.
The Gryffindors glared again at the Slytherins before retreating to the changing rooms.
"Right, let's practise" Flint clapped his hands.
"I need to go to the hospital wing" Draco said. Derrick rolled his eyes. "My jaw could be dislocated" He snapped in outrage.
"It seems to be working fine" Flint commented.
"I need a pain reliever"
"Fine then, run along to the hospital wing" Flint sighed, "We'll practise without you" Malfoy opened his mouth, closed it again, and stormed off back to the castle. "My father will hear about this" He called behind him.
"Why'd you punch him?" Flint turned to me as we finally made it to the centre of the pitch.
"He insulted my friend" I shrugged, mounting the broom and kicking into the air. I rose smoothly and much faster than normal on the sleek broom. My heart juddered anxiously, but no one was paying me any attention as Flint talked them through the drills: dodging and diving, formation flying, battle plans to confuse your opponents. It was all very strenuous for the chasers, but the most Derrick and I had to do was hit bludgers around when the captain told us to. Derrick filled the time by flying loop-the-loops and spinning around in circles until he was dizzy. I was fine with staying absolutely still in the air, pretending that I was only a metre off the floor and couldn't break my neck if I fell.
Snape approached me as I was sitting with the golden trio at the Gryffindor Table for dinner. Ron had finished regurgitating slugs, but was still complaining that he could taste the slime on his tongue. He had rinsed his mouth thoroughly with mouthwash and brushed his teeth at least seven times, but it still wasn't enough for him. I didn't blame him.
The red-head had apologised for using my name against the Slytherins and commented that he didn't really know anything about my family. It was a very subtle hint to get me to tell them some more. Harry and Hermione had leaned forward eagerly but I had just ignored them.
"Deverill!" Snape barked. "You will be serving detention tonight with Mr Filch, I believe Mr Weasley has already secured a detention with him"
"Does that mean Draco is serving detention with us as well? Or is he joining Harry with Lockhart?"
"What?" Snape sneered.
"Sorry, you gave me a detention and I just assumed it was for the reaction I had to Draco calling Hermione a mudblood. Therefore I expected that as a teacher, you would punish him for bullying" I answered innocently.
Snape regarded me with dark eyes, "It is not up to you who gets detention"
"Oh of course, sir. I'd hate to get in the way of your duties as a Professor" I turned back around to the table silently and popped another sausage ring into my mouth. After a moment, Snape strode back to the staff table.
"Do you have to antagonise him, Izzy?" Hermione sighed, "It'll just come back to bite you later"
I shrugged and watched Harry closely. This was the day the basilisk was released by Ginny opening the Chamber of Secrets. He was about to start hearing voices. A part of my wondered if he would tell me about the voices, but I just assumed he would tell Ron and Hermione like normal and leave me – the Slytherin – out of it. I didn't mind much, I knew everything anyway. I was psychic after all.
"What are you smiling at?" Ron asked.
I quickly let the smirk slip from my lips, "Nothing"
Mr Filch was definitely not in a good mood that evening. He was extra grouchy and kept muttering to his cat with muted anger. The cat itself, didn't even turn to look at her owner, just stared with bright red eyes at Ron and me as we set about polishing the trophies.
I stumbled across the Quidditch trophy, showing James Potter as the seeker and showed it to Ron again. He laughed and made deliberate care to polish his best friend's father's gold coat of arms.
He was a bit confused when I showed him the reward Tom Riddle had gotten for service to the school, and again so when I showed him one belonging to Eileen Prince. I just tutted and shook my head. One day, he would be back to find them again.
About an hour into the detention, Filch had gotten bored of us repeatedly rubbing metal with cloths. It wasn't an entertaining punishment to watch, and had disappeared, leaving the cat in charge. If I could transform into an animagus, I would bark at the cat and scare it into running away, but I couldn't do that yet, and Ron would certainly be confused to why I had a tail and fur.
"So, how's your sister finding Hogwarts?" I inquired conversationally. I had spent most of the summer holidays sharing a room with her, I really should take some time to ask her person to person.
Ron shrugged, "She seems tired. Hermione thinks it's because she's working a lot harder than normal, and will have a 'higher magical expenditure' – whatever that means. Hermione said she felt exhausted in her first few weeks at Hogwarts. So apparently it's normal"
"Mm" I murmured. She was yet to open the Chamber of Secrets, but having a horcrux constantly probing into her mind couldn't be fun. I mean, in a couple of weeks, she would be almost completely mind-controlled, and terrified to say anything to her brothers or a professor.
"How are you coping with school work this year?" Ron asked, "It's more than last year, that's for certain. And Hermione's refusing to let me copy her notes this time, even in History of Magic! No one takes notes in History of Magic except her!" He complained, over aggressively scrubbing another coat of arms.
"I don't think the work is that hard. Though Defence against the Dark Arts is a joke this year. I can't wait for next year's professor"
Ron rolled his eyes, used to those sort of comments from me. "I don't know why Hermione thinks Lockhart is so great?"
"She thinks that if Dumbledore chose him to be a Professor then it means he's good"
"But Dumbledore hired Quirrell, who was – you know – possessed by Voldemort" He only winced slightly at the name.
"Mistakes can be made" I shrugged. "At least it proved Voldemort was still alive out there. Next time we can be ready"
"Next time?"
"Yeah, you know, in a couple of years. Voldemort wants revenge on Harry so he's going to keep coming back. Luckily, my psychic abilities let me have the upmost trust in Harry that he's going to come out of this all just fine" If minus an owl. But I would save Hedwig if I could.
"We won't be able to defend ourselves against him if we don't have a good Defence against the Dark Arts teacher" said Ron, rolling his eyes.
"Just wait until next year, Ron" I smirked. Remus Lupin, the best Defence against the Dark Arts teacher in the books (unless Professor Merrythought was any good, but we will never know). I mean, Mad-Eye Moody was a good teacher, if it wasn't for him being a deatheater under Polyjuice, and didn't cast the Unforgivables on spiders and his students. Umbridge was of course, a deatheater sympathiser, tortured her students with blood quills and carved writing into their flesh, and she didn't actually teach anyone anything. Snape was still feared by everyone and then killed the Headmaster – so Dumbledore did great in hiring him. And then, Amycus Carrow. The deatheater who also tortured his students. After third year, defence went out the window.
"And I still can't find Scabbers" Ron groaned, rubbing his face. I turned my head away guiltily. The rat was still in my suitcase. "I lost him at home, of course, and Mum keeps looking around my room for him. She thinks he might have dozed off in my trunk, so he's at Hogwarts somewhere. Percy tried summoning him, but nothing happened"
"Maybe he died" I suggested, silently thanking Kreacher for spelling the cage unbreakable. Ron looked slightly crest-fallen. "He might not be though. I'm pretty certain you can't summon an animal or person. I've been practising my summoning charms. Look, I'll show you. Accio" I flicked my wand at a trophy across the room. It slid a couple of inches across the floor before stopping. I sighed. "See, something happened. But when I try to summon Mrs Norris. Accio Mrs Norris" I repeated the wand movement and nothing happened. "See. Maybe, Scabbers found a rat lady friend and started a family. If you don't find him by the end of the year, maybe your parents will let you get another pet. Like an owl"
"I want an owl. But they can't afford to buy me a new pet. Percy only got an owl last year because he was prefect"
"So when you become prefect, you'll get an owl"
"I won't be prefect. Harry will" Ron countered.
"Don't be so sure" I countered with a grin.
"Oh, and I never said it, Izzy, but good punch"
As I headed to Dumbledore's office, I was intercepted by two more red-heads. It was really not the time to see more of the Weasleys especially with my cargo.
Detention had finished with Ron just before curfew was implemented. He had said that if he had been doing it alone, it would have taken twice as long (which was just simple maths) and that he would never have gotten it done before curfew if I hadn't punched Malfoy in the face.
I had been intending to meet Dumbledore earlier, but it had to be pushed back due to my spur-of the-moment, non-regrettable tick of rash behaviour. As soon as Filch had checked the whole trophy room was shining, Ron had raced off to the Gryffindor common room to complain to Harry about the tedious work he was forced to do – but I knew Harry wouldn't have finished his detention, he would be hearing voices any time now, though. I had made my way hurriedly down to the Slytherin common room and expertly avoided Draco Malfoy who was still nursing his jaw – what a drama queen. Parkinson hadn't been so easily avoided. She had followed me up to the dormitory and gave me a 'thorough telling off' for punching her man. For which I responded with, "Are you sure he knows he's your man?" I was pretty certain Malfoy wasn't that interested in the brown-haired witch. She had stormed out after that, leaving me alone to extract the rat and his cage from my trunk and hide him in my bag for transportation.
So I was constantly aware of the wriggling body by my side and just praying he wouldn't start squeaking. Scabbers had been with the Weasley family for eleven years, and I was paranoid that they would recognise the sound of his squeaks and attack me for kidnapping the pet. They slung their arms around me and leaned in to whisper something in my ear about feathers.
Scabbers must have noticed their scent or recognised their sound of their voice as he suddenly squeaked loudly.
I yanked away from them and spun around to face them in a panic. "Before you say anything" I said rather loudly. Scabbers stopped squeaking. He had probably been knocked around a bit. I chewed my lip before going with the only thing I could think of that point, which was completely absurd. "I don't want you to reveal anything private or personal…because I am not Miss Deverill" The twins blinked at me. "I'm actually Professor Dumbledore polyjuiced to look like her"
They stared at me blankly and disbelievingly. "Why?" Fred asked.
That was a good question. "I have received information that something bad might happen on Halloween, so I went undercover to find out more"
"Do you do that often?" said George, sounding a little confused and breathless.
"From time to time" I answered indifferently. "And don't worry, this isn't illegal because Miss Deverill has given permission for me to be her for a day. She's waiting in my office and I really shouldn't leave her there for too long. She is expecting me back"
"That's why she often goes to your office. You're planning…plotting together" George guessed.
"Absolutely" I said.
"You said, you'd spent the day polyjuiced as her" Fred frowned, "Well you see, we wanted to congratulate Izzy for punching Malfoy in the face, but I guess those congratulations go to you then"
"Headmaster!" George gasped, "You punched Malfoy in the face!" He sounded scandalised.
"Yes" I nodded once, "Yes I did. Now excuse me, I have business to attend"
I strode off at a fast pace, struggling not to laugh the whole way in case Fred and George could still hear me. Their respect and admiration for the Headmaster had grown immensely in the past minute.
"Cauldron crackers" I told the gargoyle, which swiftly let me through and up the stairs. I wondered whether it was getting used to my constant comings and goings.
I was in too much of a jittery, excited mood to wait after knocking on the door, so I just flung it open and strode in. Leaning back against the door. Things had just gotten complicated and Dumbledore was likely to kill me. The bag squeaked again.
This is a nightmare.
It got worse.
I coughed as the occupants of the room turned to stare at me. "Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall. Professor Sprout. Professor Flitwick. Headmaster" I nodded at each of them respectfully. Peter squeaked again. "Headmaster" I said, loud enough for it to be weird. I needed to drown out the sound of the squeaking rat though "I really need to speak to you" I tried to convey the urgency but he just frowned at me for a moment.
"Can it wait a moment?" Dumbledore asked, "I'm just finishing up here"
"Absolutely" I muttered faintly.
"You're out after curfew" Snape said darkly. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the office.
The rat squeaked again, so I opened the bag. "Shut up" I hissed and went back to pacing. I could always tell Fred and George that it was a joke and I was just pretending. They'd probably be a little hurt but just laugh it off. And it didn't explain why I kept visiting the Headmaster's office and sometimes acted off. Plus, it made Dumbledore look awesome.
After a few more minutes, the heads of houses left the office, giving me curious looks as they passed. Snape looked particularly annoyed, while McGonagall had a calculating expression.
I hurried back inside the office before Pettigrew could start squeaking again.
"Miss Deverill, you are getting too familiar. The professors are starting to suspect something" Dumbledore said as soon as the door was shut.
"Sorry, Professor. Habit" I lied with a shrug. Let him think that we were friends in the future.
He nodded before glancing at me sternly, "I heard you had a fight earlier"
I swallowed nervously, "Malfoy called Hermione a mudblood so I reacted. No regrets"
Dumbledore sighed, before moving on. "So, what is it that is so urgent it had you running into the room like crazy?"
"Uh, can you put a silencing charm on my bag? I don't want him to hear us"
Dumbledore obliged before asking, "So you have the rat? Pettigrew?"
"Yep" I grinned before my face fell. "I had some difficulties getting him here?"
"Did he try to escape?"
"No" I answered slowly, "Not exactly" He waited for me to elaborate. I sighed. "Pettigrew has been the Weasley pet for eleven years and I sort of kidnapped him. But he was squeaking on the way over and I ran into Fred and George and I thought they were going to hear him so I acted a little strangely. And…it was the first thing that came to mind. Do you want to see the memory? It might make it easier" I gestured to the pensieve that was in its cabinet.
The headmaster regarded me warily, and I could see the possibilities of what happened running through his head. "Do you know how to remove a memory?"
"I don't know the spell" I shrugged, "But I know that I need to focus on the memory I want to extract"
He nodded and led me over the basin. I thought of the point Fred and George approached me until I had left and Dumbledore withdrew a glowing silvery strand of memory.
I waited patiently while he viewed the memory, nervously contemplating what his reaction would be. I certainly wasn't expecting him to stand back up and say, "You didn't do very well pretending to be me"
I opened my mouth in outrage, before replying, "What can I say? You're a good actor pretending to be me" I blinked at him hopefully. "You're not mad"
"That was really the first explanation you could think of?" He asked.
"I'm not very good at coming up with explanations on the spot"
"As you are a time-traveller I find that unlikely…and worrying"
I shrugged, "So are you going to go along with it, or am I going to have to tell the twins I was just joking around with them?" I asked. Dumbledore was taking a while to make up his mind, so I added, "Future you would have agreed to it. Anything to maintain the ruse"
Dumbledore blinked at me, "I doubt Fred and George would believe it if you told them you were just joking. They'd just think you were covering it up so they didn't tell anyone"
"They won't tell anyone" I said quickly. He looked doubtful. "I'll ask them not to. They think you're amazing and bad-ass now" I grinned and he sighed. "And you know, Headmaster, I heard you had a fight earlier. Didn't you punch Malfoy in the face? Thank you for defending my friend"
"It's past curfew, Miss Deverill"
I pouted, "Don't be like that. You're not in trouble with me" I laughed. "Anyway, I haven't even gotten to the main purpose of the meeting"
The headmaster sighed, "Fine" He waved his hand at the bag and the squeaking started again. I pulled the cage out of the bag and set it on the table.
"I think it's best if we keep him in rat form for now" I commented. Dumbledore summoned a house elf – Mitzy – to get rid of some of the charms from the cage, and I carefully removed the rat, holding him up and stretching one of it's legs towards Dumbledore. "See, missing a toe" I smiled. "Ouch. He bit me!" I shoved him roughly back in the cage, slamming the lid back on and sucking on my finger. "I've shown him nothing but care and love! I give him food to eat and a nice cage to live in. Even if he is in captivity. Then again, I'm trying to get him sent to Azkaban, so maybe it is right of him to bite me. Did you look into the Sirius Black case?"
"I've requested files. Once I've looked through them, I'll ask for a hearing where Black will be questioned under Veritaserum. Pettigrew will also be questioned under Veritaserum and we can find out the truth for once. I suspect someone will come to query my request, someone from the DMLE"
"As long as it gets done before the summer"
"What's happening in the summer?"
"Spoilers" I smirked.
"What's happening at Halloween?" I froze before realising I had mentioned it in the memory.
"Nothing you need concern yourself with" I replied quietly. "Now, can Pettigrew stay in your office? I think it's more secure than my dorm room"
"Sure" Dumbledore replied, "I'll keep him out of sight. Mitzy, you can put the charms back on now"
"I'll tell Fred and George not to mention your day as a student to anyone" I winked at him before descending from the office.
It was past curfew, but I wanted to find the twins right away. They might let something slip to Lee Jordan, and even if they didn't tell him the whole story he might be curious enough to look for the rest of it. If Lucius Malfoy found out that the Headmaster had supposedly punched his son in the face, Dumbledore might not remain Headmaster for long.
The only problem when I reached the fat lady portrait, was that I didn't know the password.
"What are you doing here?" The fat lady sneered, annoyed at being woken from her slumber.
"Lionheart?" I questioned.
"Slytherins are not allowed in the Gryffindor common room! Especially after curfew"
"So when it's not curfew, I'll be allowed in"
"Not at all, snake"
"Please, Madam, it's important"
"Absolutely not!"
Damn it.
"Izzy, what are you doing here?" Harry asked from behind me.
I spun around with a grin. "Harry, thank God. I need to get into your common room, it's urgent. Can you give the password?"
The poor boy looked exhausted and he rubbed his eyes as he said "Wattlebird"
"Thanks" I said, racing inside. The fat lady was looking very resigned as she swung closed again. She would probably change the password again as soon as possible. "Fred! George!" I yelled, before noticing them by the fireplace with their friends. They had better not be telling them anything.
"Izzy?" Ron asked as I walked past without greeting him, making a beeline for the fireplace.
"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked, and they crowded around the boy-who-lived. He would tell them about the voice.
"I need to talk to you" I told the twins.
"What are you doing in the Gryffindor common room past curfew?" Spinnet asked.
I ignored her and pulled the red-heads away from them by their sleeves. "Hey, snake-fox-"
"-or is it really you?" The other one finished.
"Yes it's me" I assured them, "Listen, you can't tell anyone anything-"
"We won't" George sounded shocked at the suggested.
"We know how to keep a secret"
"So what's going to happen-"
"-at Halloween?"
"We haven't worked that out yet" I lied.
"Did you get bitten by something?" Fred asked, grabbing my hands and peering at it closely.
I snatched my hand away from his grasp, "No, well yes. It was a fanged liquorice. Dumbledore has a bowl of them in his office and as I spent the day there…"
"Did you get to pretend to be him for a day too?"
I quickly shushed them, looking around to check no one was in listening distance. The closest were Harry, Ron and Hermione, but I didn't think they would have heard anything.
"No, I just have to lay low" I told them. "Anyway, Dumbledore sent me to check you wouldn't tell anyone. He only told you in the first place because he knows I trust you and he freaked out a little when you almost told him something he shouldn't have known. He didn't want to invade my privacy. And to be honest, if you'd told him about us being animagi, we would have had a problem"
"Yeah, well we know for next time. Don't mention A-N-I-M-A-G-I unless we're in the room of requirements" George muttered.
I rolled my eyes and Fred snorted.
"Hey, Izzy" Ron called as he came over to us, "Just wanted to know if your psychic abilities have shown anything bad happening recently"
I glanced over at Harry, "This is about the voices?"
"What voices?" Fred and George asked in unison.
"You know about the voices?" said Ron.
"Can you hear them too?" asked Harry eagerly.
"No, only you can hear them…I can just sense that they're there" I added as an afterthought.
"What do we do? Should we tell Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, "They said they were going to kill someone!"
"Hearing voices is not a good sign. I don't think you should tell Dumbledore. Keep this to yourself until you know more" They looked very worried. "My psychic abilities will warn me if someone is going to die, and unless something happens at the last minute, no one should die" Unless I screw up completely and instead of just petrifications, someone dies. "Anyway, it's past curfew, I should get back to the dungeons"
"Be careful! You don't want to be caught out late and given detention again" Hermione warned, though I noticed they didn't offer to lend me the invisibility cloak or the Marauder's map to make sure I didn't run into any trouble.
I made it all the way down to the main dungeon corridor before I ran into that trouble they had talked about.
"Well, well, Miss Deverill, out for a walk past curfew, are we? You know the rules"
"And you know exactly where I was, Snape, so cut the bullshit"
"Language, Miss Deverill"
"Ah pardon, tu préfères parler le français?"
"Enough" Snape said angrily.
"Why are you treating me like I'm the enemy?" I asked him finally, the frustration boiling over for some reason. I was tired and it was late. "I'm on your side"
I saw the moment he made the wrong conclusion in his eyes, "The war ended eleven years ago, how old were you then?" Technically, I wasn't even born, but in my persona, I would have been one. "So, your parents then. Inner circle? Who were they?"
"Not the deatheaters stupid. Your real side. I know you were a spy during the war. I'm on Dumbledore's side"
"The war's over"
"So why did Voldemort attack the school last year" I countered. "Also, you complain about me being up past curfew, but you're delaying me from returning to the dorm room" I sighed, "Look, I didn't mean to annoy in the first lesson and we sort of entered into a loop of mutual animosity. But can you please let me go back to the dorm. I'm tired and I just made a mess of something that Dumbledore's being really kind to help me with but I still almost messed up and I threw him under the bus to escape it and then I got bitten by a mass-murdering psychopath. It's really been a long day. And I'm sorry that I punched your godson in the face" I finished and without waiting for a reply, I left him standing in the cold corridor with a startled, yet confused expression.
NOTE: Apologies for swearing in this. Don't worry I'm not going to be making a habit of it, but she has a breaking point too. Plus, she's not actually a twelve-year-old girl who shouldn't be swearing that much, she's much older than her body.
Thank you to all my reviewers!