Lucy dove at the fallen angel with her dagger before she could answer Harry, trying for the element of surprise.
It worked slightly, for it did put her within reach of the fallen angel. Instead of cutting him though, one long fingered hand reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could stab him. The fingers clenched tighter and tighter until her hand dropped the dagger. Still, the man's grip didn't loosen at all.
Squeezing tighter, Lucy felt the bones of her wrist grind together and then a snap as something cracked.
She ground her own teeth together but couldn't completely stop the slight groan that left her lips.
"You are weak! Why would anyone have given such a small slip of a girl an angel's powers is beyond me. There have been mighty warriors, strong and powerful already, who were better deserving of such a blessing. Still, we will remove you now, shall we?" the man said, raising Lucy with every word until she was dangling by her broken wrist, all of the weight of her body pulling on it.
She glared at the creature through watery eyes, tears she couldn't stop running down her face.
Refusing to look defeated, even if she was, Lucy continued to glare at the fallen angel, hoping to at least distract him from Harry.
Then a flash of white so blinding she had to close her eyes.
Her body sagged in relief, only one type of creature appeared in such a fashion. Confirming her suspicions, the fallen angel dropped her to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"Michael," the man spat out, and Lucy opened her eyes in surprise. She had expected Carver to have arrived or even Fleecian who had been training her.
Sure enough, though, one of the oldest angels in existence stood before her, though little besides his eyes even suggested his age. Tall man with dark skin ensconced in Army style fatigues, he stared down at the fallen angel, face more apathetic than she would have expected.
"Netan'el, what are you doing here?" Michael entoned.
The fallen angel shuddered as though Michael had poured ice down his shirt, "Don't call me that! I'm going by Nathaniel now, or Nate."
"Netan'el, I will not repeat myself," Michael said.
The creature glared, and stomped his feet a few times, "It's not right. A creature such as her. Able to use our magic. It's unnatural."
"Unnatural is an angel using his magic to go against Heaven," Michael replied, stepping closer to Lucy. Nate took a step back away from the other angel, his face already turning sulky.
"I will still fight you for her. I have my orders," he complained.
"And you will lose," Michael said.
The creature shrugged, "Probably, but I'm still going to try."
Michael nodded his head, "There is a strange sort of honor in following your commands, even if you chose the wrong commander. Would you like to tell me who ordered her death?"
Nate's reply was to swing his sword.
Then the two were moving, almost faster than even Lucy could follow. Only years of work as a Seeker allowed her to keep Michael's own sword, Nate deflected it rather than bracing against it fully. Despite Nate's own belief he would lose, he seemed sneaky enough to possibly take out Lucy while losing himself. Rather than trying to defeat Michael, he mostly seemed to try to get close enough to Lucy to harm her.
"Leave the girl alone, Netan'el," Michael warned him, "If you harm her, I will kill you in a much more painful manner."
Their swords sent a shower of sparks over the children's heads, and Lucy and Harry ducked down lower into the dead leaves of the forest.
"Death is always painful," Nate said with a glib smile, but his shoulders tensed.
"I weary of this battle," Michael took his huge broadsword and swiped. Nate tried to block it, but Michael had swung with so much force that the fallen angel's sword was cleaved in half. Lucy was so distracted watching the top of the sword fall that she nearly missed that Michael sword had not flinched in its swing at all.
It seemed as though he had missed when Nate suddenly dropped to his knees. As his knees hit, the force loosened his entire head which left his neck and hit the dirt with a squelching sound. Blood, the silver of an angel rather than the red of humans, flowed out from the cleanly severed neck and pooled into the forest floor.
Michael turned and stood over the two teenagers huddled on the forest floor, Lucy cradling her broken wrist to her chest, Harry staring with a gaping mouth. Yet when Michael got close, Harry stood up swiftly and stepped in front of Lucy.
"I don't know who you are, but I am warning-"
Michael reached out a single hand and touched Harry's forehead, the boy crumpling to the ground in front of him. Lucy tried to catch him, and managed to soften his fall though she wasn't able to completely grab him with a broken wrist. She glared up at the angel.
"What did you do to him?" Lucy demanded.
"I put him to sleep," Michael said.
"Will he remember all of this?" she asked.
"Yes, though I could take his memories if you wish?" Michael offered.
Lucy considered it, "Do you have to? Like, is there a law about humans knowing about angels?"
Michael shook his head, "No, there have always been those humans who see beyond the veil naturally, but it will be quite a story for you to tell. And now that he has been exposed, unless we remove the memories, he will begin to see through the veil more often, much like yourself."
"But he won't be able to perform angel magic, right?" Lucy checked, not wanting to burden the original version of herself with any more responsibilities.
"Certainly not," Micahel said.
"Leave them then, I'll explain to him. It gives me an opportunity to be more honest with him," she decided.
He nodded once, "Would you like me to fix your wrist?"
"Please," she agreed, holding it out to him.
She had not expected the pain, assuming incorrectly that angel healing would be painless. Instead, it felt as though she was reliving the break over again as bones seemed to crush together.
Gritting her teeth together, a slight growl of pain left her. Michael's eyes seemed amused as he watched her, though it was hard to tell for certain with no smile. Defiance filled her own eyes as she met his eyes full on and glared.
"You could have warned me," she bit out when the pain had stopped, twisting her wrist to check the mobility. The healing may have been painful but it worked wonderfully.
"I had figured Carver would have healed you at some point in your experiences with him. Goodbye Lucy Ogden. Try to keep out of trouble. I will not return to save you next time you get into such an event," he told her before flashing away without warning. She shut her eyes as soon as she realized what he was doing, but they still burned slightly afterward.
"Jerks, all of them," she muttered to herself, walking over to Harry.
She shook him roughly, impatient for him to wake back up.
"Lucy, wha- what happened? I had the weirdest dream with angels and demons-" opening his eyes all of the way, Harry took in the forest around him and sat straight up. He turned to Lucy with wide green eyes, taking in the silver blood and headless body next to them, "It wasn't a dream was it?"
"Nope," she popped the p.
A sparkling sound filled the forest around them. Turning, the pair watched in bemused silence as the fallen angel's body disintegrated in a shower of black sparks, even the blood quickly fading to nothing.
"Huh, I didn't know that's what happened when they died. And he was a fallen angel, not a demon," she toed the area where the body had been, ground and leaves bearing a slight scorch mark, before shrugging and turning back to Harry.
"Is there a difference?" Harry asked.
"Of course, demons are much weaker. I would've at least stood a chance against them," she said.
Harry opened his mouth several times to say things before shutting them again. Finally, she grabbed one of his hands and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on, I'll explain on the way back to the house," she said.
Harry glanced back once at the scorch mark, "You know, the fallen angel is now eligible for the headless hunt."
She was suddenly giggling, "You mean unlike Nearly Headless Nick?"
Harry let out his own laugh, "Yes, exactly."
Lucy sighed, "So angels and demons and fallen angels are all real."
Harry's eyebrows raised slightly, "Heaven and hell?"
"Supposedly, I haven't been there personally," Lucy said.
"Strange, cause you often seem like my own personal hell," Harry said.
She jabbed a finger into his side, and he hopped slightly away from her.
"OK, OK, let me try to catch up. So normal wizards can't see them typically, right?" she nodded, "They have their own form of magic, a bit like the thestrals?"
"You've seen thestrals?" she asked him.
He raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, ever since first year with Scarlet. Bit of a shock, really."
She wondered at that, but then decided she'd passed out the original timeline before actually seeing Quirrell die. It made sense that Harry could see them though.
Finally, she realized he was staring at her expectantly and nodded again.
"And you were never planning on telling any of us about them?" he guessed.
She said, "No, it seemed dangerous."
"But why can you see them? Just from being a seer?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Something like that... "
"Is this another thing you're not going to explain fully?" he demanded, hands on his hips.
"Sorry, hopefully one day?" she offered. He sighed deeply, before rolling his eyes skyward.
"Listen, ask me any question you want, and I'll answer as many as I can," she said.
"Fine, I'll take what I can get. But one day, you will tell me everything. This connection between us, where it came from, what that man was saying about you being able to do angel magic, all of it, promise?" he said.
She nodded quickly, "I promise. Let's just get rid of Voldemort for now, and we'll go from there."
"Deal," he said.
Walking back into the Ogden residence, they spent the rest of Christmas acting as though nothing had just happened out in the woods. To be fair, the pair of Firebolts that Sirius had bought them served as a welcome distraction.
Late at night, Lucy waited up in her room until everyone had fallen asleep.
"Carver," she called softly.
Silently, his flash of light filled the room, and he appeared onto the cushioned seat in her room. His business suit looked as though he had slept in it, and his hair was unusually ruffled. She looked over him carefully, noting the slight shimmer on his pant leg, suggesting angel blood. Going up to his face, she met his eyes.
"Are you alright?" she asked him.
"I am fine. All of my wounds have been healed."
"What's happening, Carver? Where were you?" she asked, not as harshly as she might have otherwise. Clearly he had not simply been neglecting her.
At that question, he dropped her gaze, "I cannot tell you."
She took a deep breath, and opened her mouth before remembering that she had told Harry nearly the same words earlier, "Fine. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No."
There was a quiet pause.
"I am sorry that I was not in the woods to assist you. I did what I could, sending Michael."
She glanced back at him, "You sent Michael?"
"I sent out a cry for help for you. He answered it. I did not specifically choose him," Carver clarified, before holding up a hand, "No, I do not know why he chose to help you."
"Well, I'm glad he did," she said, before reaching to her nightstand, "I made a thank you gift for him today. Can you pass them on to him?"
She handed the angel a plate of chocolate chip cookies. A single eyebrow rose on his forehead.
"Please, as though you didn't eat all of my mother's cooking when you would visit when I was a child. I know you angels have a sweet tooth, and it seemed appropriate after he saved my life," Lucy said.
Carver inclined his head, "I will pass them on to him. For now, child, sleep in peace. I will guard you tonight with no interruptions."
She fell into a deep sleep that night, exhaustion mixing with weariness.
Lucy brought Blaise over for the rest of the break the next day.
He glared at her balefully, "Why did you get me at 7am the day after Christmas?"
"Come on, come on, check out what I got for Christmas!" she urged him.
He gaped at her when he got to the open field behind Ogden's residence. Dark eyes flickered from the broom to Lucy and back.
"Is that?"
"Yep! The new Firebolt!"
He held it reverently, "Who bought you this?"
"Sirius, got Harry one too since his died an honorable death at the hands of the Whomping Willow. Didn't want me to be left out," she smiled.
"Can I marry him?"
"No relationships with minors, sorry Lucy's friend," Sirius called from where he and Remus were lounging on a patio slightly closer to Ogden's house. "Contact me again when you're legal."
"I will be!" Blaise called, and they laughed while Lucy shoved the broom into Blaise's hands.
"Go on, you can have a go!" she told him.
The rest of break passed quickly in a blur of flying and fun, giving Lucy a brief reprieve from the craziness of the school year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time break~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back at Hogwarts for the spring term, Lucy felt the tightness of the restrictions on her because of Pettigrew anew after the relative freedom of her own house. First Hogsmeade weekend back, she and Harry watched from the entrance hall as their various friends waved goodbye.
"I'll bring you back some chocolates," Blaise offered with a grin.
"Sure you don't want us to stay? I probably should be working on schoolwork anyway, we could revise together," Hermione offered. The twins were on either side of her, seeming to literally pull her away.
"Ignore her, she's not allowed to stay," Fred said.
"She's got to help us buy something," George agreed.
Lucy gave a halfhearted grin to the group, "No, no, the twins are right. You need a break, Hermione."
Off to the side, she could hear Ron talking to Harry, "Right, mate, well have fun. I'll bring something back for you."
"Enjoy the weekend," Harry said, sounding sad himself.
They waved until they were out of sight before turning around and heading to the library.
"Not sneaking into the village today?" Lucy taunted him.
He glared at her, "Keep your voice down, would you? No, not today. I was nearly caught last time, as you well know. Snape assigned me a detention just for seeming suspicious, even though he couldn't prove I had been away from the castle."
After an hour of school related reading for Lucy, while Harry mostly just enchanted several pieces of scrap paper into a caricature of birds, Lucy let her chin rest on her hands on the table. Harry paused, his paper birds chirping once before falling to the ground.
"Whatcha thinking about? You look all constipated when you try to think," he said.
She glared at him, "At least all of my friends are capable of intelligent thought."
"Hey! Ron tries his best," Harry said.
"The fact you knew exactly which friend I was talking about proves my point."
"Take back what you said about my brother," a wand was suddenly pointed directly into Lucy's face, causing her to sit up straighter, eyes following up the wand to a pale freckled arm up to the angry brown eyes of Ginerva Weasley.
"And if I don't?" Lucy said.
Harry had stood up, and he tried to step between the two girls, "Ginny, what are you doing?"
"I'm so sick of this little brat always saying stuff about my brother. You think we don't hear you, fairy girl?" she said, stepping around Harry.
"Everything's fine," Harry tried again.
"It's not like I'm lying," Lucy said.
"Right, like you never lie? Everyone knows you're touched in the head, constantly making stuff up, seeing things no one else does. At least Ron is sane," Ginny laughed once, cruelly.
Harry's face hardened while he looked at Ginny like he'd never seen her before, "Stop this Ginny. Lucy is not crazy."
Ginny faltered once when she saw how angry Harry looked, "Harry? What's the matter?"
"You shouldn't have said that Ginny," Harry said, "Lucy and I were kidding around about Ron, but you meant those things about Lucy."
"But I'm not wrong! She's a horrid little thing, she's always saying stuff!" Ginny huffed, looking like the spoiled, long awaited daughter that she had been raised as.
"You are wrong. Lucy is not crazy, and this is not a good attitude for you," Harry said, "Come on, Lucy, we'll go study somewhere else."
Lucy glared at the girl, before following Harry, deciding that fighting Ginny would probably do more to prove Ginny's point than Harry's.
Out in the hallway, she was surprised at how loud Harry's steps were before realizing that he was stomping along in anger.
"Hey, why are you so mad?" she asked as she put up a privacy charm in the empty hallway.
Harry whirled around, "Because of what she was saying!"
She glanced at him, "Because of her words or because you're noticing that more people agree with her than disagree?"
"Fine, that! Doesn't it bother you too? You're saving most of their lives, and they're constantly talking about you," Harry finally said.
Lucy shrugged, "It did, once upon a time. But it's alright. I have my friends, my family, and I know why I am doing what I'm doing. Sometimes it does grate on my nerves, but today isn't one of those days."
"It's not fair!" Harry said.
She smiled at him gently, "Harry, you know just as well as I do that life isn't fair. I tried to rescue you from the Dursleys and then you ended up with the Sternwoods. That wasn't fair."
They stood there for a minute with the privacy charms, Lucy looking through her books while Harry stomped back and forth within the boundaries of the charms, calming down.
Then Luna stepped into the privacy charms, pale silvery eyes wide, a slight smile on her face.
"Uh, hey Luna," Lucy said.
"Hi Luna," Harry growled out, frustration still clear.
"Hello," Luna said, then stared past Lucy. Lucy glanced over her shoulder, but stopped when she saw Carver standing there.
"Luna, whatcha doing?" Lucy said slowly.
"Moon frogs are so rare, I just wanted to say hello," Luna said, continuing to stare at Carver, "And perhaps discuss breathing apparatus used."
"Moon frogs?" Lucy asked.
"Yes, you have a rather large one behind you. Don't be scared, despite the glowing, they are quite safe for humans," Luna nodded once when she was finished.
Harry and Lucy turned as one to stare at Carver who looked impassively back at them.
"Right, thank you for telling us Luna. How's your day going?" Harry asked.
"Good, in fact, I was on my way to document a strange uprising of first year Ravenclaws. They seem to be leading a charge against Professor Trawleny," Luna added.
"Ok, well better get back to that," Harry said, "We were just going to go -uh - work on school work."
"Against Professor Trawlany?" Lucy asked as Harry dragged her away.
"I don't have time for that right now. Luna Lovegood knows about angels!" Harry said.
Lucy shrugged, "I didn't know for sure, but I suspected. Carver, could she see you? Oh, Harry, have you met Carver yet?"
Carver waved once, "I am Lucy's guardian angel. Miss Lovegood seems to be able to see me, but not as I truly am. A distorted view if you will. And no, Lucy, I do not know why she is able to see my kind. She seems to simply be one who can see through the veil, if not completely."
Harry ran a frustrated hand through his messy black hair, "Why is my life never simple?"
"Was that rhetorical?" Lucy asked, and Harry swatted at her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Break~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Watching Cedric win against Cho Chang reminded her of the game against Harry earlier in the year, cut short by the Dementors and Cedric catching the snitch.
It had been bittersweet to watch that match from the outside. This time of course, she was cheering for the Hufflepuffs, but it really wasn't a fair fight. The dementors and Harry's bad reaction certainly skewed the win. Having practiced with Cedric, though, she still wasn't sure if he would have won either way. He didn't win in previous years, he had always lost to Harry, but Cedric had changed over the summer. He had practiced more, and grown significantly taller. Now, his longer arms may have allowed him to win. Certainly, his eyesight was nearly as good as Harry, always catching on to things she wanted to hide from him.
She cursed that the dementors had caused them to be unable to know for sure.
Her own wand trained on Harry, just in case, she watched the power rise off of Dumbledore as his magic caught Harry midair. She shivered.
Some people had too much power. Power corrupting and all that.
Dumbledore was manipulative, and he wasn't afraid to be cruel if it suited his purposes, but he had come upon his reputation of power honestly. Voldemort and Dumbledore truly were powerhouses.
Blaise grabbed her after the game, "No playing time today?"
She snorted at him, "I am just the reserve seeker. Another two years of Cedric after this year."
He nodded, "Bad luck, Cedric only being in third year when you were in first."
Catching his pale face, Lucy looked her friend over. A slight tremble affected his fingers and his normally dark skin was ashy looking. A tightness drew his eyebrows together, suggesting a deep pain.
"Blaise?" she asked.
"My control isn't the best today," he muttered slowly, knowing what she was asking.
"Do you need me?" she offered.
His reply was stopped by a group of players going by. Alex shot them a grin, but Cedric's face was more serious. She remembered how he was the first to notice she was a Seer, and she wondered now how much he saw in her friend.
Once they had passed, Blaise said so softly she had to lean closer, "I'm fine. Just tired. The full moon affects more than just your actual godfather."
With a lowly muttered curse at the reminder, she headed towards Remus' offices, bringing Blaise along. She made him stop by the kitchens, grabbing several mugs of warm hot chocolate.
Knocking, she announced it was herself and Blaise. It wasn't surprising for a large grim like dog to seemingly open the door and guide them into where Remus was laying on the couch in his outer sitting room, one long arm draped over closed eyes.
Lucy sat the mug within reach and settled into one of the armchairs, Blaise claiming the other one. Sirius curled up on the rug in front of the large stone fireplace. While a bit of sweat dripped down her own back and Sirius panted in dog form, Remus and Blaise seemed to appreciate the bit of warmth from the fire.
"Do you need anything else?" she directed it mainly at Remus, but Blaise knew she was asking him as well.
"Not at the moment, thank you," Remus offered and a comfortable silence settled over the group.
Lucy considered her next question, "Remus, has Harry come to you about Patronus lessons?"
Remus didn't even open an eye, "He did in fact."
"Good, good, he needs them," Lucy nodded along with her words.
"Don't you as well?" Remus questioned.
She grinned despite herself, and raised her bracelet, leaving her wand in her pocket for once.
Drawing upon the memory of when Remus asked to be her godfather, with her parents there and Sirius laughing, she drew upon everything light within. Her happiness. Her joy.
Her peace.
With a slight swish and a whisper, "Expecto Patronum," her patronus materialized.
She watched fascinated as it took form. With a bit of a sigh, she was pleased to see it for its old stag form. Despite everything that had happened to her, taking on a different body, traveling through time, becoming part angel, she was still the same person at heart.
Still, she wondered at the fact that she'd have to explain why her and Harry had the same Patronus. The first person to imply there was anything romantic between the two would probably get punched.
She shuddered.
Just the thought was disgusting. A bit like the idea of having a crush on Dudley.
Remus opened his eyes to take in the sight, and Blaze was sitting up straighter in his own seat
The stag walked around the room offering a gentle hello to all three people who were so important to Lucy. Ignoring dark leanings any of them may have, the being simply brought comfort.
"No patronus lessons for you then," Remus muttered and laid back down, less tense than before.
"I was wondering if you might want to teach our entire group the Patronus charm, though. Now, with the dementors, there's the immediate need for them to learn it, but we don't know what the future may hold either. Could always be useful," she said.
"It is quite an advanced charm," Sirius' voice suddenly popped up as the man himself changed back, unconsciously remaining lounging on the rug, "Do you think they'll be able to perform it?"
She shrugged, "Truthfully, I don't know. I've seen them as fifth years succeeding, but it wouldn't hurt to try now. Even if they only learn the theory behind it, maybe it would be enough in a time of emergency."
"Fair enough," he agreed.
"Can anyone learn it?" Blaise asked, hesitating so unlike the normally confident boy, "It is one of the most famously light charms out there."
Remus opened his eyes at that, an understanding existing between the two. He knew that Blaise knew that he was a werewolf, so he simply said, "I can perform it."
Blaise nodded, just looking thoughtful.
The next morning at breakfast, Draco loudly bragged about Buckbeak's trial going in Malfoy's favor.
"So the brute will be put down within the fortnight. Good riddance my father says, any beast that would dare to injure a Malfoy," Draco was boasting.
Lucy looked across the room and spotted Harry's white knuckled grip on his fork, as well as the murderous look on Ron's.
She made a face at Blaise to get his attention before drawing the dark eyes towards the Gryffindor table with a move of her head. Blaise gave a long suffering sigh before muttering something too low for Lucy to hear to Pansy Parkinson sitting next to him. Pansy grinned gleefully before announcing whatever new gossip Blaise had just unleashed. Lucy gave him a grateful smile as Draco's attention was drawn into the new conversation.
A fight had at least been avoided while she considered the best way to save Buckbeak, capture Pettigrew, and get rid of the Dementors.
"You know, you do not have to fix every problem around you," Carver's voice made her jump slightly and glance over her shoulder.
She opened her mouth to reply, but a single calloused finger went to his lips, reminding her they were in the Great Hall. Closing her mouth, she turned around to spot Hannah giving her a sideways glance as the other girl scooted further away from her on the bench. Blushing lightly, she considered his words. It was as though he had read her mind, though he had assured her multiple times that he couldn't.
Quietly, she muttered, "Isn't that why I'm here?"
Omake
Ignoring the bemused glances of her housemates as she stood up, Lucy decided that a bit of a prank would at least lighten the serious atmosphere she had found herself in. Plus, she had a prank war to retaliate.
Walking up to the Head Table, she stopped directly in front of Snape and stood there grinning.
The potions master made a valiant effort to simply ignore the girl, continuing to read through his potions periodical. The spearing motion, as though he were stabbing a vicious opponent, of his fork through his eggs revealed more of his emotions.
Lucy continued grinning, patient as could be.
Finally, Flitwick cleared his throat.
Snape's black eyes snapped to the smaller man.
Flitwick grinned unrepentantly, "Severus, I believe young Ogden wishes to speak to you."
"What?" he finally growled at her, voice low from the early hour of the day.
"I got you a gift for being my most favorite professor ever," she said.
"He's your favorite?" Remus couldn't help but question from two seats down, clearly eavesdropping along with the other professors.
"Sorry, Lupin, don't take it personally, Ms Ogden has been quite enamored with Snape since her first year," McGonagall cut in, clearly still amused by the situation.
Lucy nodded once at Remus, "You're cool, but not as cool as Snape. Maybe you can be my second favorite?"
"That's professor to you!" Snape snarled while Remus fake pouted.
"Anyway, here's the gift!" she sat a large, pink, glittery bag on the table before nearly skipping away.
Blaise and Draco watched the events from the Slytherin table.
"What do you think she put in there?" Draco finally asked, watching Snape poke the bag several times with his wand.
"Something insulting," Blaise returned.
"Isn't the bag itself completely that task?" Draco mused.
Snape pulled something out that looked suspiciously like a bottle of shampoo. With a wordless growl of rage, he vanished the entire gift, and lurched from his seat, only to still like a statue as a giant cloud of pink glitter burst onto him.
Lucy paused in the doorway and turned back, "Professor Snape, you activated the glitter bomb confetti! Excellent job! I charmed it to shower the confetti when you were finished with the gift, like a special bonus gift."
She left then before Snape could maim her.
The man stood very still for a long period of time.
"Flitwick?" he finally muttered.
"Yes?" the smaller man had been laughing quite hard, but he managed to get the yes out.
"If I try to vanish the glitter, is there a charm on it to make it multiply instead?" Snape clarified.
"Ohhh, yes, indeed," the half-goblin descended back into laughter.
"Detention Ogden," Snape snarled, even though the girl was no longer physically there, "And you as well Diggory and Russo."
"Why us?" Alex sounded offended.
"For not restraining her," Snape stood there for another minute before a truly terrifying grin spread across his face.
Several first years squeaked out loud in fright, which caused the grin to spread further.
Snape turned towards Remus.
"What?" Remus asked defensively.
"This means you're next, Mr. Second favorite," he said before leaving, grin never leaving while Remus' face paled.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! Hopefully only one more chapter after this for third year!
Please leave any ideas for omakes in a review and I will happily write them out as I am able.
In addition, leave any questions or constructive criticisms in a review. I love learning and improving my writing trade, so I look forward to anything you guys may find. I try to build up stuff in the story, not just revealing it right away, so I enjoy hearing your theories.