Chapter 18
Lol! Viper (sorry, I've momentarily forgotten your name * is embarrassed *) I will NOT punish you. . . * g *.
No, it wasn't the end, and I'm very, very sorry it was so short. . . all of Draco's chapters will be short for a while, so don't you worry.
Thanks to all reviewers!
And I will TELL you when it's ended. * G *
Thanks, Alysun.
DISCLAIMER: You must know this by now. . . the plot is mine, and that's it!
Things Started to Make Sense
The Head Master had called him up to his office to talk to him. He was worried. Very worried, in fact. What did the man know?! What if he had found out?!
Snape had managed to lock himself in a small room within his mind, torturing himself with these thoughts. He can't know anything, he rationalised with himself, after all, both times, they it had been in the middle of the night, and in Snape's rooms. Well, and the classroom, but that had been locked. And he would have had to been in the lesson to overhear when they were meeting.
Snape remained uneasy. There had been something foreboding and sinister in the way that Dumbledore had told him to go to his office. He can't know, he can't know. . .
He glanced at the clock. Three o' clock. Six and a half hours to go.
To pass the time, Snape picked up the letter that Lucius had written to him again, for the millionth time. He already knew it off by heart as it was, but still . . .He scanned through the letter briefly before letting it drop to the table, with a sigh. He turned to the books. Dillemand spoke it's message clearly enough, but Clarkes Notes. . . ? He had read through it, several times now, but still he didn't understand. Was it in the book? Was it about Clarkes? Clarkes life?
Severus rose from his chair and made his way to the library. It was fairly quiet; most students were in their dormitories or common rooms. A group of Gryffindor first year girls took fright at the sight of him, looming up in front of them, from behind the shelves.
As they scuttled out at top speed. Snape strode over to the shelves marked, "The History of Alchemy" It was small, for Hogwarts library, only spanning five shelves.
After looking through them, hopelessly, Snape pulled out a few of the more likely looking volumes and placed them onto an empty table. He sat himself down, and proceeded his tiresome task with little hope. He flicked through the indexes (a/n, why is it, that in the fourth book when Harry was looking for something to let him breathe under water, did they NOT look in the indexes? Surly someone as bookish as Hermione would know that?!) He searched long and hard, for four hours until he found what he wanted.
He stared at the ending passage unbelievingly. Narcissa? Surely not?
He stared. His own wife? But that was ludicrous. . .
He stared. Unless. . .
Snape slammed the book shut and earned a Death Stare from Madam Pince. Replacing the other volumes back to their designated shelves, he borrowed the book and left for his dungeons.
On reaching his destination, he opened the book up again, and re-read Lucius's letter.
Things started to make sense.