A/N: I know that you people wanna see Snape horribly, horribly killed and tortured. Yes, I do too. He will be. Hmm... (whistles) I wonder whewre Grandpa Damy went... (smirks) Okay, I'll shut up now.
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Damy at the Burrow
Chapter 3
Tight sheets and the smell of roses permeated my senses as I woke up, and I heard the plant singing.
"-next day's function,
High class luncheon,
Food is served and you're stone cold munching,
Music comes on and you start to dance- You've ate so much you nearly split your pants,
A girl starts walkin',
Guys start gawkin',
Sits down next to you and starts talking,
Says she wanna dance cause she likes to groove,
So come on, Fatso, and just bust-a-mo-"
Smack! The plant held a few tentacles up to its face and rubbed the sore spots. I closed my eyes again and fell against the sheets, my eyes dilated HUGE.
"Ouch! Is that the thanks I get for serenading the poor wounded boy?"
"Yes, you little git. You're worse than Malfoy! At least, before he was nice." Ron added carefully.
"That's better." It sounded like Draco, and he sounded a little peeved.
"Look guys, shut up before Pomfrey throws us out!" It sounded extremely feminine. Missy.
"Good idea."
"Very good."
The twins. They would agree with her, I thought wistfully.
"He's going to be okay, right?" That was Harry.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." Dean.
"Yeah. Don't give it a second thought, Har. He'll bounce back up with a flare as large as the sun!" Seamus. "Especially with Ron to help him through it."
I heard a loud 'OUCH' sound coming from Seamus' direction, and Dean was whispering to him.
"I only meant that he was going to Ron's house for the holiday break is all, jeez. Don't have a cow, Dean, I ain't accusing them of anything."
I heard two simultaneous grunts from the twin's directions.
Missy cleared her throat before she changed the subject.
"So, what do you think Grandpa Damy's at?"
"Wasn't he on Potion collecting duty from Snape?" Neville added loudly.
"Oh... Yeah..."
He hadn't really helped. All of a sudden, i felt a rush of flame on my legs as my familiars appeared, and scared nearly everyone out of their chairs.
"What'd me miss?"
"Yeah... Why's everyone in the medical room?"
They were hit by a few pillows, and they hmmphed before vanishing. I sat up. My eyes had adjusted to the lights.
"Hi guys!" I said, chipper. Everyone stared at me wide eyed, and the plant started singing another song.
"How ya feeling?" Seamus asked, and I smiled at him.
"Fine, except for my rump. It's all sore, and I have no clue why."
Everyone just looked at me oddly.
"What?"
Missy started hitting the plant, and finally got it to change channels.
"There we go, something from Moulin Rouge."
Everyone else was staring at me.
"What is it? Food on my face?"
That remark was remarkably... shunned.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked carefully.
"Yeah. Eyes having a hard time adjusting from the light, and my head's a little bit groggy, but other than that and my posterior, I'm fine."
"Sedative will do that to you." Hermione said, and blushed when the lyrics hit the fateful part.
//Come on and Love... OohHooHooBaby, Come on And Love...//
My eyes wdened in horror, and the entire night's worth last night rushed through the air, and hit me like a ton of bricks. Missy slapped the plant, and it changed to Sparkling Diamonds.
"Snape. Did you kill him?"
Everyone nodded their head solemnly.
"Good, because I want a piece of him. Maybe pay him back in spades."
Everyone's eyes widened at my remark, as if they were one Anime creature.
"Not like that. Though that would be nice. I just want to leave him ragged enough so that Grandpa can deal with him."
Missy's eyes bugged.
"Erm... Damy... Grandpa would kill him."
"I know. I'm just gonna have to have my fun while I can."
I slipped on some clothes, and pushed past them.
"LEON!!! KAIN!!!"
My familiars popped out of nowhere, and they looked odd. Kain had on a bath robe, and soap suds were in his hair. Leon had a toothbrush n his mouth.
"Yes?" they chorused at once.
"Why didn't you help me yesterday?"
Leon started rubbing his temples, and moaning. Kain pointed to his head.
"I have a nasty hangover. Went to a party last night and picked up a few chicks... And roosters... they were good, especally with the beer..." He said, burping up a few feathers. I just shook my head and turned towards Kain.
"And what about you?"
"I was... erm... Washing my hair."
"You're bald, and an imp. You have no hair."
"I didn't say washing, master. I was... Watching it, yes, that's it... I was watching it. Grow." he added, as an afterthought.
"So what happened?"
"Snape raped me."
They paled as much as they could.
"Seriously?"
"Yes. We, meaning all three of us, are going to torture him to the brink of death."
"Erm... Okay..."
"Glad you understand. Come with me."
We marched directly down to the potion's dungeon, and I gasped as I saw Grandpa down in the room.
"Grandpa? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to kill Snape. After a few years, of course."
"Excuse me?"
"Notice how he's strapped to the wall there?"
I looked, and nodded.
"He, dear boy, is going to be our guinea pig for potions."
"He is?"
"Yes. Now go lay back down, you need rest. I'm going to produce a Boil Antidote, and for that to work, I'll need to make a potion that will inflict boils, and use both of them on him."
A cruel, grandpa like smile. I hugged him, then rushed out into the hall. I ran back into the medical ward, and layed down again. I still didn't feel good. Although I felt *way* better. Especially when Ron told me his mother said I could come over for the holidays.
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Damy at the Burrow
Chapter 3
Tight sheets and the smell of roses permeated my senses as I woke up, and I heard the plant singing.
"-next day's function,
High class luncheon,
Food is served and you're stone cold munching,
Music comes on and you start to dance- You've ate so much you nearly split your pants,
A girl starts walkin',
Guys start gawkin',
Sits down next to you and starts talking,
Says she wanna dance cause she likes to groove,
So come on, Fatso, and just bust-a-mo-"
Smack! The plant held a few tentacles up to its face and rubbed the sore spots. I closed my eyes again and fell against the sheets, my eyes dilated HUGE.
"Ouch! Is that the thanks I get for serenading the poor wounded boy?"
"Yes, you little git. You're worse than Malfoy! At least, before he was nice." Ron added carefully.
"That's better." It sounded like Draco, and he sounded a little peeved.
"Look guys, shut up before Pomfrey throws us out!" It sounded extremely feminine. Missy.
"Good idea."
"Very good."
The twins. They would agree with her, I thought wistfully.
"He's going to be okay, right?" That was Harry.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." Dean.
"Yeah. Don't give it a second thought, Har. He'll bounce back up with a flare as large as the sun!" Seamus. "Especially with Ron to help him through it."
I heard a loud 'OUCH' sound coming from Seamus' direction, and Dean was whispering to him.
"I only meant that he was going to Ron's house for the holiday break is all, jeez. Don't have a cow, Dean, I ain't accusing them of anything."
I heard two simultaneous grunts from the twin's directions.
Missy cleared her throat before she changed the subject.
"So, what do you think Grandpa Damy's at?"
"Wasn't he on Potion collecting duty from Snape?" Neville added loudly.
"Oh... Yeah..."
He hadn't really helped. All of a sudden, i felt a rush of flame on my legs as my familiars appeared, and scared nearly everyone out of their chairs.
"What'd me miss?"
"Yeah... Why's everyone in the medical room?"
They were hit by a few pillows, and they hmmphed before vanishing. I sat up. My eyes had adjusted to the lights.
"Hi guys!" I said, chipper. Everyone stared at me wide eyed, and the plant started singing another song.
"How ya feeling?" Seamus asked, and I smiled at him.
"Fine, except for my rump. It's all sore, and I have no clue why."
Everyone just looked at me oddly.
"What?"
Missy started hitting the plant, and finally got it to change channels.
"There we go, something from Moulin Rouge."
Everyone else was staring at me.
"What is it? Food on my face?"
That remark was remarkably... shunned.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked carefully.
"Yeah. Eyes having a hard time adjusting from the light, and my head's a little bit groggy, but other than that and my posterior, I'm fine."
"Sedative will do that to you." Hermione said, and blushed when the lyrics hit the fateful part.
//Come on and Love... OohHooHooBaby, Come on And Love...//
My eyes wdened in horror, and the entire night's worth last night rushed through the air, and hit me like a ton of bricks. Missy slapped the plant, and it changed to Sparkling Diamonds.
"Snape. Did you kill him?"
Everyone nodded their head solemnly.
"Good, because I want a piece of him. Maybe pay him back in spades."
Everyone's eyes widened at my remark, as if they were one Anime creature.
"Not like that. Though that would be nice. I just want to leave him ragged enough so that Grandpa can deal with him."
Missy's eyes bugged.
"Erm... Damy... Grandpa would kill him."
"I know. I'm just gonna have to have my fun while I can."
I slipped on some clothes, and pushed past them.
"LEON!!! KAIN!!!"
My familiars popped out of nowhere, and they looked odd. Kain had on a bath robe, and soap suds were in his hair. Leon had a toothbrush n his mouth.
"Yes?" they chorused at once.
"Why didn't you help me yesterday?"
Leon started rubbing his temples, and moaning. Kain pointed to his head.
"I have a nasty hangover. Went to a party last night and picked up a few chicks... And roosters... they were good, especally with the beer..." He said, burping up a few feathers. I just shook my head and turned towards Kain.
"And what about you?"
"I was... erm... Washing my hair."
"You're bald, and an imp. You have no hair."
"I didn't say washing, master. I was... Watching it, yes, that's it... I was watching it. Grow." he added, as an afterthought.
"So what happened?"
"Snape raped me."
They paled as much as they could.
"Seriously?"
"Yes. We, meaning all three of us, are going to torture him to the brink of death."
"Erm... Okay..."
"Glad you understand. Come with me."
We marched directly down to the potion's dungeon, and I gasped as I saw Grandpa down in the room.
"Grandpa? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to kill Snape. After a few years, of course."
"Excuse me?"
"Notice how he's strapped to the wall there?"
I looked, and nodded.
"He, dear boy, is going to be our guinea pig for potions."
"He is?"
"Yes. Now go lay back down, you need rest. I'm going to produce a Boil Antidote, and for that to work, I'll need to make a potion that will inflict boils, and use both of them on him."
A cruel, grandpa like smile. I hugged him, then rushed out into the hall. I ran back into the medical ward, and layed down again. I still didn't feel good. Although I felt *way* better. Especially when Ron told me his mother said I could come over for the holidays.
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