*Ok here it is the newest chapter…sorry it took so long pleaz read and review…cause I love you! Enjoy *
Chloe's head shook, she just couldn't understand. She knew Snape was an Ass but she never thought he could be a murderer. Her only hope was to Make sure Lockhart could see them. Snape would never kill her in front of another teacher.
"Yes, Well you seem to have this under control." Lockhart said as he began to slip way.
"WAIT!" Chloe screamed in spite of her self.
"yes wait," Snape echoed much to Chloe's surprise. "I need you here to be a witness to this poor girls insanity."
"Now Severus, insanity is a bit strong now isn't it. Just because some people care about their physical performance and physical appearance doesn't mean that they are loony. I my self have been known to take midnight runs." Lockhart said with a flashy smile.
"I am not talking about her running," Snape began maliciously " I am talking about her delusional ranting about a mysterious killer."
"I AM NOT DELUSIONAL!" Chloe said finally breaking free of Snape's grasp. "If you don't believe me see for your self. It's knocked-out down the hall." Chloe began to walk down the hall. "Come on I'll show you."
Snape and Lockhart followed her reluctantly. As they turned the corner Chloe pointed to a dark patch of something crumpled on the floor.
"There." She whispered.
Snape looked at her with the same distaste as before but this time there was something else, apprehension? With wand drawn he cautiously approached the dark heap. Lockhart who looked as pale as nearly headless Nick stayed next to Chloe muttering something about protecting the student if it should finish Snape off. Chloe and Lockhart stood in silence as Snape neared the thing.
"lumos" he whispered and the tip of his wand lit up emitting a small circle of light around him.
Snape drew in a breath and then stepped in front of the heap. He moved his wand over it and suddenly gave a small shout. But not of fear, of anger.
"What do you take me for? A fool" Snape's voice was shaking with rage as he stood up with a pile of old robes in his hand. "I suppose this is just an excuse to get out of the extra potions class that you brought upon yourself and your fellow Gryffindors." Snape was spitting with rage as he stood face to face with Chloe. "No doubt you thought you could fool this pathetic excuse for a teacher," he gestured at Lockhart who was curled in a ball with his hands over his eyes, he obviously didn't realize the thing was a pile of rags, "get out of my class, and sneak off to some room with that boy. Well unlucky for you that I came along."
"I don't understand…there was a thing right here, it was gray with big moon eyes it was following me from Dumbledore's office." Chloe began franticly "It cornered me here, I don't know what I did but the next thing I knew I had raised my hand and it was in the air hovering right there, and then it just feel."
"Well if your telling the truth then we can find out. Give me your wand and let's see if the last spell you used was a hovering charm."
"But I don't have my wand, it's in the dormitory, and anyways I didn't use it I just rose my hand and…" Chloe was stopped by the look on Snape's face. it was somewhere between pure hatred and pure disbelief. It took a minuet before he said anything. But when he did it was in the most menacing tone and made Chloe's blood run cold.
"Don't say such disgusting lies, you better watch you mouth or it'll get you into a lot of trouble. 25 points from Gryffindor. You should no better then to run around late at night, people might get ideas about you. and if I ever hear so say lies like that again it'll 250. Now follow me or you'll make us late for class twice in one day." Snape turned to Lockhart "Get up" He snapped
Lockhart looked out from between if hands.
"It's over is it" He said shakily. "Well good show Severus, now what dark creature were we dealing with." Lockhart stood himself up and regained his flashy smile
"Old Rags." Snape sneered as he tossed the old robes into Lockhart's hands.
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The Gryffindor second years were huddled outside of Snape's class room with scowls on their faces. When Chloe approached with Snape not one of them would look at her. The queasy feeling she felt walking to Dumbledore's office with Oliver was back again. Snape sneer over the discontented crowd and opened the door.
"Well, get in, You don't want to stay any later then you have to." He hissed as they filed through the door.
As Chloe walked to the back of the room she was met with glares and even a few hisses. Snape seemed not to notice this rude behavior. She was relived to see that her partner, Hermione, didn't seem to recoil at the sight of her.
Hermione looked at her not knowing what to say and then she whispered very quickly "They know about what happened with Oliver, and about his suspension from the Quidditch team."
Chloe looked around, Ron and some of the other boys were looking at her like she had committed the greatest act of perfidy in the history of the Wizarding world.
"But-" she began
"It's just that you see," Hermione cut her off "Quidditch is really really big here and Gryffindor hasn't won the cup in sooo long, and this was supposed to be the year, but now with Oliver off the team. You see why they're so upset." She added reproachfully.
"But Oliver's not off the team." Chloe hissed
"Really! Why? I thought for sure-"
"Is there something you would like to share with the class Ms. Granger?" Snape's icy voice cut off Hermione mid-thought.
"Yes." Chloe answered promptly. The class turned around and stared at them
"I was not asking you." Snape shot back, "Well ms Granger?"
"Um," Hermione began as she caught a glimpse of Chloe discretely motioning in the direction of direction of Harry and Ron. Then she understood "Oh!!"
"Well?"
"I just wanted to say that Oliver's Not suspended from the team." Hermione said this very quickly and then sat down avoiding Snape's eyes.
The rest of the potions class was stunned both at the news and at the gall with which Hermione delivered it.
"I don't see how that has any relevance to this Lesson, do you ms Granger." Hermione did nothing "15 points for this distraction. "
Chloe felt considerably better during the rest of the class. The second years had stopped glaring at her, and instead where focusing their frustration on Snape, who was being more impossible then usual. It was well past midnight when Snape finally let them leave.
"I can't believe him," Hermione said as the Gryffindors sleepily made way up to Gryffindor tower "How can professors expect us to do well if they let us out of class at ungodly hours. "
"Well at least you don't have a history essay to write," Ron replied "Slimy git I bet the Slytherins don't even have to take the extra lesson. Wattlebird." Ron Harry and Hermione disappeared into the common room
"Aren't you going in too dear?" asked the fat lady
Chloe stepped back the lead feeling in her stomach had come back. She hadn't seen Oliver since Dumbledore's office, and he was still quite cool with her then. She had faced about all the humiliation she could handle in one night. Chloe turned around and started down the hall as the Fat lady called out.
"It's not to safe to be running around at night now a days. What with the attacks and all." The Fat Lady called after her.
Chloe froze, the haunting image of the mangled hand and saucer-cup eyes flashed before her. A chill ran up and down her spine. She turned around and whispered "Wattlebird"
"That's a good girl." The fat lady said as she sung aside
Chloe stepped into the warm common room and was glad to see that it was almost empty, except for a few students finishing homework. Chloe turned around to go up to her dormitory when she came face to face with Oliver.
"Hey." She said weakly
He didn't reply