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Snape's eyes snapped open.
"I can't believe I just told you that," he muttered, "the Muggle world must be driving me mad. Ah, well, give me a minute to remember how to transfigure things into mushrooms…"
Willowhawk gasped.
"And I was growing rather fond of you three," he sighed with a sad smile. "But you will all make fine fungi, I'm sure."
Willowhawk fell to her knees.
"Please, spare us!" she begged.
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Um, Willowhawk?" Gumlick asked.
"Hmm?"
"I don't think that's going to work."
"Well it was worth a try," she pouted, standing up.
Snape raised his wand.
"Er, Sevvie?" I asked.
"WHAT?!" Snape screamed, lowering his wand.
"Won't that just be earning you more years in Azkaban?" I pointed out.
Snape fell back in his chair and did something that made the three of us stare. He began to cry.
"Don't cry!" Willowhawk said. "You'll get ME started!"
"Do you know what you need?" I asked.
Snape shook his head slowly.
"Some help."
I picked up Snape's wand and tossed it to Gumlick. "You may do the honors," I bowed.
Gumlick grinned, raised the wand and yelled, "ACCIO LES! ACCIO MEGAN!"
The two Snape-lovers appeared with a POP. At the sight of Snape they fell to their knees, bowing.
"Oh, DO get up," Gumlick growled, kicking them. She quickly explained to them the situation.
"We'll do whatever it takes to protect Lord Severus!" they cried in unison.
*
"I am so sorry," Dumbledore whispered, and he left the room.
Hermione burst into tears.
"No, don't cry, please don't cry, Hermione!" Ron cried, wiping away his own tears and pulling her into a hug. Hermione sobbed into his shoulder.
Draco smirked.
"Heh heh," he snickered. "I always knew Potter would come to a sticky end. Just like his parents…"
Ron glared at him furiously.
"But—who will teach Potions?" Draco sniffed. "Who will torture the Gryffindors?"
Ron rolled his eyes.
"We have to get Snape back!" Draco cried.
"What do you mean 'we'?" Ron muttered.
"We, Weasley," Draco said, trying to put on his usual superior look, but failed. "I want Snape back to teach and you want him back to, er, avenge Potter's death." Draco looked as though he thought they didn't stand a chance against his favorite teacher.
"You bet we want to kill him, Malfoy," Ron sneered.
Hermione looked up, her face red and tear-stained. "Alright," she sighed. "We'll team up. But after we find Snape we're back to being enemies." She exchanged glances with Ron.
"Alright, I'm in," Ron said firmly, and he and Draco shook on it.
Snape's eyes snapped open.
"I can't believe I just told you that," he muttered, "the Muggle world must be driving me mad. Ah, well, give me a minute to remember how to transfigure things into mushrooms…"
Willowhawk gasped.
"And I was growing rather fond of you three," he sighed with a sad smile. "But you will all make fine fungi, I'm sure."
Willowhawk fell to her knees.
"Please, spare us!" she begged.
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Um, Willowhawk?" Gumlick asked.
"Hmm?"
"I don't think that's going to work."
"Well it was worth a try," she pouted, standing up.
Snape raised his wand.
"Er, Sevvie?" I asked.
"WHAT?!" Snape screamed, lowering his wand.
"Won't that just be earning you more years in Azkaban?" I pointed out.
Snape fell back in his chair and did something that made the three of us stare. He began to cry.
"Don't cry!" Willowhawk said. "You'll get ME started!"
"Do you know what you need?" I asked.
Snape shook his head slowly.
"Some help."
I picked up Snape's wand and tossed it to Gumlick. "You may do the honors," I bowed.
Gumlick grinned, raised the wand and yelled, "ACCIO LES! ACCIO MEGAN!"
The two Snape-lovers appeared with a POP. At the sight of Snape they fell to their knees, bowing.
"Oh, DO get up," Gumlick growled, kicking them. She quickly explained to them the situation.
"We'll do whatever it takes to protect Lord Severus!" they cried in unison.
*
"I am so sorry," Dumbledore whispered, and he left the room.
Hermione burst into tears.
"No, don't cry, please don't cry, Hermione!" Ron cried, wiping away his own tears and pulling her into a hug. Hermione sobbed into his shoulder.
Draco smirked.
"Heh heh," he snickered. "I always knew Potter would come to a sticky end. Just like his parents…"
Ron glared at him furiously.
"But—who will teach Potions?" Draco sniffed. "Who will torture the Gryffindors?"
Ron rolled his eyes.
"We have to get Snape back!" Draco cried.
"What do you mean 'we'?" Ron muttered.
"We, Weasley," Draco said, trying to put on his usual superior look, but failed. "I want Snape back to teach and you want him back to, er, avenge Potter's death." Draco looked as though he thought they didn't stand a chance against his favorite teacher.
"You bet we want to kill him, Malfoy," Ron sneered.
Hermione looked up, her face red and tear-stained. "Alright," she sighed. "We'll team up. But after we find Snape we're back to being enemies." She exchanged glances with Ron.
"Alright, I'm in," Ron said firmly, and he and Draco shook on it.