Chapter Two: Snape's Private Party

After dinner, Harry and Hermione silently followed Snape down into the dungeons and into his private quarters.

"Miss Granger, you will be pouring tea and preparing the food, magically, of course. Mr. Potter, you will be serving it. I expect both of you to keep your thoughts to yourself, is that clear?"

"Yeah," muttered Harry.

"Yes Professor," said Hermione, trying to be polite.

"You can start on that food now, Miss Granger," said Snape.

"Yes, sir." She walked into Snape's kitchen and they could hear pots and pans clanging together as she pulled them out. She muttered a spell and the oven started. She quickly put together some dough from scratch and put the bread in the oven, and started on making pancakes, the muggle way. She also started some water for tea.

Harry came in and pulled out a silver tray. He heard a knock on Snape's door, and then heard male voices.

"Ah, Macnair, so good of you to come. Lucius, you too," he heard Snape say.

"Wonderful," muttered Harry. "Death Eaters. What fun this party's going to be."

"Harry, shut your mouth," whispered Hermione. "The last thing we need is for them to attack us and then deny it."

"Good point. We need Serena about now."

"Yeah, and the rest of the Sailor Scouts."

Hermione pulled out the bread and began to slice it. Harry went to the refrigerator and pulled out a stick of butter and got out a knife to go with it. Hermione saw that the tea was done and so she pulled out Snape's best teapot and poured it in. Harry took out the tea and other stuff to Snape and his friends.

He exited the kitchen and saw Snape, Mcnair, Malfoy, Pettigrew, and a hooded figure that he assumed was Voldemort. He set the tray down and hurried back into the kitchen.

"Hermione," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" she asked, pulling the cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

"Snape's having a Death Eater party! Mcnair, Snape, Malfoy, Pettigrew, Voldemort—"

"You-Know-Who's out there?" she asked.

"Yeah. Listen, you go run for Dumbledore, I'll keep them busy."

"What if he comes in?"

"I'll say that you're working on something secret for him, that'll keep him out."

"Okay," she said, before slipping behind the refrigerator and out the secret hole.

She came out on the fifth floor, by the passage to Hogsmeade. She ran to the statue covering the entryway to Dumbledore's office and started yelling random passwords.

"Lemon Drop! Cockroach Cluster! Fizzing Whizbee! M&M's!" She started yelling out muggle candies, since she was running out of ideas. "Skittles!" The statue moved aside. "Wow, I had no idea that he liked Skittles," she said, walking past. She bumped into Professor McGonagall as she was walking.

"Miss Granger!" exclaimed McGonagall. "How did you get in here?"

"Well…There's no time for that!" shrieked Hermione. "Professor Snape is having a Death Eaters meeting in his private chambers!"

"Miss Granger, calm down. How do you know this?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Harry and I had detention with Snape tonight. He said to come and we'd help him with his private party tonight. There's Macnair, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and You-Know-Who even!"

"Miss Granger, I think that you have an extremely active imagination."

"Professor, listen to me! I have to see Professor Dumbledore."

She broke free from McGonagall's grasp and ran for Dumbledore's office door and threw it open. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk.

"Miss Granger, what a surprise. How can I help you?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Professor, there's a Death Eaters meeting in Professor Snape's private quarters. Macnair, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and even You-Know-Who are there!"

Immediately, Dumbledore's face contorted with fury. "Show me the way."

Hermione lead him back to the secret passage into Snape's kitchen. She looked around, but didn't see Harry anywhere. She heard muffled cries for help on the other side of the door, and leaned up to listen.

"Once again, Mr. Potter, where is Granger?" asked Snape.

"If I knew, I wouldn't tell you," snapped Harry.

"Step aside, Severus," came a cold, high-pitched voice, the owner moving forward, drawing his wand.

"Harry, where is your little friend?" asked Voldemort, inching closer.

* Back in the Gryffindor Common Room *

Serena sat at a table in the corner, working on her homework when she dropped her pen and jumped up. She ran for the portrait hole and climbed out, clutching her locket the entire way. The communicator on her wrist began to beep. She turned it on, revealing Hermione on the other end.

"Serena, you've got to come! It's You-Know-Who, and he's cornered Harry outside," she whispered.

"I'm on my way," said Serena, breaking into a run.

She made it to the statue of the one eyed witch and used the passageway near it. About halfway to Snape's quarters, she stopped and transformed into Sailor Moon, then continued running.

She stepped out from behind the refrigerator in time to hear Harry's scream of pain and winced.

"How long has he been like this?" she asked a shaking Hermione.

"Five minutes," she finally replied.

"And you didn't run for Dumbledore?"

"He's knocked out. He went after Harry, and when he refused to tell them where I was, they fought him."

"Did they check in here?"

"Yeah. I hid behind the fridge."

"Good. I'm going to backtrack and come out in the rafters. I know how to do it."

"Okay. Hurry up, and good luck!"

"Thanks," said Sailor Moon, climbing back into the passageway.

She ran back to the halfway mark, and instead of heading straight, took the path to her right. She had assumed right, she came out right above Snape and his party.

"Crucio!" yelled Voldemort, torturing Harry.

Harry covered his head with his hands, trying to shield the blow.

Sailor Moon pulled out her wand. "Expelliarmius," she whispered, aiming for Voldemort's wand.

His wand came soaring out of his hand and into Serena's, with a silent cry of victory from her. He looked up and saw a flash of blue in the rafters, jump for the passageway to the Gryffindor Common room.

"So, we have a spy," he muttered. "Severus, follow the spy. She's going to use the passageway to the Gryffindor Common room.

Snape shot an uneasy glance at Dumbledore, and then back at Voldemort. "Yes, Master," he finally answered, before hurrying out of the room.

Hermione, who had her ear pressed up against the door, quickly turned on her communicator. "Serena!" she hissed.

"What?" came the reply with the sound of boots clicking against tile.

"Voldemort saw you. Snape's gone after you. Hurry and get back to the common room, or hide!" she warned.

"How close?" she asked, and only got muffled screaming in response.

Then, Harry's face appeared on the screen. It looked like it was forced.

"How'd you manage to get away?" she asked, still hearing the screaming.

"I didn't. Sailor Moon," he started, and Serena knew something was wrong. "We've been kidnapped. Either bring the wand and your transformation brooch and hand them over to Voldemort, or…"

"Or what?" she stopped and asked worriedly.

"Or, Hermione and I will die."

"Put him on, Harry."

"It won't be pretty."

"I don't care, do it."

Voldemort's face came on the screen. "Yes?" he asked, grinning.

She was about to respond, but heard footsteps and continued running. "Let Harry and Hermione go!" she commanded.

"How about… No."

"I'll give you back your wand, just let them go."

"It's the wand and the transformation brooch for them, and the wand, the transformation brooch, and a Sailor Scout for Potter, Granger, and Dumbledore."

Serena thought, "The point is to get me. Wonder if he knows that I'm the Moon Princess? Nah."

"No deal," she said to him, and clicked off the communicator, but as she did it, she heard him say, "You've got until sunrise tomorrow, Serenity, otherwise they die, and remember; I know who you are."