"George, you foolish boy. Did you honestly believe you and your other half
would truly get away with this without Voldemort's most devout followers
coming after you?"
George jumped a bit at the sound of the vaguely familiar voice. The voice belonged to one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, Robert Lestrange. Both he and his wife had escaped from Azkaban earlier that very year, immediately returning to the Dark Lord as his favorites. They faithful to his cause, even while in Azkaban. At least until that one day, in Hosmeade...
"Mr. Lestrange. Voldemort is dead. It's time you accepted the fact that your many years of faithfully serving him have now been proved to be nothing more than a great waste of time. If your leader was week enough to be defeated by an underage pair of twin boys, then he really couldn't have been all he was cracked up to be."
The man slowly raised his wand, coming to rest aimed straight at the young Weasley. "Boy...You haven't any idea what you are speaking of. You were only an infant when Lord Voldemort was at his peak. You couldn't possibly know the terror we instilled in people. You and your brother, children at the time, what could you possibly remember of this?"
George slowly stood, removing his wand from his robes, arming himself. "You seem to be forgetting something. You are right, Fred and I were only three years of age when Voldemort was first defeated by Harry. Though, you seem to have forgotten, when Voldemort did come back into power Fred and I were no longer children. I do believe, that you sir are considerably weaker than Voldemort was when my brother and I defeated him for the final time. Do not think I can't do the same to you."
Mr. Lestrange smirked slightly, "What? You're going to turn me into a chicken as well? Let me tell you how scared I am at the prospect of that. Must I remind you that you and your brother are not what we in the wizarding world would call 'outstanding wizards,' not even close. And now, I have a chance to kill one of the irritating Weasley's with no one around to stop me." He pointed his wand straight at George and cleared his throat slightly
"I suggest you cease harassing that young boy and take on a fully qualified wizard, Robert. Unless of course, you are too weak and frightened, thus resorting to murdering underaged wizards."
George spared a quick glance in the direction of the voice. Whereupon his eyes rested on the form of Professor Severus Snape, wand arm outstretched towards Lestrange, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Mr. Lestrange smiled almost evilly. "Well, well, if it isn't Severus Snape, former Deatheater and traitor to the Darklord. You think protecting this boy will bring you some much craved fame? Are you getting a bit tired of that Potter Boy and the Dark Lord receiving all the attention? Can't stand it, can you? Too bad you decided you would be the brave one now, only to find it's too late. This Weasley is about to die, and there is nothing you can do about it Severus."
"Lestrange, you are greatly mistaken. The Dark Lord is dead. I suggest you learn this. You have no reason to murder people anymore. No points will be proven, other than your immense stupidity. I suggest you cease your foolishness and take your leave. There is no need for you or any Deatheaters anymore. Now that Voldemort is dead, you have no one to prove yourself to."
At his, Snape muttered the two fatal words, "Avada Kedavra," and Robert Lestrange fell dead at the Potions Professor's feet. A mixed look of shock and fear on his face. George stared blankly at Professor Snape, a slow realization entering his mind. Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House, had just saved him, from a deadly wizard.
~
"Wow, George! That's so cool! I wish I had been able to see it..." Colin Creevey was looking up at George, with a fanatic look upon his face.
"WHAT!? That slimy git killed Lestrange, all because a Gryffindor, who irritated him to no end, was in danger? Would have thought that he would have just let the man kill you on the spot."
Fred, who had obviously fallen asleep at a table, was now looking at his twin brother, amazed.
George nodded slowly, "Lestrange was about to use the killing curse on me, and then...In walked Snape. It was as though Snape knew exactly what was happening the entire time and decided he would wait and enter at a moment that would make himself look like a hero of some sort. You know in a, 'Look, there's the man who saved that Weasley twin from one of Voldemort's bitter supporters, let's all praise him' sort of way"
"Well...That does sound like something Snape would do, save someone just to make himself appear good, not because he cared about the person he was saving."
Fred paused for a moment as he re-read the Transfiguration essay in front of him, "You know, after all that's happened you'd think the Professors would back of a bit with the homework. But no, we must act as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened and we must do an insane amount of homework."
George smirked a bit, "Never knew you to do your homework anyway, Fred."
"Hey now. It's not that I DON'T do it...I do my homework. I do it just well enough to get passing marks."
"Uh huh. Right. Keep telling yourself that. You would NEVER skive off homework for a game of Exploding Snap, or to take a bit of time inventing things of all sorts for the shop, right? Now then, come on, we have Herbology in ten minutes."
George jumped a bit at the sound of the vaguely familiar voice. The voice belonged to one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, Robert Lestrange. Both he and his wife had escaped from Azkaban earlier that very year, immediately returning to the Dark Lord as his favorites. They faithful to his cause, even while in Azkaban. At least until that one day, in Hosmeade...
"Mr. Lestrange. Voldemort is dead. It's time you accepted the fact that your many years of faithfully serving him have now been proved to be nothing more than a great waste of time. If your leader was week enough to be defeated by an underage pair of twin boys, then he really couldn't have been all he was cracked up to be."
The man slowly raised his wand, coming to rest aimed straight at the young Weasley. "Boy...You haven't any idea what you are speaking of. You were only an infant when Lord Voldemort was at his peak. You couldn't possibly know the terror we instilled in people. You and your brother, children at the time, what could you possibly remember of this?"
George slowly stood, removing his wand from his robes, arming himself. "You seem to be forgetting something. You are right, Fred and I were only three years of age when Voldemort was first defeated by Harry. Though, you seem to have forgotten, when Voldemort did come back into power Fred and I were no longer children. I do believe, that you sir are considerably weaker than Voldemort was when my brother and I defeated him for the final time. Do not think I can't do the same to you."
Mr. Lestrange smirked slightly, "What? You're going to turn me into a chicken as well? Let me tell you how scared I am at the prospect of that. Must I remind you that you and your brother are not what we in the wizarding world would call 'outstanding wizards,' not even close. And now, I have a chance to kill one of the irritating Weasley's with no one around to stop me." He pointed his wand straight at George and cleared his throat slightly
"I suggest you cease harassing that young boy and take on a fully qualified wizard, Robert. Unless of course, you are too weak and frightened, thus resorting to murdering underaged wizards."
George spared a quick glance in the direction of the voice. Whereupon his eyes rested on the form of Professor Severus Snape, wand arm outstretched towards Lestrange, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Mr. Lestrange smiled almost evilly. "Well, well, if it isn't Severus Snape, former Deatheater and traitor to the Darklord. You think protecting this boy will bring you some much craved fame? Are you getting a bit tired of that Potter Boy and the Dark Lord receiving all the attention? Can't stand it, can you? Too bad you decided you would be the brave one now, only to find it's too late. This Weasley is about to die, and there is nothing you can do about it Severus."
"Lestrange, you are greatly mistaken. The Dark Lord is dead. I suggest you learn this. You have no reason to murder people anymore. No points will be proven, other than your immense stupidity. I suggest you cease your foolishness and take your leave. There is no need for you or any Deatheaters anymore. Now that Voldemort is dead, you have no one to prove yourself to."
At his, Snape muttered the two fatal words, "Avada Kedavra," and Robert Lestrange fell dead at the Potions Professor's feet. A mixed look of shock and fear on his face. George stared blankly at Professor Snape, a slow realization entering his mind. Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House, had just saved him, from a deadly wizard.
~
"Wow, George! That's so cool! I wish I had been able to see it..." Colin Creevey was looking up at George, with a fanatic look upon his face.
"WHAT!? That slimy git killed Lestrange, all because a Gryffindor, who irritated him to no end, was in danger? Would have thought that he would have just let the man kill you on the spot."
Fred, who had obviously fallen asleep at a table, was now looking at his twin brother, amazed.
George nodded slowly, "Lestrange was about to use the killing curse on me, and then...In walked Snape. It was as though Snape knew exactly what was happening the entire time and decided he would wait and enter at a moment that would make himself look like a hero of some sort. You know in a, 'Look, there's the man who saved that Weasley twin from one of Voldemort's bitter supporters, let's all praise him' sort of way"
"Well...That does sound like something Snape would do, save someone just to make himself appear good, not because he cared about the person he was saving."
Fred paused for a moment as he re-read the Transfiguration essay in front of him, "You know, after all that's happened you'd think the Professors would back of a bit with the homework. But no, we must act as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened and we must do an insane amount of homework."
George smirked a bit, "Never knew you to do your homework anyway, Fred."
"Hey now. It's not that I DON'T do it...I do my homework. I do it just well enough to get passing marks."
"Uh huh. Right. Keep telling yourself that. You would NEVER skive off homework for a game of Exploding Snap, or to take a bit of time inventing things of all sorts for the shop, right? Now then, come on, we have Herbology in ten minutes."