A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I've had technical difficulties (I was too lazy to write, and I don't know what to write!) This chapter will probably be rather short but... oh well...
Chapter 15: The Expected
Snape's lip continued to curl in an unpleasing manor. "My, my boys, aren't we in a little trouble now?" he asked softly, then snapped hastily, "Get up!"
Harry disentangled himself from Ron's lanky legs and arm and stood up, straightening his robes. He looked into Snape's black eyes, and he knew that they were in big trouble, though I doubt that he had needed to even do that.
Ron stood up slowly, eyes lingering only slightly on Harry, then searching Snape's profile, a slight florish on his cheeks (A/N: These characters will never be happy! *evil giggle* and its all because I don't own them!).
Snape span on his heel, and marched off, guestering only slightly to Harry and Ron to follow him. They however didn't walk down to the dungeons. Rather it was a rather familar path, but Harry, his mind being in many other places, and his eyes lingering worriedly on Snape's back, didn't realize exactly where they were until they stop in front of a large stone gargoyle, who's eyes gleamed ruby at them as the stood in front of it, Snape's smirk still not flickering.
"Licorice wand," he said softly, and the gargoyle sprang to life, and, eyed them suspiciously, not moving as his regularly did. "I said move!" Snape spat impatietly, his lips tightening into a pursed pout.
The gargoyle glared at his slightly, then sprang to the side, as a the door behind of it slid open.
Ron turned to look at Harry, just as Harry did the same, and found that the confusion he felt was echoed in Harry's emerald orbs. Why would they be going to see Dumbledore?
The moving staircase seemed to move ever so slow, as Snape's smirk was back in place. Something was going on, Harry finally figured out, as Snape threw yet another glance back at the pair of them, but said nothing.
Once at the top Snape knocked upon the door three times, rather sharply with his bony fist.
Harry heard a misty voice from within. "Ah, Professor, I foresee that it is Severus Snape, and he has others along with him!"
It was none other than Trelawney.
Dumbledore's voice, when he responded, sounded amused. "I believe you may be right my dear (Snape was now looking rather impatient, but didn't dare to barge into the headmaster's office without suitable invitation or reason) please enter whoever you are!"
Snape flung open the door, his expression now a triumphant grin as the two boys entered after him.
Dumbledore turned towards Trelawney, who sat at the side of his desk, a mischievious smirk playing on his lips. "My, my, you are getting rather good at this Sybill!" he said, then turned his blue eyes back towards Snape and the boys. "Ah, just who I was expecting to see. Though I don't suppose, I was expecting one of you... rather someone else..."
Trelawney nodded knowingly beside him, then peered into the crystal ball that she had brought along with her (A/N: Don't ask how she got there before or without Harry and Ron knowing, she's magic!) "But, I do foresee, that the other Expected will be joining us in a slight moment."
Dumbledore once again turned to her. "And how do you know this m'dear?" he asked politely.
Trelawney gave a slight wave of her bejeweled hand. "It is fate, and I am trained and lucky enough to see into the depths that it is," she sighed mistily, a slight veil coming over her eyes.
"Ah, I see," Dumbledore's smile widened, but it was effectively hid by his beard, and he turned back to the trio still standing in the doorway. "Well, don't just stand there come on in! You're letting in a wicked bitter draft," he drew his robes up tighter around him. He motioned to two chairs which Harry was sure hadn't been there. "Though I do believe that you, Severus, have other things to attend to?" His bushy eyebrows raised in a slight motion, and Snape's face settled into a nuetral state, he nodded and turned out the door, snapping it shut behind him.
Harry and Ron just stood there, confused, while Trelawney continued to peer mistily down into the ball. "Well? Are you coming in or not? We're expecting someone else soon -- "
Just then there was a sharp, but thin rap on the door, and Ron watched as Trelawney's face lit up. "The other expected has arrived," she whispered, and looked up at Dumbledore smiling.
*****
A/N: I know, I know, it's a bad ending, and you can probably guess who it is. But, if you're too stupid to, or you just don't feel like using your brain on my lame fic, you'll just have to wait until I post my next chapter, no promises on when that'll be though, I'm as bad as J.K. when it comes to deadlines... wait, no, no I don't even compare *mumbles something* Well the fifth book has been sent to the publishers though!!! *smiles happily* we should have it at the end of this year! yay! *does a happy dance* And I should post another chapter up before then... but I've also been working on It's All A Game, (my other fic, if you haven't read it) so... yeah... bye! *waves and disapears*
Chapter 15: The Expected
Snape's lip continued to curl in an unpleasing manor. "My, my boys, aren't we in a little trouble now?" he asked softly, then snapped hastily, "Get up!"
Harry disentangled himself from Ron's lanky legs and arm and stood up, straightening his robes. He looked into Snape's black eyes, and he knew that they were in big trouble, though I doubt that he had needed to even do that.
Ron stood up slowly, eyes lingering only slightly on Harry, then searching Snape's profile, a slight florish on his cheeks (A/N: These characters will never be happy! *evil giggle* and its all because I don't own them!).
Snape span on his heel, and marched off, guestering only slightly to Harry and Ron to follow him. They however didn't walk down to the dungeons. Rather it was a rather familar path, but Harry, his mind being in many other places, and his eyes lingering worriedly on Snape's back, didn't realize exactly where they were until they stop in front of a large stone gargoyle, who's eyes gleamed ruby at them as the stood in front of it, Snape's smirk still not flickering.
"Licorice wand," he said softly, and the gargoyle sprang to life, and, eyed them suspiciously, not moving as his regularly did. "I said move!" Snape spat impatietly, his lips tightening into a pursed pout.
The gargoyle glared at his slightly, then sprang to the side, as a the door behind of it slid open.
Ron turned to look at Harry, just as Harry did the same, and found that the confusion he felt was echoed in Harry's emerald orbs. Why would they be going to see Dumbledore?
The moving staircase seemed to move ever so slow, as Snape's smirk was back in place. Something was going on, Harry finally figured out, as Snape threw yet another glance back at the pair of them, but said nothing.
Once at the top Snape knocked upon the door three times, rather sharply with his bony fist.
Harry heard a misty voice from within. "Ah, Professor, I foresee that it is Severus Snape, and he has others along with him!"
It was none other than Trelawney.
Dumbledore's voice, when he responded, sounded amused. "I believe you may be right my dear (Snape was now looking rather impatient, but didn't dare to barge into the headmaster's office without suitable invitation or reason) please enter whoever you are!"
Snape flung open the door, his expression now a triumphant grin as the two boys entered after him.
Dumbledore turned towards Trelawney, who sat at the side of his desk, a mischievious smirk playing on his lips. "My, my, you are getting rather good at this Sybill!" he said, then turned his blue eyes back towards Snape and the boys. "Ah, just who I was expecting to see. Though I don't suppose, I was expecting one of you... rather someone else..."
Trelawney nodded knowingly beside him, then peered into the crystal ball that she had brought along with her (A/N: Don't ask how she got there before or without Harry and Ron knowing, she's magic!) "But, I do foresee, that the other Expected will be joining us in a slight moment."
Dumbledore once again turned to her. "And how do you know this m'dear?" he asked politely.
Trelawney gave a slight wave of her bejeweled hand. "It is fate, and I am trained and lucky enough to see into the depths that it is," she sighed mistily, a slight veil coming over her eyes.
"Ah, I see," Dumbledore's smile widened, but it was effectively hid by his beard, and he turned back to the trio still standing in the doorway. "Well, don't just stand there come on in! You're letting in a wicked bitter draft," he drew his robes up tighter around him. He motioned to two chairs which Harry was sure hadn't been there. "Though I do believe that you, Severus, have other things to attend to?" His bushy eyebrows raised in a slight motion, and Snape's face settled into a nuetral state, he nodded and turned out the door, snapping it shut behind him.
Harry and Ron just stood there, confused, while Trelawney continued to peer mistily down into the ball. "Well? Are you coming in or not? We're expecting someone else soon -- "
Just then there was a sharp, but thin rap on the door, and Ron watched as Trelawney's face lit up. "The other expected has arrived," she whispered, and looked up at Dumbledore smiling.
*****
A/N: I know, I know, it's a bad ending, and you can probably guess who it is. But, if you're too stupid to, or you just don't feel like using your brain on my lame fic, you'll just have to wait until I post my next chapter, no promises on when that'll be though, I'm as bad as J.K. when it comes to deadlines... wait, no, no I don't even compare *mumbles something* Well the fifth book has been sent to the publishers though!!! *smiles happily* we should have it at the end of this year! yay! *does a happy dance* And I should post another chapter up before then... but I've also been working on It's All A Game, (my other fic, if you haven't read it) so... yeah... bye! *waves and disapears*