Beginning of the End
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Fifteen: Don't Try This Sober Kids
***Disclaimer*** See Chapter Seven.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
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Neville stumbled his way slowly to the dungeons. He had to talk to Snape. He rounded the corner just down from the potion's lab. He swayed slightly and held onto the wall for support. Stealing himself, he walked up to the door and knocked. It was open. Casually he peered inside. The classroom tables were strewn with clippings and the unusable parts of herbs and the like. Bundles of various ingredients were hanging from drying racks scattered in the isles. Snape's main desk was littered with parchment tables and various clippers, twine, and other instruments of herb storage. In the middle of the mess was the professor himself. His head was resting on some half prepared willow bark. He seemed to have slept though the knock. His dark hair fell over his face and his hands were stretched out before him. He had obviously fallen asleep working. Neville stepped fully into the room and the Professor jerked awake. "Who, oh. Longbottom.. What is it you require." His voice, while horse from his interrupted sleep still rang with sarcasm and anger.
Neville cringed and mentally berated himself for the stupid idea of confronting Snape. //That is it. No more butterbeer, certainly not Rosmerta's 'special house blend'. Well you're here. Must do something. Well are you a Griffindor or a Hufflepuff. Do it.// "Professor, I want to know if what Harry says is true. Are you on our side." Snape's eyebrow rose. "Is all this," Waves his arms about the room and almost falls over, "just a ploy? Are the potions for Madam Pomfrey what they ought to be?" At this the aforementioned eyebrow was lost to Snape's hairline. "And most importantly is Harry still sane." Here Snape struggled desperately not to laugh. "Because he has been defending you. He actually said he respected you." Snape practically had to bit his sleeve to keep from letting the laughter loose. As is he had to stand up to keep from falling off his stole. Not that Neville was an any condition to notice. // 'Nice Neville. Good job threatening him. Bloody foul you are.' Shut up. 'Make me.' I need to get ride of that voice.//
Snape tried to look aghast. "Potter is sane by Dumbledore standards anyway, which is not saying much. And yes I work for Albus. I have since shortly before your birth. And the potions are not what Poppy wanted." Neville paled. "They are a much higher quality. I see Mr. Potter's ability to keep his mouth shut was short lived. Now leave my sight." Neville cringed and obeyed.
//The boy is obviously intoxicated. Rosmerta needs to be more careful with that house blend. I remember when Lucius and I. oh, never mind. Bad thoughts. Think about the present Severus, never the past. Think about what you are going to do to Potter for spilling the information to Longbottom. Not that it matters. Was not much of secret by any standard to begin with. Anyone with half a brain could have figured out where the plants were going. That automatically exudes half of the world, most of Hogwarts and Longbottom included. (Sigh.) Potter respects me. Damn. Takes the fun out of it somehow.//
Snape began to clean up the disaster that was his work/classroom. It was not long until the new term would start. Dumbledore had sent word he would be returning from America soon. That whole school gone, all those children. Snape felt a cold shiver run down his spine. His body did not betray the movement to the outside world however. Like his suppressed laughter, no outward sign was given of his inner thoughts. Waving his wand over the door he intoned the arcane incantations that locked the room from intruders and retired to his bedchamber.
********** A/N: No, there is no implied slash between Lucius and Snape. Think more along the lines of the first kill. Very dark bloody stuff, not sex. Well, not between those two at least. I might resolve this plot arch later. Might not. Think I will. So keep your minds out of the very fun gutter for now. I will let you know when it is safe to reenter the waters. Dada...dadum.dada.dada.da.dddadadadadadadadada ahahahahahah!!!!
LL&P Saavik
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Fifteen: Don't Try This Sober Kids
***Disclaimer*** See Chapter Seven.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
******************
Neville stumbled his way slowly to the dungeons. He had to talk to Snape. He rounded the corner just down from the potion's lab. He swayed slightly and held onto the wall for support. Stealing himself, he walked up to the door and knocked. It was open. Casually he peered inside. The classroom tables were strewn with clippings and the unusable parts of herbs and the like. Bundles of various ingredients were hanging from drying racks scattered in the isles. Snape's main desk was littered with parchment tables and various clippers, twine, and other instruments of herb storage. In the middle of the mess was the professor himself. His head was resting on some half prepared willow bark. He seemed to have slept though the knock. His dark hair fell over his face and his hands were stretched out before him. He had obviously fallen asleep working. Neville stepped fully into the room and the Professor jerked awake. "Who, oh. Longbottom.. What is it you require." His voice, while horse from his interrupted sleep still rang with sarcasm and anger.
Neville cringed and mentally berated himself for the stupid idea of confronting Snape. //That is it. No more butterbeer, certainly not Rosmerta's 'special house blend'. Well you're here. Must do something. Well are you a Griffindor or a Hufflepuff. Do it.// "Professor, I want to know if what Harry says is true. Are you on our side." Snape's eyebrow rose. "Is all this," Waves his arms about the room and almost falls over, "just a ploy? Are the potions for Madam Pomfrey what they ought to be?" At this the aforementioned eyebrow was lost to Snape's hairline. "And most importantly is Harry still sane." Here Snape struggled desperately not to laugh. "Because he has been defending you. He actually said he respected you." Snape practically had to bit his sleeve to keep from letting the laughter loose. As is he had to stand up to keep from falling off his stole. Not that Neville was an any condition to notice. // 'Nice Neville. Good job threatening him. Bloody foul you are.' Shut up. 'Make me.' I need to get ride of that voice.//
Snape tried to look aghast. "Potter is sane by Dumbledore standards anyway, which is not saying much. And yes I work for Albus. I have since shortly before your birth. And the potions are not what Poppy wanted." Neville paled. "They are a much higher quality. I see Mr. Potter's ability to keep his mouth shut was short lived. Now leave my sight." Neville cringed and obeyed.
//The boy is obviously intoxicated. Rosmerta needs to be more careful with that house blend. I remember when Lucius and I. oh, never mind. Bad thoughts. Think about the present Severus, never the past. Think about what you are going to do to Potter for spilling the information to Longbottom. Not that it matters. Was not much of secret by any standard to begin with. Anyone with half a brain could have figured out where the plants were going. That automatically exudes half of the world, most of Hogwarts and Longbottom included. (Sigh.) Potter respects me. Damn. Takes the fun out of it somehow.//
Snape began to clean up the disaster that was his work/classroom. It was not long until the new term would start. Dumbledore had sent word he would be returning from America soon. That whole school gone, all those children. Snape felt a cold shiver run down his spine. His body did not betray the movement to the outside world however. Like his suppressed laughter, no outward sign was given of his inner thoughts. Waving his wand over the door he intoned the arcane incantations that locked the room from intruders and retired to his bedchamber.
********** A/N: No, there is no implied slash between Lucius and Snape. Think more along the lines of the first kill. Very dark bloody stuff, not sex. Well, not between those two at least. I might resolve this plot arch later. Might not. Think I will. So keep your minds out of the very fun gutter for now. I will let you know when it is safe to reenter the waters. Dada...dadum.dada.dada.da.dddadadadadadadadada ahahahahahah!!!!
LL&P Saavik