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"Are you really a gay idiot, like you act?" Severus asked, sniggering. Goyle stared at Severus, before nodding numbly at him. Many of the Deatheaters seemed stunned, before they cracked, the air ranted with laughter. Goyle blushed.
"Uuuugh, Parkinson, truth dare?" Goyle mumbled.
"Truth," she said. Goyle looked around stupidly.
"Why is daughter so ugly?" he asked. Mrs. Parkinson looked insulted.
"Ugly! My daughter is beautiful!" she shrieked. Severus sniggered behind his hand. Lucius glanced at him. She sighed. "She is part troll, part human, part..."
She went on for about half an hour, about Pansy's looks. "My Lord, truth-or-dare?" she asked.
Voldemort folded his arms, and replied, "Dare."
"I dare you to write a love letter to Harry Potter, and send it to him!" Parkinson said. They sniggered. Voldemort took out some parchment and quill, and hastily wrote his little love letter to Harry. He got an owl to take the letter to Harry, and sent it off. "Severus, truth-or- dare?" he asked.
'Dead meat. I'm dead meat.' "Dare." 'I'm an idiot.'
"I dare you to stand in front of the Three Broomsticks wearing a sandwich board that says 'I love me pick bunny slippers!' for an hour."
'Not so bad...' "Where do I-"
"Wearing nothing but pink, fluffy bunny slippers," Voldemort added.
'CURSE YOU ALL!!!!' "Yes, My Lord." Severus trudged over to get the board and slippers, before going on to Hogsmeade. Hiding in the trees, he stripped (eyes closed; he was still in a female body) and put the board on. Putting his feet into the slippers, he shuffled over to the edge, and peeked out at the village. Very few people where there. 'Good.'
Severus stood tensely by the Three Broomsticks, biting his lip. The Deatheaters hid in the trees, sniggering. A few people that where in their homes that happened to look out, choked on whatever they had been drinking/eating at the sight of him standing there.
Madam Rosemerta came out, when half the dare's time was up. She gave him a worried look. "What are you doing out here, freezing yourself to death?" she asked, "Why don't you have anything on?"
"A dare," Severus whispered, not looking at the woman. Rosemerta nodded, and came out entirely.
"Who dared you, dear?" Rosemerta asked. Severus shook his head. "Can't say?"
He nodded. "A...friend."
"What's your name?" she asked. Severus's mind spun.
"Sever-," he mumbled, "Er, Severah, yeah...Severah..."
"Odd name!" Rosmerta said, "You are a shy one, aren't you?"
Severus spared a glance at her, showing his face. Rosemerta smiled. "You remind me of someone..." she said, eyeing Severus, "Let me think...hmm, I think you remind me of one of the professors at Hogwarts..."
He went stiff. "W-who?" he asked.
"Why! You remind me of Professor Snape! Do you know him?" Rosemerta asked. Severus nodded.
"Ah, he's my...brother!" Severus was starting to panic. Rosemerta frowned.
"I never knew he had a sister..." she mused, "Did you ever go to Hogwarts?"
"No, sadly, I didn't." Severus replied, "Went to a smaller, private school."
"No wonder I don't know you." Rosemerta said, "How long do you have to stand here?"
"No longer. The dare is over," Severus sighed in relief. He forced a smile. "Bye!"
He ran away. Getting back into his robes, Severus cursed Voldemort mentally. He joined the Deatheaters, who where howling. They left, Severus scowling at their backs.
"Lucius, truth or dare?" Severus snapped. Lucius smirked.
"Dare."
"I dare you to..."
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What will Severus dare Lucius? Why hasn't that potion worn off yet? Will someone else die? Suggestions for dares/truths/deaths/victims of torture welcome!
"Are you really a gay idiot, like you act?" Severus asked, sniggering. Goyle stared at Severus, before nodding numbly at him. Many of the Deatheaters seemed stunned, before they cracked, the air ranted with laughter. Goyle blushed.
"Uuuugh, Parkinson, truth dare?" Goyle mumbled.
"Truth," she said. Goyle looked around stupidly.
"Why is daughter so ugly?" he asked. Mrs. Parkinson looked insulted.
"Ugly! My daughter is beautiful!" she shrieked. Severus sniggered behind his hand. Lucius glanced at him. She sighed. "She is part troll, part human, part..."
She went on for about half an hour, about Pansy's looks. "My Lord, truth-or-dare?" she asked.
Voldemort folded his arms, and replied, "Dare."
"I dare you to write a love letter to Harry Potter, and send it to him!" Parkinson said. They sniggered. Voldemort took out some parchment and quill, and hastily wrote his little love letter to Harry. He got an owl to take the letter to Harry, and sent it off. "Severus, truth-or- dare?" he asked.
'Dead meat. I'm dead meat.' "Dare." 'I'm an idiot.'
"I dare you to stand in front of the Three Broomsticks wearing a sandwich board that says 'I love me pick bunny slippers!' for an hour."
'Not so bad...' "Where do I-"
"Wearing nothing but pink, fluffy bunny slippers," Voldemort added.
'CURSE YOU ALL!!!!' "Yes, My Lord." Severus trudged over to get the board and slippers, before going on to Hogsmeade. Hiding in the trees, he stripped (eyes closed; he was still in a female body) and put the board on. Putting his feet into the slippers, he shuffled over to the edge, and peeked out at the village. Very few people where there. 'Good.'
Severus stood tensely by the Three Broomsticks, biting his lip. The Deatheaters hid in the trees, sniggering. A few people that where in their homes that happened to look out, choked on whatever they had been drinking/eating at the sight of him standing there.
Madam Rosemerta came out, when half the dare's time was up. She gave him a worried look. "What are you doing out here, freezing yourself to death?" she asked, "Why don't you have anything on?"
"A dare," Severus whispered, not looking at the woman. Rosemerta nodded, and came out entirely.
"Who dared you, dear?" Rosemerta asked. Severus shook his head. "Can't say?"
He nodded. "A...friend."
"What's your name?" she asked. Severus's mind spun.
"Sever-," he mumbled, "Er, Severah, yeah...Severah..."
"Odd name!" Rosmerta said, "You are a shy one, aren't you?"
Severus spared a glance at her, showing his face. Rosemerta smiled. "You remind me of someone..." she said, eyeing Severus, "Let me think...hmm, I think you remind me of one of the professors at Hogwarts..."
He went stiff. "W-who?" he asked.
"Why! You remind me of Professor Snape! Do you know him?" Rosemerta asked. Severus nodded.
"Ah, he's my...brother!" Severus was starting to panic. Rosemerta frowned.
"I never knew he had a sister..." she mused, "Did you ever go to Hogwarts?"
"No, sadly, I didn't." Severus replied, "Went to a smaller, private school."
"No wonder I don't know you." Rosemerta said, "How long do you have to stand here?"
"No longer. The dare is over," Severus sighed in relief. He forced a smile. "Bye!"
He ran away. Getting back into his robes, Severus cursed Voldemort mentally. He joined the Deatheaters, who where howling. They left, Severus scowling at their backs.
"Lucius, truth or dare?" Severus snapped. Lucius smirked.
"Dare."
"I dare you to..."
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What will Severus dare Lucius? Why hasn't that potion worn off yet? Will someone else die? Suggestions for dares/truths/deaths/victims of torture welcome!