Really, I can't leave this fic alone. Three posts in one day? Man I'm
bored. Well, it is Saturday, and there will probably be more. Or I'll
make another one. I think a Sev/Harry father/son fic...anyway, on to the
story.
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I disclaim it all.
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The teachers were in action immediately, racing onto the field. They were outnumbered by at least 3 to 1, but they seemed determined. But the mutant skrewts didn't seem to notice anyone but Snape, and they blew by Dumbledore and McGonagall. Of course, the two leaders of Hogwarts didn't just let them by. Dumbledore stunned 4 of them with a stupefy, and McGonagall changed three of them into giant slugs. The new professor, McAdy, repelled three of them with a complex defense spell, indicating that they were indeed dark creatures. There were still 12 or 13 of them for Snape to deal with.
He managed the Cruciatus Curse on two of them, and was about to perform Avada Kedavra when one of their legs swung and knocked him across the field. He stood shakily as the professors took out another four creatures.
The remainders surrounded him and the leader spat words at him he did not understand. It spat a venom out of his right mouth onto Snape's face. His hands went up to wipe it out of his eyes, but it was already burning into his skin. Before he succumbed to unconsciousness, he saw the leader explode into flames.
Everyone on the field froze, including the creatures, and all eyes turned to the sky. A small figure was flying down not on a broom, but on a board. As it grew closer, they saw a teenage girl, probably 18 or 19, flying in fast. Another blast erupted from her direction, and two of the mutants were engulfed in ice. She swooped in and loaded Snape onto her board, and then flew off toward the castle. The professors managed to defeat the remaining creatures, and settle the students. Everyone was instructed to return to their dormitories.
The school buzzed with the talk of this strange young woman. Teachers hurried the children back to their common rooms as Dumbledore and McGonagall rushed to the Hospital Wing. Snape was lying on a bed, and Madam Pompfrey was all over him. The young lady stood off to the side, her board leaning up against her leg. Her hair was short and dark brown, and her deep brown eyes looked on the scene with concern. She was wearing black jeans and a royal blue shirt with some sort of check mark on the front. Her pronounced facial features were smudged with dirt, and her brow was furrowed with worry.
Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder, "Not quite the welcome I was planning Samantha." McGonagall's eyes widened as she heard the name, understanding who this girl was. Dumbledore turned to Madam Pompfrey.
"Poppy, how is he?"
"Nothing really serious. His physical injuries were fairly minor, but this venom is still giving him trouble. I wouldn't expect him up and around for a few hours yet."
"Thank you Poppy," he turned back to the young lady, "You've had a long journey. Why don't you go to the guest chambers and get some rest?"
Samantha nodded slowly, eyes still focused on the sleeping figure. She picked up her board and nodded at McGonagall, who smiled back. As she left, McGonagall turned back to the Headmaster.
"Was that --?"
"Yes, I was surprised to receive post from her. Apparently -" A cough interrupted him.
"Excuse me, Professors?" Harry Potter entered sheepishly.
"You should be in your dorm, Mr. Potter," scolded McGonagall.
"Yes, I just thought there was something you'd like to know."
"Yes child?" asked Dumbledore.
"When the, er, thing spat something at Professor Snape?" At their nods, he gulped and continued. "Well, it was Parseltongue. It said 'He knows of your treachery.' Maybe I heard it wrong, but-"
"No, I'm sure you heard correctly. Thank you Harry, now please return to your dormitory." Harry nodded and complied. McGonagall turned back around with a look of horror on her face. "Albus, if he knows, then Severus is in imminent danger."
"I'd have thought that would have been obvious," came the weak reply from the bed. They turned and strode over to his side.
"How are you feeling Severus?" He tried to sit up, but Poppy was there in an instant, gently forcing him back down.
"No you don't Professor. I'm not letting you up for another couple of hours." Snape sighed, then conceded when he saw the look on Dumbledore's face.
"What were those creatures, Professor, and why can they speak Parseltongue?"
"So you were awake when Mr. Potter was here. I don't know what they were, but Hagrid and Flitwick are looking into it." Dumbledore looked back to Madam Pompfrey. "Will Professor Snape be well enough to attend a feast tonight?" She looked up and nodded, and Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle returning to his eyes. "Thank you. I'll see you tonight, Severus. Rest now." The two teachers left, leaving Snape with Madam Pompfrey.
When in his office, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at his throat.
"Sonorous. Attention everyone. There will be a mandatory feast tonight at seven. As such, Quidditch tryouts will be moved back to three. Thank you. Quietus."
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I disclaim it all.
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The teachers were in action immediately, racing onto the field. They were outnumbered by at least 3 to 1, but they seemed determined. But the mutant skrewts didn't seem to notice anyone but Snape, and they blew by Dumbledore and McGonagall. Of course, the two leaders of Hogwarts didn't just let them by. Dumbledore stunned 4 of them with a stupefy, and McGonagall changed three of them into giant slugs. The new professor, McAdy, repelled three of them with a complex defense spell, indicating that they were indeed dark creatures. There were still 12 or 13 of them for Snape to deal with.
He managed the Cruciatus Curse on two of them, and was about to perform Avada Kedavra when one of their legs swung and knocked him across the field. He stood shakily as the professors took out another four creatures.
The remainders surrounded him and the leader spat words at him he did not understand. It spat a venom out of his right mouth onto Snape's face. His hands went up to wipe it out of his eyes, but it was already burning into his skin. Before he succumbed to unconsciousness, he saw the leader explode into flames.
Everyone on the field froze, including the creatures, and all eyes turned to the sky. A small figure was flying down not on a broom, but on a board. As it grew closer, they saw a teenage girl, probably 18 or 19, flying in fast. Another blast erupted from her direction, and two of the mutants were engulfed in ice. She swooped in and loaded Snape onto her board, and then flew off toward the castle. The professors managed to defeat the remaining creatures, and settle the students. Everyone was instructed to return to their dormitories.
The school buzzed with the talk of this strange young woman. Teachers hurried the children back to their common rooms as Dumbledore and McGonagall rushed to the Hospital Wing. Snape was lying on a bed, and Madam Pompfrey was all over him. The young lady stood off to the side, her board leaning up against her leg. Her hair was short and dark brown, and her deep brown eyes looked on the scene with concern. She was wearing black jeans and a royal blue shirt with some sort of check mark on the front. Her pronounced facial features were smudged with dirt, and her brow was furrowed with worry.
Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder, "Not quite the welcome I was planning Samantha." McGonagall's eyes widened as she heard the name, understanding who this girl was. Dumbledore turned to Madam Pompfrey.
"Poppy, how is he?"
"Nothing really serious. His physical injuries were fairly minor, but this venom is still giving him trouble. I wouldn't expect him up and around for a few hours yet."
"Thank you Poppy," he turned back to the young lady, "You've had a long journey. Why don't you go to the guest chambers and get some rest?"
Samantha nodded slowly, eyes still focused on the sleeping figure. She picked up her board and nodded at McGonagall, who smiled back. As she left, McGonagall turned back to the Headmaster.
"Was that --?"
"Yes, I was surprised to receive post from her. Apparently -" A cough interrupted him.
"Excuse me, Professors?" Harry Potter entered sheepishly.
"You should be in your dorm, Mr. Potter," scolded McGonagall.
"Yes, I just thought there was something you'd like to know."
"Yes child?" asked Dumbledore.
"When the, er, thing spat something at Professor Snape?" At their nods, he gulped and continued. "Well, it was Parseltongue. It said 'He knows of your treachery.' Maybe I heard it wrong, but-"
"No, I'm sure you heard correctly. Thank you Harry, now please return to your dormitory." Harry nodded and complied. McGonagall turned back around with a look of horror on her face. "Albus, if he knows, then Severus is in imminent danger."
"I'd have thought that would have been obvious," came the weak reply from the bed. They turned and strode over to his side.
"How are you feeling Severus?" He tried to sit up, but Poppy was there in an instant, gently forcing him back down.
"No you don't Professor. I'm not letting you up for another couple of hours." Snape sighed, then conceded when he saw the look on Dumbledore's face.
"What were those creatures, Professor, and why can they speak Parseltongue?"
"So you were awake when Mr. Potter was here. I don't know what they were, but Hagrid and Flitwick are looking into it." Dumbledore looked back to Madam Pompfrey. "Will Professor Snape be well enough to attend a feast tonight?" She looked up and nodded, and Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle returning to his eyes. "Thank you. I'll see you tonight, Severus. Rest now." The two teachers left, leaving Snape with Madam Pompfrey.
When in his office, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at his throat.
"Sonorous. Attention everyone. There will be a mandatory feast tonight at seven. As such, Quidditch tryouts will be moved back to three. Thank you. Quietus."