The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Seven
By Jewel Little Bird
Snape was going to murder her. Slowly.
So, she thought I wouldn't find out, did she? He thought, tramping up the stairs. He knew she was at the top of the North Tower; Hooch said she liked the view from up there. If she didn't give him an answer he liked, she was going to discover more than a nice view.
Fleur turned as he burst through the door. She was right next to the wall, leaning her arms on the top of it. She must've been looking at the Forbidden Forest.
He stalked over and glared down at her. "Think you're funny, do you?!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I overheard Hooch telling McGonagall a VERY amusing story, one which seemed to revolve around you." He leaned closer, itching to rip her face off. "You called me 'Snap-Ay'?!"
"I did not know it was not pronounced zat way. It is what Madam Maxime called you, and I 'ad no reason to zink she mis-pronounced it."
He grabbed her robes (and possibly her bra straps; no wait, don't think that) and lifted her off her feet. To his annoyance, she was only surprised, not scared. "You did it on purpose!"
"I did not!"
It was possible she was telling the truth; at the moment, he didn't care. He'd had a lousy day, and he just wanted someone to blame. "So, you like jokes? How about I play one on you?!" With that, he threw her over the side.
Reason came flooding back and hit him like a tidal wave. The first thought that popped into his head was: Dumbledore's going to kill me.
Luckily for him (or perhaps unluckily), Dumbledore would not be performing executions any time soon. With a screech, Fleur flew back up to the top of the tower and hovered over the wall. She still looked human, but barely. Her mouth had become a hideous cross between jaws and beak, and it clacked angrily. Wings had sprouted from her shoulders and feathers covered her legs and arms. Her hands had half-way morphed into the claws of a raptor, and her blond hair waved around her face in the whirlwind her flapping wings created.
Snape was impressed. She looked evil.
"I 'OPE YOU LIKE BLOOD," she screeched, "BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO BE SEEING A LOT OF IT!!!!"
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Filch handed Snape another roll of bandages. "Sure you don't want to see Pmphrey?" he asked as he sat down on his desk next to Mrs. Norris.
"Hell, no." Snape dabbed disinfectant on the slashes Fleur had ever so kindly distributed all over his upper body. "She'll want to know what happened, and I'm not telling her the truth, nor am I going to tell her the owls don't like me." He wrapped the bandage around the gashes on his chest. Though the wounds hurt like hell, he was smiling.
"I've only seen you grin like that once before, and that was when the Granger girl was petrified a couple years ago." Filch raised an eyebrow, asking his question without speaking.
"Filch, I've never been more impressed in my life. She's got the sweet innocent girl look - "
"More like whore."
" - and underneath is a set of fangs that Voldemort would be proud of," Snape continued, preferring to ignore Filch's comment. He held out his right arm, which looked like it had gone through a shredder. "Could you give me a hand here?" His grin faded a bit. "It's a good thing she didn't think to attack my left arm."
Filch shrugged, took the bandage and wrapped it around Snape's arm for him. "I never thought you'd be the type to be immune to a veela."
Snape wondered at the change of subject until he heard the chattering outside the door. Students were nearby and might overhear. Since he didn't care much to talk about the Dark Mark, he happily took up the loose thread Filch dangled. "There is more than one way to ward one's self against veela powers."
"I know that if you're not sexually inclined towards the sex of a particular veela, then you end up disliking her or him, but that's all I know." He seemed to think for a minute. "I think Dumbledore is asexual; he doesn't seem to like any veelas in a sexual way...."
"If a man is totally devoted to a single woman," Snape said quickly, not wishing to discuss Dumbledore's sex life, "the veela will have no affect on him. Devoted is the key word; the object in question doesn't necessarily have to be female or even human."
"Ah, that explains it." Filch grinned as he tied off the end of the bandage. "There's only one lady in my life. Isn't that right, my sweet?" That last line was directed towards Mrs. Norris, who purred in response. "Doesn't explain Hagrid, though. The whore doesn't affect him, and I'd know if she did. I've seen him smitten before."
"Hagrid sees anyone under 6 feet as being a child," Snape replied. "If you see a veela as an elder or a child, they cannot affect you."
"Hmm. Maybe that's why she doesn't affect Dumbledore. Even I don't know how old he is. Probably sees Flitwick as a child." He put away the bandage roll and looked at the Potions Master. "So, what are you going to do about her?"
"What else? As impressed as I was by her display, I don't fancy seeing it again." He pulled on clean, unshredded robes then bundled the ruined ones up. "I'll get her some time this week and call a truce." He looked at the bundle in his hands. "What should I do with this? The house- elves won't be able to repair it."
"I'll give it to Hagrid," Filch said, taking it. "He's been saying he wants to make a bed for that monstrosity that he calls Fluffy."
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End of Chapter Seven
Snape was going to murder her. Slowly.
So, she thought I wouldn't find out, did she? He thought, tramping up the stairs. He knew she was at the top of the North Tower; Hooch said she liked the view from up there. If she didn't give him an answer he liked, she was going to discover more than a nice view.
Fleur turned as he burst through the door. She was right next to the wall, leaning her arms on the top of it. She must've been looking at the Forbidden Forest.
He stalked over and glared down at her. "Think you're funny, do you?!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I overheard Hooch telling McGonagall a VERY amusing story, one which seemed to revolve around you." He leaned closer, itching to rip her face off. "You called me 'Snap-Ay'?!"
"I did not know it was not pronounced zat way. It is what Madam Maxime called you, and I 'ad no reason to zink she mis-pronounced it."
He grabbed her robes (and possibly her bra straps; no wait, don't think that) and lifted her off her feet. To his annoyance, she was only surprised, not scared. "You did it on purpose!"
"I did not!"
It was possible she was telling the truth; at the moment, he didn't care. He'd had a lousy day, and he just wanted someone to blame. "So, you like jokes? How about I play one on you?!" With that, he threw her over the side.
Reason came flooding back and hit him like a tidal wave. The first thought that popped into his head was: Dumbledore's going to kill me.
Luckily for him (or perhaps unluckily), Dumbledore would not be performing executions any time soon. With a screech, Fleur flew back up to the top of the tower and hovered over the wall. She still looked human, but barely. Her mouth had become a hideous cross between jaws and beak, and it clacked angrily. Wings had sprouted from her shoulders and feathers covered her legs and arms. Her hands had half-way morphed into the claws of a raptor, and her blond hair waved around her face in the whirlwind her flapping wings created.
Snape was impressed. She looked evil.
"I 'OPE YOU LIKE BLOOD," she screeched, "BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO BE SEEING A LOT OF IT!!!!"
@
Filch handed Snape another roll of bandages. "Sure you don't want to see Pmphrey?" he asked as he sat down on his desk next to Mrs. Norris.
"Hell, no." Snape dabbed disinfectant on the slashes Fleur had ever so kindly distributed all over his upper body. "She'll want to know what happened, and I'm not telling her the truth, nor am I going to tell her the owls don't like me." He wrapped the bandage around the gashes on his chest. Though the wounds hurt like hell, he was smiling.
"I've only seen you grin like that once before, and that was when the Granger girl was petrified a couple years ago." Filch raised an eyebrow, asking his question without speaking.
"Filch, I've never been more impressed in my life. She's got the sweet innocent girl look - "
"More like whore."
" - and underneath is a set of fangs that Voldemort would be proud of," Snape continued, preferring to ignore Filch's comment. He held out his right arm, which looked like it had gone through a shredder. "Could you give me a hand here?" His grin faded a bit. "It's a good thing she didn't think to attack my left arm."
Filch shrugged, took the bandage and wrapped it around Snape's arm for him. "I never thought you'd be the type to be immune to a veela."
Snape wondered at the change of subject until he heard the chattering outside the door. Students were nearby and might overhear. Since he didn't care much to talk about the Dark Mark, he happily took up the loose thread Filch dangled. "There is more than one way to ward one's self against veela powers."
"I know that if you're not sexually inclined towards the sex of a particular veela, then you end up disliking her or him, but that's all I know." He seemed to think for a minute. "I think Dumbledore is asexual; he doesn't seem to like any veelas in a sexual way...."
"If a man is totally devoted to a single woman," Snape said quickly, not wishing to discuss Dumbledore's sex life, "the veela will have no affect on him. Devoted is the key word; the object in question doesn't necessarily have to be female or even human."
"Ah, that explains it." Filch grinned as he tied off the end of the bandage. "There's only one lady in my life. Isn't that right, my sweet?" That last line was directed towards Mrs. Norris, who purred in response. "Doesn't explain Hagrid, though. The whore doesn't affect him, and I'd know if she did. I've seen him smitten before."
"Hagrid sees anyone under 6 feet as being a child," Snape replied. "If you see a veela as an elder or a child, they cannot affect you."
"Hmm. Maybe that's why she doesn't affect Dumbledore. Even I don't know how old he is. Probably sees Flitwick as a child." He put away the bandage roll and looked at the Potions Master. "So, what are you going to do about her?"
"What else? As impressed as I was by her display, I don't fancy seeing it again." He pulled on clean, unshredded robes then bundled the ruined ones up. "I'll get her some time this week and call a truce." He looked at the bundle in his hands. "What should I do with this? The house- elves won't be able to repair it."
"I'll give it to Hagrid," Filch said, taking it. "He's been saying he wants to make a bed for that monstrosity that he calls Fluffy."
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End of Chapter Seven