Surprising Evil
A/N- Once again, a huge thanks to all my reviewers.
Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any of the below mentioned characters.
Reviews- Widely welcome. This includes constructive criticism.
The Manor
With a crash into the side of a grate, Harry landed on all fours, covered from head to toe in black ashes. The sense of doom that had been sinking down upon him earlier crashed down in full force as he looked at his surroundings. This was definitely not The Burrow.
The chimney in which he sat was finely constructed of well placed bricks, framed with black steel and accompanied by three slightly charred logs sitting underneath his feet. He stepped out into a large room, its ceiling sitting high above him and arching into a point. The walls were painted a gleaming white, and facing him was a large open way leading out into a white hall, its floors the same polished wood as in this room.
A red cushioned love seat, held up on black legs, sat comfortably by the left wall, a large black, and slightly cruel looking, arm chair directly facing it, and the right wall opposite it holding several hard backed wooden chairs.
Hearing footsteps, Harry quickly ducked behind the love seat. He had narrowly made it behind the sofa just in time to hear the two voices he'd least expected.
"What business have you called me here for, Lucius?" The words rolled familiarly from the hateful man's lips and Harry's face was contorted into disgust. That voice could belong to no other than his greasy haired potions master, Serverus Snape.
"I believe it was you who wanted to know the identity of Voldemort's new ally?" Lucius's accusing voice rang out.
Harry knew Snape was a spy for Professor Dumbledore in Voldemort's inner circle, putting him on their side, but he'd never completely trusted the man. He was vile and rude, and hated Harry with an undying passion. Sitting in the Malfoy's entrance room talking about the Dark Lord didn't improve any thoughts of Snape in Harry's mind.
The bark of a dog brought him back to reality and away from his thoughts of Snape. For some reason the noise had sounded familiar, and carefully peering out from behind the couch he saw his godfather sitting by the open way, in his anigamus form of a black dog, wagging his tail and barking at a fair haired young boy.
"Draco," Snape greeted the young man, rather coldly. Draco nodded and sprawled himself out onto the love seat.
"Weren't you going to that young Crabbe's this afternoon?"
"Eager to rid of me, Father?" Draco asked cruelly.
Lucius shook his head with an exasperated sigh. "I was merely wondering, Draco."
"Crabbe wanted to impress me with his new broom." Harry couldn't see his face but he guessed it had resumed a position of ignorance, one most common to Draco. "I don't see how the clad will stay up in the air long enough to fly over here."
Snape had made his way over to the grate, leaning against the chimney and scrutinizing the room with his beady black eyes.
"What type does he have?"
"A Firebolt."
Both son and father snickered.
"Well, Draco you surely have him beat with that new broom I've bought you."
"Lightning Speed 8000," Draco purred almost fondly.
"Well, shouldn't we get on with this?" Asked Snape, sounding quite irritated at the father-son chatter.
"Impatient to find out, are we Serverus?"
Sirius barked again, and the potions master and two Malfoy's turned their heads towards the hall.
"Probably Crabbe now," said Draco hopping from the couch and sauntering into the hall.
"Come, Serverus. He's probably brought his father and Crabbe did say he had something to share with me." Lucius followed his son.
Snape exited the room last, kneeling down and whispering loud enough for Harry to hear, "You stay here" to the black dog.
Sirius growled, but did indeed stay as Snape marched out into the hallway.
Once the room was empty, besides the two presences of Harry and Sirius, a voice jolted the young boy.
"You can come out now, Harry." Spoke the quiet and bemused voice of Harry's godfather.
"How'd you know?" Harry asked, standing and rubbing at the ashes on the sleeves of his gray sweater.
"Dogs have a great sense of smell."
He walked over to his godson, nuzzling against the leg of his faded blue jeans.
"How have you been Sirius?"
He didn't answer, instead he asked, rather accusingly "What are you doing here?" And then, perking his ears, he pushed Harry down and walked back to the door.
Harry was about to cry out when Snape and Lucius walked back into the room.
"Great oaf he is, that Crabbe." Lucius scoffed, settling himself on the black armchair.
"I must agree," Said Snape, sitting awkwardly on the love seat. "He never was too bright."
"I must say, though, Serverus, upon my piece of news your face resembled his in the best of times."
Snape swallowed hard. "It was a great deal of information to soak in, Lucius."
With a quick glance at the black dog at the open way, Harry could tell Sirius had no clue to what they were talking about either.
"It's most pleasing, though, to know of our new ally." Lucius added.
"Yes, of course." Snape stood and walked to the chimney. "Come Snuffles."
Harry had to hide back a snicker. Neither Snape nor Sirius looked pleased at using the name.
"Honestly, Serverus, I don't see why you felt you had to take that mangy dog along."
Sirius growled, walking into the grate ahead of Snape.
Snape picked up a handful of the dust from the silver pot sitting above it and threw it into the fire that had appeared after a flick of the wand, concealed in his robe. As he disappeared into the green flames, his words were lost on Harry, he was too busy listening to Lucius.
"Yes, Voldemort's new ally is most pleasing."
At that, he walked from the room and Harry scurried into the grate himself. Repeating Snape's before actions he shouted out "The Burrow!" Watching as Lucius's shocked face, returning to the room, came back into view and the Malfoy Manor disappeared, Harry anticipated his arrival at The Burrow.
Confusion entered his thoughts at the sense of dread filling him. The thought of Voldemort's ally being discovered should be comforting, but something nagged at the back of his mind. A sense of dread had filled him and it refused to leave as he arrived in the warm household of the Weasley's.
A/N- Once again, a huge thanks to all my reviewers.
Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any of the below mentioned characters.
Reviews- Widely welcome. This includes constructive criticism.
The Manor
With a crash into the side of a grate, Harry landed on all fours, covered from head to toe in black ashes. The sense of doom that had been sinking down upon him earlier crashed down in full force as he looked at his surroundings. This was definitely not The Burrow.
The chimney in which he sat was finely constructed of well placed bricks, framed with black steel and accompanied by three slightly charred logs sitting underneath his feet. He stepped out into a large room, its ceiling sitting high above him and arching into a point. The walls were painted a gleaming white, and facing him was a large open way leading out into a white hall, its floors the same polished wood as in this room.
A red cushioned love seat, held up on black legs, sat comfortably by the left wall, a large black, and slightly cruel looking, arm chair directly facing it, and the right wall opposite it holding several hard backed wooden chairs.
Hearing footsteps, Harry quickly ducked behind the love seat. He had narrowly made it behind the sofa just in time to hear the two voices he'd least expected.
"What business have you called me here for, Lucius?" The words rolled familiarly from the hateful man's lips and Harry's face was contorted into disgust. That voice could belong to no other than his greasy haired potions master, Serverus Snape.
"I believe it was you who wanted to know the identity of Voldemort's new ally?" Lucius's accusing voice rang out.
Harry knew Snape was a spy for Professor Dumbledore in Voldemort's inner circle, putting him on their side, but he'd never completely trusted the man. He was vile and rude, and hated Harry with an undying passion. Sitting in the Malfoy's entrance room talking about the Dark Lord didn't improve any thoughts of Snape in Harry's mind.
The bark of a dog brought him back to reality and away from his thoughts of Snape. For some reason the noise had sounded familiar, and carefully peering out from behind the couch he saw his godfather sitting by the open way, in his anigamus form of a black dog, wagging his tail and barking at a fair haired young boy.
"Draco," Snape greeted the young man, rather coldly. Draco nodded and sprawled himself out onto the love seat.
"Weren't you going to that young Crabbe's this afternoon?"
"Eager to rid of me, Father?" Draco asked cruelly.
Lucius shook his head with an exasperated sigh. "I was merely wondering, Draco."
"Crabbe wanted to impress me with his new broom." Harry couldn't see his face but he guessed it had resumed a position of ignorance, one most common to Draco. "I don't see how the clad will stay up in the air long enough to fly over here."
Snape had made his way over to the grate, leaning against the chimney and scrutinizing the room with his beady black eyes.
"What type does he have?"
"A Firebolt."
Both son and father snickered.
"Well, Draco you surely have him beat with that new broom I've bought you."
"Lightning Speed 8000," Draco purred almost fondly.
"Well, shouldn't we get on with this?" Asked Snape, sounding quite irritated at the father-son chatter.
"Impatient to find out, are we Serverus?"
Sirius barked again, and the potions master and two Malfoy's turned their heads towards the hall.
"Probably Crabbe now," said Draco hopping from the couch and sauntering into the hall.
"Come, Serverus. He's probably brought his father and Crabbe did say he had something to share with me." Lucius followed his son.
Snape exited the room last, kneeling down and whispering loud enough for Harry to hear, "You stay here" to the black dog.
Sirius growled, but did indeed stay as Snape marched out into the hallway.
Once the room was empty, besides the two presences of Harry and Sirius, a voice jolted the young boy.
"You can come out now, Harry." Spoke the quiet and bemused voice of Harry's godfather.
"How'd you know?" Harry asked, standing and rubbing at the ashes on the sleeves of his gray sweater.
"Dogs have a great sense of smell."
He walked over to his godson, nuzzling against the leg of his faded blue jeans.
"How have you been Sirius?"
He didn't answer, instead he asked, rather accusingly "What are you doing here?" And then, perking his ears, he pushed Harry down and walked back to the door.
Harry was about to cry out when Snape and Lucius walked back into the room.
"Great oaf he is, that Crabbe." Lucius scoffed, settling himself on the black armchair.
"I must agree," Said Snape, sitting awkwardly on the love seat. "He never was too bright."
"I must say, though, Serverus, upon my piece of news your face resembled his in the best of times."
Snape swallowed hard. "It was a great deal of information to soak in, Lucius."
With a quick glance at the black dog at the open way, Harry could tell Sirius had no clue to what they were talking about either.
"It's most pleasing, though, to know of our new ally." Lucius added.
"Yes, of course." Snape stood and walked to the chimney. "Come Snuffles."
Harry had to hide back a snicker. Neither Snape nor Sirius looked pleased at using the name.
"Honestly, Serverus, I don't see why you felt you had to take that mangy dog along."
Sirius growled, walking into the grate ahead of Snape.
Snape picked up a handful of the dust from the silver pot sitting above it and threw it into the fire that had appeared after a flick of the wand, concealed in his robe. As he disappeared into the green flames, his words were lost on Harry, he was too busy listening to Lucius.
"Yes, Voldemort's new ally is most pleasing."
At that, he walked from the room and Harry scurried into the grate himself. Repeating Snape's before actions he shouted out "The Burrow!" Watching as Lucius's shocked face, returning to the room, came back into view and the Malfoy Manor disappeared, Harry anticipated his arrival at The Burrow.
Confusion entered his thoughts at the sense of dread filling him. The thought of Voldemort's ally being discovered should be comforting, but something nagged at the back of his mind. A sense of dread had filled him and it refused to leave as he arrived in the warm household of the Weasley's.
