CHAPTER FIVE-
SNAPE THE SPY
"I'm cooking," Ron announced. "I may not be good at it, but I have the urge to cook."
"Go ahead," Harry edged on. "Let's have a cooking contest. Let's see who cooks better. It will
waste time. Hermione can be the judge."
"And since I have been to many foreign countries with exotic food, I think I can pick out a
winner."
"This is stupid. Nevermind," Ron said and put down the pot he had just gotten out.
"What? Are you a wimp?" Hermione bespoke.
"No," Ron said simply.
"Are you a sucker?" she asked.
"I'm a sucker for you!" Ron said playfully and jumped onto the couch to tickle Hermione.
"I'll cook, I guess," Harry said, but there was no response back from that comment. Harry
turned around.
"...Why is it I'm not dating? Everytime I see Ron act the way he does, I just want to gag up
my dinner..." Harry thought to himself as he boiled some water. Hermione was still giggling while Ron
talked to her in baby-talk.
"Sickening," Harry accidentally said aloud.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Sickening?"
"Huh?" Harry asked and turned around.
"You said 'sickening.'"
"No I didn't," Harry lied.
Hermione shrugged and went back to Ron.
Within seconds, the giggling began again. Harry couldn't stand it. He needed a girlfriend. He
didn't want to listen to their feebleminded frolicking.
"Damn it!" Harry started. "I am going out!"
And with a turn, Harry grabbed his cloak, flung it over his shoulder and left the room.
Ron watched him leave.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Ron asked gently and then brushed the hair out of
Hermione's face.
She jumped up suddenly, startling Ron.
"Why on earth am I doing this?"
"Doing what?" Ron asked quizzically.
"Having stupid play sessions with you. I can't go out with anyone. I don't love you... I only like
you as a friend."
"What?" Ron said, a bit mad.
"Were over. I mean, no offense to you... but I don't feel right doing this."
"Hermione– why!?"
"I'm... Erm... going for a walk," she said and kissed Ron on the forehead for one last time.
"Can we discuss this, please?" Ron asked, while getting up and following Hermione as she
grabbed her wand.
"No," Hermione said simply. "I'll be back tonight... maybe then we can talk."
Hermione then exited the room, closing the door on a chapter never finished to her life, and
caught up to Harry. He seemed to be crying a bit. Hermione nudged him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, seeming more jubilant then ever.
"I have no idea," Harry said and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Why are you so happy."
"Broke up with Ron– but that's not the point. Why are you crying?"
"I dunno... I'm so confused Hermione. I don't know who I like. My thoughts are just like–
tearing me in all these different directions."
"Yeah. I know how you feel. Who is it you like and can't decide between?"
Harry stopped and looked at Hermione. "Cho... and– well, it's not important."
"Yes it is," Hermione said and without looking down, put a finger in the palm of his hand.
"You," Harry said. "You or Cho."
"Well... you can drop me out of the picture. I used to like you Harry... but not anymore. I'm
sorry. I don't think I'm going to date for a while. Ron and I weren't meant for each other and neither
are we. Friends?"
Harry looked at Hermione during her last comment with a bitter look on his face. He let go of
her finger and walked away, leaving Hermione in the middle of the hallway, looking stunned.
Ron was in the Headquarters, sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
Lupin, Tonks, and Mad-Eye were each in Dumbledore's new office at Affotts. Fudge stood next
to Fawkes, the admirable phoenix.
"We have sent five Aurors down to London along with some Ministry employees to get rid of
these annoying Dementors. There isn't a death toll yet that we can announce. We should be getting
one shortly," Fudge said.
"What will we tell the families of those who died?" Lupin enquired.
"Well first," Fudge said, "we will try and revive them. There are ways to do so. If they have
received the Dementor's Kiss, than it will be easy to get their souls back. If you kill a Dementor, it
erupts in a cloud of black smoke sending everyone's souls that it's killed back to it's owner. They will
then awake good as new. Memory charms next by putting one over the entire Muggle community
down there. It's going to be all in the newspapers that hooded figures were seen floating around
South London."
Everyone laughed. At that moment, Fawkes squawked. A piece of parchment, folded up like a
bird, flew through the doorway and right into Fudge's arms.
Fudge opened it and read it... to a much cumbersome silence.
"No one is dead..."
"Well that is good Cornelius," Dumbledore said.
"No one is even there."
"Come again?" Tonks said.
"It says on this letter: Dear Mr. Fudge. We have just arrived and searched all of South
London. There is no one on the streets, no Dementors, and no one in their homes which was detected
using a see-through charm. I hope this did you some good. If everyone went on vacation on the same
day in South London, and all the Dementors just went home, it would be a magnificent coincidence."
"How can that be?" Mad-Eye growled.
Fudge shook his head.
"This is no coincidence," Dumbledore stated. "A big plan has taken place. My fear is that all of
this happened while the Ministry of Magic was on fire. A desperate attempt to divert us from the scene
in London."
"But Albus," Lupin began. "Didn't Petunia say that the televisions were full of reports of killings
by hooded figures?"
"Yes... You see Remus– The Dementors probably killed some innocent people for coverage so
that everyone could see the terror of what was happening. And then, during the fire, everyone
disappeared."
Everyone understood now.
"Where is Petunia, by the way?" Tonks asked.
She didn't come with us to the Headquarters and never came out of that hiding room during the
attack."
"She apparated to my office to tell me what happened. She is now talking to some Ministry
officials in the main lobby. She'll be around shortly."
"Well... we need to get this Dementor crap sorted out," Fudge claimed frustratingly.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Tom... oh Tom. Taking Muggles hostage now are we?"
"We also need to find out where Arabella Figg is," Mad-Eye added.
"Dead," said Aunt Petunia, walking into Dumbledore's office.
"Dead?" Dumbledore repeated.
She nodded. "The Magic Law Enforcement Department searched her house more and found a
staircase down to the basement. It looks like Avada Kedavra did his magic again."
A tear ran down Dumbledore's face. "Who did it... and why?"
"No sign of who did it, but a note was left by her body. It said that she had valuable
information and it was time she for her to die. When the house was searched again, notecards on her
bedside table were found with names of every Death Eater and descriptions of them... recent plans of
the Dark-Lord, and hints as how to kill Harry Potter.
Dumbledore looked up. "I expect for him to be guarded WITHOUT him knowing. He always
ends up getting upset."
Suddenly, Percy Weasley came running into the office shouting, "MR. FUDGE!!"
"Well, Percy, having fun not communicating and ditching your family?" Mad-Eye asked.
Percy glared at him. "Very much so."
"Did you need something Mr. Weasley?" Fudge asked.
"Arabella Figg accepted those note cards from one of Voldemort's fake supporters. He had to
get the cards out of his hands. Figg accepted the trade and kept them safe in her home. Voldemort
then found out the supporter was handing off information. The supporter ran for it."
"How do we know this?" Fudge asked.
"The supporter is sitting in the lobby, sir."
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Severus Snape."
SNAPE THE SPY
"I'm cooking," Ron announced. "I may not be good at it, but I have the urge to cook."
"Go ahead," Harry edged on. "Let's have a cooking contest. Let's see who cooks better. It will
waste time. Hermione can be the judge."
"And since I have been to many foreign countries with exotic food, I think I can pick out a
winner."
"This is stupid. Nevermind," Ron said and put down the pot he had just gotten out.
"What? Are you a wimp?" Hermione bespoke.
"No," Ron said simply.
"Are you a sucker?" she asked.
"I'm a sucker for you!" Ron said playfully and jumped onto the couch to tickle Hermione.
"I'll cook, I guess," Harry said, but there was no response back from that comment. Harry
turned around.
"...Why is it I'm not dating? Everytime I see Ron act the way he does, I just want to gag up
my dinner..." Harry thought to himself as he boiled some water. Hermione was still giggling while Ron
talked to her in baby-talk.
"Sickening," Harry accidentally said aloud.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Sickening?"
"Huh?" Harry asked and turned around.
"You said 'sickening.'"
"No I didn't," Harry lied.
Hermione shrugged and went back to Ron.
Within seconds, the giggling began again. Harry couldn't stand it. He needed a girlfriend. He
didn't want to listen to their feebleminded frolicking.
"Damn it!" Harry started. "I am going out!"
And with a turn, Harry grabbed his cloak, flung it over his shoulder and left the room.
Ron watched him leave.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Ron asked gently and then brushed the hair out of
Hermione's face.
She jumped up suddenly, startling Ron.
"Why on earth am I doing this?"
"Doing what?" Ron asked quizzically.
"Having stupid play sessions with you. I can't go out with anyone. I don't love you... I only like
you as a friend."
"What?" Ron said, a bit mad.
"Were over. I mean, no offense to you... but I don't feel right doing this."
"Hermione– why!?"
"I'm... Erm... going for a walk," she said and kissed Ron on the forehead for one last time.
"Can we discuss this, please?" Ron asked, while getting up and following Hermione as she
grabbed her wand.
"No," Hermione said simply. "I'll be back tonight... maybe then we can talk."
Hermione then exited the room, closing the door on a chapter never finished to her life, and
caught up to Harry. He seemed to be crying a bit. Hermione nudged him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, seeming more jubilant then ever.
"I have no idea," Harry said and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Why are you so happy."
"Broke up with Ron– but that's not the point. Why are you crying?"
"I dunno... I'm so confused Hermione. I don't know who I like. My thoughts are just like–
tearing me in all these different directions."
"Yeah. I know how you feel. Who is it you like and can't decide between?"
Harry stopped and looked at Hermione. "Cho... and– well, it's not important."
"Yes it is," Hermione said and without looking down, put a finger in the palm of his hand.
"You," Harry said. "You or Cho."
"Well... you can drop me out of the picture. I used to like you Harry... but not anymore. I'm
sorry. I don't think I'm going to date for a while. Ron and I weren't meant for each other and neither
are we. Friends?"
Harry looked at Hermione during her last comment with a bitter look on his face. He let go of
her finger and walked away, leaving Hermione in the middle of the hallway, looking stunned.
Ron was in the Headquarters, sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
Lupin, Tonks, and Mad-Eye were each in Dumbledore's new office at Affotts. Fudge stood next
to Fawkes, the admirable phoenix.
"We have sent five Aurors down to London along with some Ministry employees to get rid of
these annoying Dementors. There isn't a death toll yet that we can announce. We should be getting
one shortly," Fudge said.
"What will we tell the families of those who died?" Lupin enquired.
"Well first," Fudge said, "we will try and revive them. There are ways to do so. If they have
received the Dementor's Kiss, than it will be easy to get their souls back. If you kill a Dementor, it
erupts in a cloud of black smoke sending everyone's souls that it's killed back to it's owner. They will
then awake good as new. Memory charms next by putting one over the entire Muggle community
down there. It's going to be all in the newspapers that hooded figures were seen floating around
South London."
Everyone laughed. At that moment, Fawkes squawked. A piece of parchment, folded up like a
bird, flew through the doorway and right into Fudge's arms.
Fudge opened it and read it... to a much cumbersome silence.
"No one is dead..."
"Well that is good Cornelius," Dumbledore said.
"No one is even there."
"Come again?" Tonks said.
"It says on this letter: Dear Mr. Fudge. We have just arrived and searched all of South
London. There is no one on the streets, no Dementors, and no one in their homes which was detected
using a see-through charm. I hope this did you some good. If everyone went on vacation on the same
day in South London, and all the Dementors just went home, it would be a magnificent coincidence."
"How can that be?" Mad-Eye growled.
Fudge shook his head.
"This is no coincidence," Dumbledore stated. "A big plan has taken place. My fear is that all of
this happened while the Ministry of Magic was on fire. A desperate attempt to divert us from the scene
in London."
"But Albus," Lupin began. "Didn't Petunia say that the televisions were full of reports of killings
by hooded figures?"
"Yes... You see Remus– The Dementors probably killed some innocent people for coverage so
that everyone could see the terror of what was happening. And then, during the fire, everyone
disappeared."
Everyone understood now.
"Where is Petunia, by the way?" Tonks asked.
She didn't come with us to the Headquarters and never came out of that hiding room during the
attack."
"She apparated to my office to tell me what happened. She is now talking to some Ministry
officials in the main lobby. She'll be around shortly."
"Well... we need to get this Dementor crap sorted out," Fudge claimed frustratingly.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Tom... oh Tom. Taking Muggles hostage now are we?"
"We also need to find out where Arabella Figg is," Mad-Eye added.
"Dead," said Aunt Petunia, walking into Dumbledore's office.
"Dead?" Dumbledore repeated.
She nodded. "The Magic Law Enforcement Department searched her house more and found a
staircase down to the basement. It looks like Avada Kedavra did his magic again."
A tear ran down Dumbledore's face. "Who did it... and why?"
"No sign of who did it, but a note was left by her body. It said that she had valuable
information and it was time she for her to die. When the house was searched again, notecards on her
bedside table were found with names of every Death Eater and descriptions of them... recent plans of
the Dark-Lord, and hints as how to kill Harry Potter.
Dumbledore looked up. "I expect for him to be guarded WITHOUT him knowing. He always
ends up getting upset."
Suddenly, Percy Weasley came running into the office shouting, "MR. FUDGE!!"
"Well, Percy, having fun not communicating and ditching your family?" Mad-Eye asked.
Percy glared at him. "Very much so."
"Did you need something Mr. Weasley?" Fudge asked.
"Arabella Figg accepted those note cards from one of Voldemort's fake supporters. He had to
get the cards out of his hands. Figg accepted the trade and kept them safe in her home. Voldemort
then found out the supporter was handing off information. The supporter ran for it."
"How do we know this?" Fudge asked.
"The supporter is sitting in the lobby, sir."
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Severus Snape."