A/N: Nobody reviewed my other chapter...:'( You people are so mean...Well anyways I know that chapter six really stinks but bare with me, things'll get better. You have no idea what I'm planning...;)
Chapter Seven: When the Dark Lord Calls
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A cold voice whispered in the dark, peering down at the shivering creature in front of him.
"Crucio!" He watched as the man in front of him withered in agony. He kneeled down, close to the man's ear.
"Do as I say! If that academy isn't destroyed within fifteen days then I'll make sure that you are!"
"Y-Y-Yes s-sir..." the pained man watched as his master swept briskly from the room.
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"...was a Death Eater. He died yesterday." Midori slowly turned around. She headed toward the Gryffindor House, not bothering to hide the unsteadiness in her steps.
"Way to go Ron!" Hermione cried, outraged. "You to Harry! What the hell were you getting at? 'Interesting?! Tell me Midori, how does that become interesting?'." She mimicked Ron. She turned around, running after Midori.
"Really, you two can be so cruel." Ginny said quietly, leaving to get to Potions. Ron and Harry looked at each other, confused.
"Girls..." Ron supplied, shaking his head. "I don't know...maybe it was wrong of us. But how were we supposed to know her father had just died. Also that he was a Death Eater? Did you even know that Harry?"
"No...she never told me that..." Harry said quietly. Why hadn't she told him?
"I told you, we should be suspicious of her." Ron said indignantly.
"Well, we should still say sorry." Harry finally said. Ron snorted,
"She's a Slytherin!"
"She's my friend!" Harry replied. He didn't like the thought of her in Slytherin, though. "She's a Gryffindor too..."
"I don't care what you say; she could just as well be a spy. She hasn't told you everything about herself. Like the fact that she knows Hagrid...?"
"Well it's not like I've told her much about me..." Harry said defensively. "And anyways I'm going to say sorry, you can come or not." Harry went off in the direction Hermione had taken. Ron sighed and raced to catch up with his friend.
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"Miss Weasley, may I ask if you've even been paying attention to any part of the last hour of class?" Snape turned to look at Ginny, unable to suppress a smirk. Another highlight of the day...taking points from Gryffindor. He watched as Ginny absentmindedly replied,
"No...Oh, I mean y-yes Professor Snape!" She looked frantic at her mistake. Ha! She must be fearing the worst...
"Seems not even a day goes by when I don't have to take points from Gryffindor. Even on the first day of class...Ten points, and if I catch you not paying attention again you'll be in detention." Snape watched as Ginny sighed, accepting the death glares from her fellow house members. She had lost a total of twenty-five points for Gryffindor, in just his class. Fifteen for being late, and now ten more. She looked like something heavy was on her mind. Snape couldn't help but wonder. He hated to admit it, but the young Weasley was one of his best students.
Snape stood near his desk, about to sit down when suddenly a searing pain shot through his arm. He almost cried out. He could feel the throbbing of the Dark Mark, calling him to the Dark Lord. It was almost unbearable.
"Class Dismissed!" He cried, glaring at the surprised students. They quickly hustled out of the room, wondering what had made their most loathsome professor let them out early. As Ginny, the last to leave, swept out the door, Snape quickly fled from his room, the Dark Mark still burning against his skin.
A/N: I realize these chapters are REALLY short, and that they REALLY suck. I'm busy...no actually; I'm not busy at all. But still. I'm suffering from SEVERE writer's block, and I just want to satisfy my taste to write. I realize that some of the people are OOC (out of character) but as I have no beta reader, it can't be helped...UNLESS someone decides to help ME OUT??? PLEASE REVIEW OR MAYBE I WON'T CONTINUE! ~Stuntwoman
