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Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Authors Note: Oh! I feel so bad about leaving this last chapter. I think the next chapter might be an authors note so I can thank all of my lovely reviewers. But, I must admit, I have been a naughty girl, I should be punished. Instead of writing for you, I have been brooding over One Chance (chapter nineteen) and writing a crappy history paper for my teacher. As it is Spring Break (*jumps in the air and squeals in joy*) I will be sleeping, writing, reading, and staring at horses (THERE'S A NEW COLT! HE'S SO CUTE!) for the remainder of the week. I apologize now for the cliffy at the end. Yes, it was intentional.
Chapter Seven Rot in Azkaban
"Albus!" Snape yelled as the girls steps retreated down the stairs.
"Yes Severus?" The old man replied, not in the least bit peeved.
"You can't let her do this!" He shouted.
The Headmaster whispered a silencing spell.
"It seems that I can Severus." Albus responded.
"This is bull shit!" Snape yelled, before adding, "Forgive the American Sir."
"Severus, you *will* stay inside the castle, and you *will* respect the fact that Miss Granger brought this to our attention. She could have kept it to herself, and you could very well be dead! Now, go back to the dungeons Severus."
"But Albus-."
"Now, Severus."
Snape left.
And he reflected.
If looks could kill, a lot of people wold be dead, and the rest of them thrown in Azkaban for murder.
As he walked, his mind trailed off, and he didn't notice where he was before it was too late.
Thunk.
The two men slammed into each other, both not thinking.
"Professor Snape!"
"Mr Malfoy."
"I -. I was just-." Malfoy began.
"Don't bother with excuses. Five points from Slytherin for an attempted lie. Now get out of my sight."
"Sir. I am not trying to lie to you. I was trying to ask you a question." Draco said bravely.
"Fine. Accompany to my office."
'Fine.' Draco thought bitterly. It was time to knock some sense into his Head of House, no matter how many detentions it got him.
Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Authors Note: Oh! I feel so bad about leaving this last chapter. I think the next chapter might be an authors note so I can thank all of my lovely reviewers. But, I must admit, I have been a naughty girl, I should be punished. Instead of writing for you, I have been brooding over One Chance (chapter nineteen) and writing a crappy history paper for my teacher. As it is Spring Break (*jumps in the air and squeals in joy*) I will be sleeping, writing, reading, and staring at horses (THERE'S A NEW COLT! HE'S SO CUTE!) for the remainder of the week. I apologize now for the cliffy at the end. Yes, it was intentional.
Chapter Seven Rot in Azkaban
"Albus!" Snape yelled as the girls steps retreated down the stairs.
"Yes Severus?" The old man replied, not in the least bit peeved.
"You can't let her do this!" He shouted.
The Headmaster whispered a silencing spell.
"It seems that I can Severus." Albus responded.
"This is bull shit!" Snape yelled, before adding, "Forgive the American Sir."
"Severus, you *will* stay inside the castle, and you *will* respect the fact that Miss Granger brought this to our attention. She could have kept it to herself, and you could very well be dead! Now, go back to the dungeons Severus."
"But Albus-."
"Now, Severus."
Snape left.
And he reflected.
If looks could kill, a lot of people wold be dead, and the rest of them thrown in Azkaban for murder.
As he walked, his mind trailed off, and he didn't notice where he was before it was too late.
Thunk.
The two men slammed into each other, both not thinking.
"Professor Snape!"
"Mr Malfoy."
"I -. I was just-." Malfoy began.
"Don't bother with excuses. Five points from Slytherin for an attempted lie. Now get out of my sight."
"Sir. I am not trying to lie to you. I was trying to ask you a question." Draco said bravely.
"Fine. Accompany to my office."
'Fine.' Draco thought bitterly. It was time to knock some sense into his Head of House, no matter how many detentions it got him.