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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: Hey there. I am so, so, so, so, so, so sorry I haven't uploaded!!! I've had the change of quarter.And WASLS just finished. And we're starting new classes . I've been riding horses a lot, my play director hasn't resurfaced . I just haven't found time for you guys. And for everyone who is following this story and One Chance, I doubt I will update until summer when I have no more plays, tests, classes (except horseback riding) and its only a few weeks..
Chapter Nine Ennervate
Hopeless. That was the most fitting word Snape could come up for himself. And he didn't even think of it!
A knock on his door alerted him to the presence of someone else near his office.
"Who is it?" He snapped.
"God."
"Dammit Lucius, come in."
"Snape, old man!" Lucius Malfoy said as he opened the door.
"You'll always be older than me Malfoy." Snape returned.
Lucius' false smile faltered.
"What do you want?" Snape snapped, "I'm busy, I have to do more work for the old coot."
The 'old coot' being Dumbledore of course. It was a unspoken rule for the Death Eaters that they not refer to there enemies by their names.
"You felt the Mark twinge a week ago did you not?"
"I did." Snape responded.
"Good." Malfoy said as he turned on his heel and left the office.
Snape sat at his desk for a good hour before he got up and moved to the owlry, looking for his owl.
Bones crunched under his feet as he walked into the owlry. He looked up, searching the rows, but his owl wasn't there.
"Damn kids." Snape breathed, mentally making note of who would use his owl.
Zabini possibly.
Malfoy was almost a sure thing.
Snape cursed again.
He waited there in that room for an hour before he heard footsteps outside the door.
"Oh come on Draco, I know you have it." Snape heard Pansy Parkinson croon.
"Have what?" Malfoy snapped.
"You know what." Parkinson said as she pushed her back up against the door so that it would open.
Snape cursed mentally. He cast about for a stone, something, and found a pebble on the windowsill and transfigured it into an Invisibility Cloak just in time.
"What?" Malfoy repeated.
"The information Drakkey." Parkinson said.
"Never. Call. Me. That." Malfoy said through clenched teeth.
"What?" Parkinson asked "innocently".
"You know perfectly well what." Malfoy snapped.
"Give me the information Draco." Parkinson hissed.
"Look, I don't have any bloody idea what the hell you're on about Parkinson. So go bugger off."
The Pug-like Slytherin girl pulled out her wand and pointed it straight at Malfoy.
"Don't make me use this." She hissed venomously.
"I don't have anything for you Parkinson!" Malfoy said in a loud stage whisper.
"Stupefy!"
Snape watched in amazement as the young teen force-fed Veritaserum down Malfoy's throat.
"Now you will have to tell me." She whispered.
"Ennervate."
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: Hey there. I am so, so, so, so, so, so sorry I haven't uploaded!!! I've had the change of quarter.And WASLS just finished. And we're starting new classes . I've been riding horses a lot, my play director hasn't resurfaced . I just haven't found time for you guys. And for everyone who is following this story and One Chance, I doubt I will update until summer when I have no more plays, tests, classes (except horseback riding) and its only a few weeks..
Chapter Nine Ennervate
Hopeless. That was the most fitting word Snape could come up for himself. And he didn't even think of it!
A knock on his door alerted him to the presence of someone else near his office.
"Who is it?" He snapped.
"God."
"Dammit Lucius, come in."
"Snape, old man!" Lucius Malfoy said as he opened the door.
"You'll always be older than me Malfoy." Snape returned.
Lucius' false smile faltered.
"What do you want?" Snape snapped, "I'm busy, I have to do more work for the old coot."
The 'old coot' being Dumbledore of course. It was a unspoken rule for the Death Eaters that they not refer to there enemies by their names.
"You felt the Mark twinge a week ago did you not?"
"I did." Snape responded.
"Good." Malfoy said as he turned on his heel and left the office.
Snape sat at his desk for a good hour before he got up and moved to the owlry, looking for his owl.
Bones crunched under his feet as he walked into the owlry. He looked up, searching the rows, but his owl wasn't there.
"Damn kids." Snape breathed, mentally making note of who would use his owl.
Zabini possibly.
Malfoy was almost a sure thing.
Snape cursed again.
He waited there in that room for an hour before he heard footsteps outside the door.
"Oh come on Draco, I know you have it." Snape heard Pansy Parkinson croon.
"Have what?" Malfoy snapped.
"You know what." Parkinson said as she pushed her back up against the door so that it would open.
Snape cursed mentally. He cast about for a stone, something, and found a pebble on the windowsill and transfigured it into an Invisibility Cloak just in time.
"What?" Malfoy repeated.
"The information Drakkey." Parkinson said.
"Never. Call. Me. That." Malfoy said through clenched teeth.
"What?" Parkinson asked "innocently".
"You know perfectly well what." Malfoy snapped.
"Give me the information Draco." Parkinson hissed.
"Look, I don't have any bloody idea what the hell you're on about Parkinson. So go bugger off."
The Pug-like Slytherin girl pulled out her wand and pointed it straight at Malfoy.
"Don't make me use this." She hissed venomously.
"I don't have anything for you Parkinson!" Malfoy said in a loud stage whisper.
"Stupefy!"
Snape watched in amazement as the young teen force-fed Veritaserum down Malfoy's throat.
"Now you will have to tell me." She whispered.
"Ennervate."