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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 . . .
Chapter Ten Slimy Owl Droppings
* "Ennervate." *
"Shit Parkinson." Malfoy said as he sat up.
"Hello to you too, Drakkey." Parkinson crooned.
Snape stifled a snort as he saw Malfoy's face contort.
"Do you have the information Draco?" Parkinson asked before Malfoy could respond.
Malfoy's eyes flickered. He was fighting the potion. Good boy. "Yes." He said reluctantly.
"When is it?"
"Soon."
"STUPEFY!" Snape yelled.
*Thunk* Miss Pansy Parkinson's stunned body hit the filthy Owlry floor with a crack of bone again stone.
Snape started. He had thought her head had cracked, rendering her useless, but it was only her arm. Broken from the fall.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"Yes sir." The potion was still in effect then.
"When is what?" Snape asked carefully.
"The Dark Lords return." Malfoy said in a monotone voice.
"Shit."
'Who's helping him?' Snape thought. He began crossing out unlikely members.
Pettigrew- Dead
Lestrange's - Prison
Macnair - Prison
Crabbe Sr-Dead
Goyle Sr - Dead
That left too many.
"Who do you know is helping him Malfoy?" Snape asked carefully.
"My father. You. My mother." Malfoy said, as his eyes began to clear.
"Me?" Snape asked incredulously.
"Sir? What about you?" Malfoy said as the potion lost its effect.
"Bugger. OBLIVIATE!" Snape roared.
"Professor Snape? What happened?"
"You came up to the Owlry with Miss Parkinson to send a letter. Miss Parkinson fell on a rather slimy owl dropping and got knocked out. You tripped over her coming up the stairs and lost consciousness yourself. I revived you and now I will leave."
"Um, thank you Sir." Malfoy said confusedly.
Snape left, his mind buzzing.
He was helping?
How?
Time for another little chat with "The Old Fool".
~~~
"No, Severus. You cannot leave the school." Dumbledore said firmly.
"Albus, the boy said I was helping the Dark Lord with his parents. How am I supposed to do that by staying here?" Snape asked, his voice a forced calm.
"Perhaps you are helping them by staying here."
"All the more reason for me to leave then."
"No, Severus."
"But Albus -!"
"No."
Snape sighed. "Fine. I'll go sit in the dungeons and be a good pain in the schools arse, shall I?" He swept quickly out of the room, glaring at students as he passed them in the hall.
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 . . .
Chapter Ten Slimy Owl Droppings
* "Ennervate." *
"Shit Parkinson." Malfoy said as he sat up.
"Hello to you too, Drakkey." Parkinson crooned.
Snape stifled a snort as he saw Malfoy's face contort.
"Do you have the information Draco?" Parkinson asked before Malfoy could respond.
Malfoy's eyes flickered. He was fighting the potion. Good boy. "Yes." He said reluctantly.
"When is it?"
"Soon."
"STUPEFY!" Snape yelled.
*Thunk* Miss Pansy Parkinson's stunned body hit the filthy Owlry floor with a crack of bone again stone.
Snape started. He had thought her head had cracked, rendering her useless, but it was only her arm. Broken from the fall.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"Yes sir." The potion was still in effect then.
"When is what?" Snape asked carefully.
"The Dark Lords return." Malfoy said in a monotone voice.
"Shit."
'Who's helping him?' Snape thought. He began crossing out unlikely members.
Pettigrew- Dead
Lestrange's - Prison
Macnair - Prison
Crabbe Sr-Dead
Goyle Sr - Dead
That left too many.
"Who do you know is helping him Malfoy?" Snape asked carefully.
"My father. You. My mother." Malfoy said, as his eyes began to clear.
"Me?" Snape asked incredulously.
"Sir? What about you?" Malfoy said as the potion lost its effect.
"Bugger. OBLIVIATE!" Snape roared.
"Professor Snape? What happened?"
"You came up to the Owlry with Miss Parkinson to send a letter. Miss Parkinson fell on a rather slimy owl dropping and got knocked out. You tripped over her coming up the stairs and lost consciousness yourself. I revived you and now I will leave."
"Um, thank you Sir." Malfoy said confusedly.
Snape left, his mind buzzing.
He was helping?
How?
Time for another little chat with "The Old Fool".
~~~
"No, Severus. You cannot leave the school." Dumbledore said firmly.
"Albus, the boy said I was helping the Dark Lord with his parents. How am I supposed to do that by staying here?" Snape asked, his voice a forced calm.
"Perhaps you are helping them by staying here."
"All the more reason for me to leave then."
"No, Severus."
"But Albus -!"
"No."
Snape sighed. "Fine. I'll go sit in the dungeons and be a good pain in the schools arse, shall I?" He swept quickly out of the room, glaring at students as he passed them in the hall.