Marauding the Marauders,
chapter
three
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Severus had been contemplating his mysterious conversation with Lucius the whole time between running late into class and the end of double potions with gryffindor. Although his Draught of Peace came out perfectly (as usual), he absent-mindedly ran his hand through his hair when it was covered with syrup of hellebore, making it an even more greasy mess. The only distraction he had the whole period was when Sirius Black and James Potter received dentention for over-turning Narcissa's cauldron.
"It wasn't my fault, Professor, she had it too close to the edge!" Sirius exclaimed innocently.
"Honestly, Sirius," Narcissa hissed vehemently, "its no wonder your mum disowned you!"
Sirius looked like he had been slapped. Regaining his bad-ass composure, he snidely remarked, "Andromeda is twice the witch you or Bellatrix will ever be, Narcissa, and she's going to marry a muggle. It seems that she, like myself, missed the stupid genes somewhere. I'll never know how she managed to be your sister, but I'm glad she was disowned by Mother too."
When the bell rang and James and Sirius stalked out of the dungeon, Narcissa was on the brink of tears. Severus stayed behind to help her clean up the mess and start again. "Evanesco." The potion all over the floor evaporated. "Don't worry about Black, Narcissa. He's ashamed that he has no family, anyway, and he wanted to take it out on you."
Sniffing, she looked at Severus. "How..." she started, but he cut her off. "I can tell. I understand, in a way, because my parents are both dead too." Or dead to me, anyway. Narcissa tried to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He shrugged off handedly. "I don't really care, I was young when it happened. I wish they would have left me some money, though..." he trailed with a tinge of bitterness to his voice. "Now," he said, very much like a profesor would, "the first step to the Draught of Peace is fairly simple..."
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Lucius stared across the room into the magical green fire. So, he thought, this is where it all begins...
Bellatrix Black was lounging on the couch next to Rabastan Lestrange. They were an odd couple. Bellatrix had long, shiny black hair that reached her waist. She seems quite the tom-boy at first glance with her never meticulous uniform, but her beauty gave her the elegance that only the Black house would posses. Very few knew that she was sisters with Narcissa. Rabastan, on the other hand, seemed the exact opposite of Bellatrix. Although his uniform (or anything else he wears) is always perfect, he was the class clown of the slytherin house, and was always the one behind the practical jokes. His hair, a deep chesnut, is the mirror image of the hair his twin brother, Rudolphus, has. Their families want to tie together somehow, so Bellatrix and Rabastan were the most likely candidates. Though most people whould be bitter about an arranged marriage, they liked each other well enough, so it really wasn't too much of a problem.
The dark wood grandfather clock chimed three times just as soon as Severus hurried into the room, looking flustered. "Sorry I'm late, I had a little run-in with Potter and Black, I couldn't..."
"We know," Lucius cut his explanation short,"and that's why we're here." ostioning for Severus to have a seat, Lucius began pacing in front of the fire. "The situation with Potter and Black is getting out of hand. They think they own Hogwarts, which is ridiculous, because I own half of the castle anyway. Everyone else has no aversion to the miscreante, as well as the mongrel and the little ratty, helpless one, but they have made a mockery of the slytherin house..."
"Hear, hear!" Rabastan interjected helpfully.
"...and must be dealt with accordingly, by any means necessary. Are we all at an understanding?" A terse moment of scilence ensued, then Severus questioned carefully, "What do you propose we do, Lucius? How can we change the way others see Potter and Black?"
Lucius smiled with that imfamous, all-knowing smirk. "I'm glad you asked, Snape..."
Severus had been contemplating his mysterious conversation with Lucius the whole time between running late into class and the end of double potions with gryffindor. Although his Draught of Peace came out perfectly (as usual), he absent-mindedly ran his hand through his hair when it was covered with syrup of hellebore, making it an even more greasy mess. The only distraction he had the whole period was when Sirius Black and James Potter received dentention for over-turning Narcissa's cauldron.
"It wasn't my fault, Professor, she had it too close to the edge!" Sirius exclaimed innocently.
"Honestly, Sirius," Narcissa hissed vehemently, "its no wonder your mum disowned you!"
Sirius looked like he had been slapped. Regaining his bad-ass composure, he snidely remarked, "Andromeda is twice the witch you or Bellatrix will ever be, Narcissa, and she's going to marry a muggle. It seems that she, like myself, missed the stupid genes somewhere. I'll never know how she managed to be your sister, but I'm glad she was disowned by Mother too."
When the bell rang and James and Sirius stalked out of the dungeon, Narcissa was on the brink of tears. Severus stayed behind to help her clean up the mess and start again. "Evanesco." The potion all over the floor evaporated. "Don't worry about Black, Narcissa. He's ashamed that he has no family, anyway, and he wanted to take it out on you."
Sniffing, she looked at Severus. "How..." she started, but he cut her off. "I can tell. I understand, in a way, because my parents are both dead too." Or dead to me, anyway. Narcissa tried to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He shrugged off handedly. "I don't really care, I was young when it happened. I wish they would have left me some money, though..." he trailed with a tinge of bitterness to his voice. "Now," he said, very much like a profesor would, "the first step to the Draught of Peace is fairly simple..."
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Lucius stared across the room into the magical green fire. So, he thought, this is where it all begins...
Bellatrix Black was lounging on the couch next to Rabastan Lestrange. They were an odd couple. Bellatrix had long, shiny black hair that reached her waist. She seems quite the tom-boy at first glance with her never meticulous uniform, but her beauty gave her the elegance that only the Black house would posses. Very few knew that she was sisters with Narcissa. Rabastan, on the other hand, seemed the exact opposite of Bellatrix. Although his uniform (or anything else he wears) is always perfect, he was the class clown of the slytherin house, and was always the one behind the practical jokes. His hair, a deep chesnut, is the mirror image of the hair his twin brother, Rudolphus, has. Their families want to tie together somehow, so Bellatrix and Rabastan were the most likely candidates. Though most people whould be bitter about an arranged marriage, they liked each other well enough, so it really wasn't too much of a problem.
The dark wood grandfather clock chimed three times just as soon as Severus hurried into the room, looking flustered. "Sorry I'm late, I had a little run-in with Potter and Black, I couldn't..."
"We know," Lucius cut his explanation short,"and that's why we're here." ostioning for Severus to have a seat, Lucius began pacing in front of the fire. "The situation with Potter and Black is getting out of hand. They think they own Hogwarts, which is ridiculous, because I own half of the castle anyway. Everyone else has no aversion to the miscreante, as well as the mongrel and the little ratty, helpless one, but they have made a mockery of the slytherin house..."
"Hear, hear!" Rabastan interjected helpfully.
"...and must be dealt with accordingly, by any means necessary. Are we all at an understanding?" A terse moment of scilence ensued, then Severus questioned carefully, "What do you propose we do, Lucius? How can we change the way others see Potter and Black?"
Lucius smiled with that imfamous, all-knowing smirk. "I'm glad you asked, Snape..."