Chapter 5: I Have My Suspicions (Yo Tengo Mis Sospechas)

"Silence, Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall screamed. " I know you took it!"

"Took what, professor?" Hermione asked, shaking.

"Don't use that ungrateful tone with me! 50 points from Gryffinwhore! Someone stole my T.V. cable! That's what!"

Ron looked up and whispered, humbly, "Who do you think it was?"

"I have my suspicions," she sneered, glaring at the class.

"Minerva!" Dumbledore said in a loud voice from McGonagall's doorway, suddenly appearing.

"ALBUS?! Where did you come from? I didn't see you!"

"You...know...where." Dumbledore whispered, giving her "The Look." "You of all people should know that a don't need a...

cloak...to become invisible."

Professor McGonagall coughed violently. "Yes! Yes! Indeed!" She replied loudly, agreeing.

"Now if you would please leave the Gryffin...'whore' alone. Even though you must be absolutely potty with her.

Shedidnotstealyourcable!" The Headmaster stated, smiling.

"How did you know that the cable to my T.V. was missing, Albus?!" McGonagall cried in shock.

He smiled. "I know...*ALL*, Minerva. I have powers you can't even imagine."

All of the students' eyes were on Dumbledore.

"And if you really want to know where your cable is," Dumbledore continued, "I suggest you look more closely at...this."

He turned slowly to point across the hall to the pathway that led down to the dungeons...where *Professor Snape* taught.

"SEVERUS?!" she shrieked.

"Yes! And how do I know you wonder? Well...you *know*...how I know." Dumbledore grinned hugely as he finished.

Professor McGonagall's face was bright red.

"Now the real reason I have come here, Minerva, is because I will be holding an emergency staff meeting in my office.

It will be held in an hour...Don't be late." Albus whispered, giving her one last glare of "The Look."

"Of course." The Deputy Headmistress agreed. She turned to her students and yelled, "Get back to work!"

The all quickly did as they were told, and Neville Longbottom spilled an ink bottle all over himself from the fright.

"Now, Albus," she said turning back to where Dumbledore was, "We sh--"

He was gone. The doorway was empty, but you could here a faint, "Ah!" and a bit a smoke was still floating in the doorway.

"How does he do that?! No matter! I'm off to see Professor Snape's class! Class dismissed!"

The students quickly ran out of the room and went to whichever class they had next. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, to their

dismay had Potions with Snape next.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall stomped across the hall, but was suddenly stopped by a dementor.

"Ah, Severus, I was just wanting to see you! I have had word that you stole a cable cord from my television!"

The dementor stood in front of Minerva floating silently.

"Well?! Is it true, Severus?! Did you take it or not?!" McGonagall screamed.

The hooded dementor said nothing.

"ANSWER ME!"

A hand slowly protruded from the cloak of the dementor, and reached towards the professor.

"Severus! You really need to take a bath! I mean, *honestly*, look at you hands! Lotion much?!"

The hood covering the dementor's face fell off, and McGonagall finally realized that the cloaked figure was not Severus Snape.

"*JESUS CHRIST*!!!"

"Expecto Patronus!" a voice thundered, and a silver miniature poodle ran towards the creature, tackled it, and finally

drove it away.

"Ah!" the voice said, gleefully.

"ALBUS?!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Yes! And just in time I see." Dumbledore whispered, smiling. "I didn't know the dementor would attack anyone. I

specifically ordered it not to."

"WHAT?! You ordered that...THING...here?!"

"Yes! He was supposed to inform me when...a...*special*...er...*guest*...arrived." he stated, giving her "The Look."

McGonagall was shaking with anger. "I cannot believe that--"

"Very well, then. Off you go." The Headmaster said, interrupting her. "Back to class, Minerva."

As if by and spell (and probably so) Professor McGonagall found herself walking back towards her classroom.

"Don't forget the meeting, Minerva. I have some special notices to announce." Dumbledore whispered, waving at McGonagall.

Suddenly the dungeon door flew open, and Professor Snape wafted up the steps towards Dumbledore.

"Ah! Severus!" he said, joyfully.

"Pisculpi." Snape stated.

"Ah! I see that you've been working on your Spanish, Severus...*Excelente*!" Dumbledore whispered, happily, giving him

"The Look."

Snape flinched.

"Yes, Headmaster, I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"

Professor Dumbledore smiled. "I told you before, Severus, I have no idea where your shirt is."

"I know, I don't think it was you."

"I thought so. Well, who do you...*think*...took it?"

Snape suddenly wicked his head towards Professor McGongall's classroom, his hair flying as he did so.

You could still see that Minerva was in the trance that Dumbledore had put her in. She was grading papers, but looked

like a robot.

"Yo tengo mis sospechas," he sneered.

"Yo veo." Dumbledore grinned more. "Now I think you should head back to class before I have to...*persuade*...you."

Once again he issued Snape "The Look."

He knew better than to say anything to Albus Dumbledore, and he began walking back to the dungeons.

"Oh, Severus, do not forget the...staff meeting," Dumbledore whispered, smiling.

Snape only nodded, and then he wafted back down to the dungeons and threw open the door.

Snape walked briskly into the classroom, his robes billowing behind him as usual. The professor, however, did not look his

usual self. In fact, he looked more angry than usual.

"What's wrong with Snape?" Hermione whispered to Harry.

"Huh?" Harry responded, focusing on his Potions essay that was due today.

"He didn't even say 'Good afternoon, you idiots'." Hermione stated.

"And?" Harry asked still not paying attention to her.

"WELL. If you're not going to listen to me, I'll just talk to Ron!" she said loudly.

"Cease that shrieking, Miss Granger," Snape said not even looking up from his desk, "20 points from Gryffindor. Honestly,

Weasel, learn to control your girl."

"WHAT?!" Ron yelled.

"If you would have been paying attention instead of writing your essay, you would have heard me," Snape said, giving him an

evil glare, "I said 'Honestly, *Weasley*, learn to control *that* girl."

"That's not what you said," Harry said defiantly still scribbling on his essay.

"*SILENCE*!" he spit. "Stop writing, and hand in your essays, you morons."

Ron, Harry, and Neville continued to work on theirs.

"ACCIO! ACCIO! ACCIO!" Snape screamed, making the papers fly into his hands. He looked down at Neville's paper.

"Oh, dear," the professor said in mock concern, "It seems your essay is smeared. I can read a word of it."

He crumbled the parchment into a ball and threw it into the trashcan with a smirk on his face.

"Now that that issue is resolved. I have a brief announcement to make. An item of my clothing is missing. If any one of you

know where it is or who has it, it would behoove you to tell me."

The class went silent.

Hermione's hand popped up.

"Oh, so it was you, Miss Granger. I might have known. A year of detention if you return it now. Two years if it remains

unreturned."

"No, professor. It wasn't me. I wanted to know what kind of clothing it is." Hermione stated meekly.

"What concern is that of yours?" Snape yelled, his face red.

"Professor," Draco said in his usual snobbish tone, "Those stupid house elves probably lost it. They've been delivering me

Potter's clothes for some time." Draco smiled at Harry.

"Give those back, Malfoy," Harry demanded.

"I'm afraid I can't. You see it was awfully cold the other day in the dormitory, and I had to burn them for warmth," he

retorted.

"You did n-" Crabbe cut off by an elbow in the stomach.

"Thank you, Mr. Crabbe, for trying to reiterate the fact that Potter's clothes were burned for the slower portion

of the class," Snape said glaring at the Gryffindors.

Harry gave Snape a look of pure hate.

"How tragic this is, Potter. My condolences." Snape said looking as if his day had finally come. "I'm pretty sure it was

not the house elves, Mr. Malfoy. Ignorant as they may be, they would never make the mistake of losing *my* clothing."

"You should report it to Dumbledore, professor," Draco suggested.

"*Professor* Dumbledore. And thank you, but I already have. The Headmaster has more important issues at the moment.

He told me that he has no idea where it is, but...I have my suspicions," Snape said, wicking his head towards the pathway

that led upstairs to where McGonagall's room was.

The class started to whisper amongst themselves.

"Shut up, you dim-witted twits!" Snape yelled. "Get to work on this potion." He swished his wand and instructions

appear on the chalkboard.

Hermione decided to work with Harry due to the fact that Snape would no longer let her be Neville's partner. Any chance of

Neville passing Potions had disappeared, and he had been forced by a very happy Snape to work with Ron for the rest of the

year.

"So what happened in Quidditch class the other day?" Hermione whispered, making sure the professor didn't hear her.

"It's a long and crazy story. I'll tell you at lunch," Harry said cutting up a mandrake root.

"Malfoy called Harry by his first name," Ron stated in a low voice from the cauldron next to them.

"He what?" Hermione asked, not believing her ears.

"I don't have any idea why though," Harry told her.

"Don't lie," Ron said, putting in his two cents.

"I really don't. Why would he?" Harry asked, with a look of cluelessness on his face.

"We have our suspicions," Hermione replied looking over at Ron.

"Be silent, fools!" Snape demanded, finally hearing the conversation. "Class, I have a staff meeting to attend.

GET OUT, NOW!"

The class darted out of the dungeons and ran out of the door.

***

Professor Dumbledore was busy peering inside the closet in his office. He smiled as he saw a shirt and a T.V.

cable tucked away safely at the back. He closed the closet and locked it.

"Ah! You may enter," he said, directing his attention to the door where the staff members had been waiting outside.

One by one they all lined up in front of Dumbledore's desk and the door closed behind them.

"Where is...*Severus*?" Albus asked, giving all of the staff "The Look."

The door burst open suddenly, and Professor Snape wafted in. "Here I am, Headmaster."

"Tu eres tarde," Dumbledore whispered, smiling.

Snape gritted his teeth. "Lo siento."

"Very well. Let the staff meeting...begin!" Dumbledore cried, gleefully. "I have called you all here to tell you that we

have yet...another...*another*...traitor...in our midst."

Everyone gasped.

"Yes! There is a spy!"

Madam Pompfrey spoke up. "Who is the spy, Albus?"

"Yo tengo mis sospechas," he whispered, giving Severus "The Look."

"What did he say?" Professor Flitwick pipped in.

"He said you need to learn the language!" Professor Snape spat.