HARRY POTTER stared at the letter Ginny had left on the kitchen table, the house empty of her poesessions, hers and Taliesin's. She had left to go to Draco Malfoy, and had declared their marriage dissolved that day, courtesy of her own father, Arthur Weasley, and Draco Malfoy, Minister of Magic. He had been officially divorced in the length of a day, and hadn't known about it. They had snuck under his nose. His green eyes flashed with anger, his mouth set in a thin line as he looked up fromo the paper to a wedding picture of himself and Ginny, Hermione leaning to whisper in Ginny's ear as she clutched a bawling black-haired infant in her arms.
Hermione. Somehow, she must have had an hand in this matter. No, Snape. Yes, Snape must have somehow manipulated Hermione into getting Ginny to leave him and their marriage. As usual, Snape was behind every ridiculous, sick scheme. He had to get his wife back, and fast. After all, he was Harry James Potter, hero of the wizarding world. Snape was just Severus Snape, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. He was no Albus Dumbledore, he was a Phineas Nigellus, and everyone knew those kinds of people could not stand up to Harry James Potter!
Dinner rolled along at six o clock sharp, finding all of the staff and students of Hogwarts in the Great Hall, eating their respective suppers. At the Staff Table, Senas nudged Remus, whispering conspirationally in his ear. Remus thinned his lips, shaking his head at his dark-haired lover's ridiculous claims. Hermione and Severus were having a whispered conversation of their own, the Great Hall humming with the undercurrent of conversation.
BAM.
Everyone fell silent as the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, all eyes on the dark-haired man brandishing his wand out at the entire Great Hall of Hogwarts. Green eyes flashed, a white slash of a scowl decorating the handsome face of Harry James Potter, alumni of Hogwarts and hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately, he did not fit the picture of a hero at the moment, scowling up at the deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Harry's eyes narrowed at the tall, sallow man as he rose gracefully from his seat.
"Potter, It appears you have a problem, which should be taken care of in private." Severus smoothly spoke, his voice soothing the frightened students and staff momentarily. "Why don't you join me for a private word in Albus's office? I am sure he would not object." Harry recovered his momentary surprise, and scowled at Snape as the older man raised a graceful eyebrow.
"SNAPE!" Harry shouted, spittle flowing from his mouth in anger, his eyes glittering with madness. "Release Hermione from her spell, and give me my life back! you stole my life! You want to destroy me, don't you? You're just jealous that-"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed, jumping up from her seat, her eyes wild with anger. "You know nothing, Harry. You are presently violating the restricting order placed upon you by Draco."
"Oh, your ickle Dracky, hmm?" Harry spat, raising his wand at Hermione, moving smoothly towards the Slytherin table, his slim body shadowing the small figure of Niccolo Snape. "Why don't we make a deal, hmm?" Harry whispered, lowering his wand to Nicki's neck. "my wife for your son, Snape." Nicki's brown eyes widened, filling with tears, begging his parents to do something, anything! Harry tensed and grabbed Nicki as Dumbledore rose from his seat.
"Harry, don't hurt the boy. I think we should adjourn the students to their dormitories, there is no need to involve them in this discussion."
"Very well, Snape. Only the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs." Harry growled, his eyes studying the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. "No one cares about them, anyway." Harry added in a menacing laugh, turning to study the Staff Table. "My, this world has too many Snapes, hmm?" Harry whispered, dragging Nicki by the scruff of his neck up to the head of the Slytherin table, where Saxen was sitting, pale and still. "Up, boy, and join your brother under my wand, or your brother dies."
"Harry! Ginny isn't here." Hermione rasped out roughly, her voice wavering with unshed tears.
"Get her here, then. No funny buisness. Let Jamie get his mother. Up, James, and get your mum." Harry said soothingly to his own son, who was studying his father with wide eyes. Jamie nodded silently, his black hair matted to his neck with sweat, trembling as he made his way to the fireplace, calling for his mother.
A/N: all right, thank god, it's finally nearly done. THANK YOU to all who read and reviewed. I tried to take you up on some of your suggestions, and THANK YOU for your help :)
Hermione. Somehow, she must have had an hand in this matter. No, Snape. Yes, Snape must have somehow manipulated Hermione into getting Ginny to leave him and their marriage. As usual, Snape was behind every ridiculous, sick scheme. He had to get his wife back, and fast. After all, he was Harry James Potter, hero of the wizarding world. Snape was just Severus Snape, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. He was no Albus Dumbledore, he was a Phineas Nigellus, and everyone knew those kinds of people could not stand up to Harry James Potter!
Dinner rolled along at six o clock sharp, finding all of the staff and students of Hogwarts in the Great Hall, eating their respective suppers. At the Staff Table, Senas nudged Remus, whispering conspirationally in his ear. Remus thinned his lips, shaking his head at his dark-haired lover's ridiculous claims. Hermione and Severus were having a whispered conversation of their own, the Great Hall humming with the undercurrent of conversation.
BAM.
Everyone fell silent as the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, all eyes on the dark-haired man brandishing his wand out at the entire Great Hall of Hogwarts. Green eyes flashed, a white slash of a scowl decorating the handsome face of Harry James Potter, alumni of Hogwarts and hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately, he did not fit the picture of a hero at the moment, scowling up at the deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Harry's eyes narrowed at the tall, sallow man as he rose gracefully from his seat.
"Potter, It appears you have a problem, which should be taken care of in private." Severus smoothly spoke, his voice soothing the frightened students and staff momentarily. "Why don't you join me for a private word in Albus's office? I am sure he would not object." Harry recovered his momentary surprise, and scowled at Snape as the older man raised a graceful eyebrow.
"SNAPE!" Harry shouted, spittle flowing from his mouth in anger, his eyes glittering with madness. "Release Hermione from her spell, and give me my life back! you stole my life! You want to destroy me, don't you? You're just jealous that-"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed, jumping up from her seat, her eyes wild with anger. "You know nothing, Harry. You are presently violating the restricting order placed upon you by Draco."
"Oh, your ickle Dracky, hmm?" Harry spat, raising his wand at Hermione, moving smoothly towards the Slytherin table, his slim body shadowing the small figure of Niccolo Snape. "Why don't we make a deal, hmm?" Harry whispered, lowering his wand to Nicki's neck. "my wife for your son, Snape." Nicki's brown eyes widened, filling with tears, begging his parents to do something, anything! Harry tensed and grabbed Nicki as Dumbledore rose from his seat.
"Harry, don't hurt the boy. I think we should adjourn the students to their dormitories, there is no need to involve them in this discussion."
"Very well, Snape. Only the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs." Harry growled, his eyes studying the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. "No one cares about them, anyway." Harry added in a menacing laugh, turning to study the Staff Table. "My, this world has too many Snapes, hmm?" Harry whispered, dragging Nicki by the scruff of his neck up to the head of the Slytherin table, where Saxen was sitting, pale and still. "Up, boy, and join your brother under my wand, or your brother dies."
"Harry! Ginny isn't here." Hermione rasped out roughly, her voice wavering with unshed tears.
"Get her here, then. No funny buisness. Let Jamie get his mother. Up, James, and get your mum." Harry said soothingly to his own son, who was studying his father with wide eyes. Jamie nodded silently, his black hair matted to his neck with sweat, trembling as he made his way to the fireplace, calling for his mother.
A/N: all right, thank god, it's finally nearly done. THANK YOU to all who read and reviewed. I tried to take you up on some of your suggestions, and THANK YOU for your help :)
