OK! I've finally got around to writing again! The week's been full of tests
so I've been studying*ugh*but Spring Break is almost here! Yay!
You know what? I'm gonna dedicate this chappie to my friend Katrina!! Get
better soon!
Anywho, HP is not mine, just this story is.
~blah, blah~ Sevvie thinking
Black Hole
Chapter Two
Maybe you'll be president. But know right from wrong. –Radiohead
Severus groaned and put a hand to his aching head. He hated traveling by Portkey
because it always gave him a headache. The world was still spinning when Rosier
pushed Severus off him.
"Get off Severus! You're crushing my leg!" the boy hissed.
Severus unsteadily pushed himself up and grabbed onto the wall for support. He didn't
have to look up to know where they were; it was fairly obvious seeing as it had been
Lucius' cane. What he was wondering was why they were here. Why would they all risk
expulsion just to have a visit with Lucius? And speaking of Lucius....
"Severus, I would appreciate it if you could keep your hands off, these are very expensive
robes I'm wearing."
Severus jumped in surprise. He hadn't been holding onto the wall! Severus went slightly
pink and muttered under his breath, "Damn Lucius, always too silent to even know where
he is!"
"Look," he snapped venomously at them all, "why the hell are we here? Couldn't you
just have explained it all to me before you pushed me into the Portkey?"
"Because Snape," Rosier replied as he brushed dust off his robes and straightened them
meticulously, "you never would have agreed to leave the school without permission. The
easiest way was just to give you a nudge."
Severus was fuming. They were walking towards the door of the room they had landed
in now. Quickly walking up to Rosier he whispered, "Why bring me here anyways? You
don't need me for anything, we're just at Lucius'."
Rosier smirked, "Believe me Snape; you'll thank us when you see why we're here."
Severus frowned, and fell into step behind Rosier at the very back. They were walking
through the familiar halls of the Malfoy Mansion towards the ball room. The portraits on
the wall all followed them with their eyes, muttering under their breaths and glaring.
Why the Malfoys insisted on hanging up portraits of their callous dead relatives was
beyond him.
Turning his attention to his fellow Housemates, he was surprised to see how nervous they
all looked. What could be going on at Lucius' that had gotten them so intent on coming
and now so tense at being here? Even Lucius himself looked slightly anxious; now and
then running his fingers through his perfectly set white-blonde hair.
As they neared the ball room, Severus heard a great buzz of talking from it. ~How many
others are here? What is the point of all this?~ Lucius flung open the giant mahogany
doors and swept into the large room, leaving the Slytherins at the entrance so he could go
and talk with several adults sitting in armchairs by the far wall. Severus looked around
dumbly; at least, he felt dumb. Standing there without a clue as to what was going on.
Sighing, he glanced over at the others who were mumbling quietly amongst themselves
and carefully watching the adults and the other Slytherins who (not surprisingly) were
here. Rolling his eyes, he briskly walked nearer to the front of the room and leaned
against the wall. He hardly cared to stick around with them at the moment, while they
knew what they were doing here and he didn't.
Severus wished he was back in his room right now, reading his beautiful book, making
his beautiful potions, thinking up beautiful ways to get back at Potter and Black for all
the injustices that they're going to do to him over the course of the year...
Suddenly a thunderous cheer rose from the crowd of at least one hundred people.
Severus bit his cheek at the noise, but turned his head to see exactly what everyone was
cheering about.
A man. A tall man, with windswept black hair and pale skin. He walked from a side
door to the middle of the room, swiftly walking past people as they made way for him.
He wore a small little grin on his face, and with that wore expensive silk black robes that
billowed slightly behind him as he confidently walked to the center.
Severus frowned and crossed his arms defiantly. He didn't really like the 'air' about the
man. He seemed too cocky, too....sure of himself; he didn't like conceited people. The
applause had stopped when he had reached the middle and it was now eerily silent, some
because of anticipation, some because of slight fear. The man full out grinned now and
nodded in greeting.
"Thank you everyone!" he said richly, "I'm so glad you could all make it to this get-
together! We all know why we are here, and we all know it is because we must take
action and do something about it!"
Again the room roared in admiration. Severus was beginning to get annoyed by now;
exactly what were they going to take action against? The room settled down and let the
man continue.
"The problem is the Muggleborns!"
An enormous cheer of assent roared in Severus' ears, deafening him slightly. He cringed
at the din, but was more intent now on what Riddle was saying. For now he knew who
this speaker was; he had heard much of a man who was starting to take a political stand
against the Muggleborns.
~So this is the infamous Tom Riddle then~
"Muggleborns cannot be trusted!" he continued, louder this time to be heard over
everyone, "What's to stop them from spilling all of our secrets to the Muggles? If that
were to happen, the Muggles would never give us a moments piece! The Muggleborns
are too risky for our society! They're not real wizards; just carbon copies of those of us
who truly are!"
Severus frown deepened; not at what Riddle was saying, but at the crowd. They were
hooting and hollering like a bunch of first years. He had to admit he was intrigued
though...he had often wondered just how Muggleborns were given magic. He suspected
of course that they may have had ancestors who were magical, but then why did that
magic go away and then come back later? The question was for Severus, how did they
become replicas then? What did Riddle mean by that?
"And the Muggles themselves! Our children are being held back, both academically and
socially! Forced into hiding because of this inferior race!"
His way of speaking was hypnotic; his smooth tone also helped. The entire crowd was
wound into his speech: cheering at the right moments, never-ending clapping echoing
throughout the mansion and he had only just said a few sentences! The cheering
drowned out his voice for a moment and Severus found himself feeling slightly
disappointed at that. His brow furrowed.
~Why should I care what some future politician has to say? I have more important things
to worry about than Muggleborns and Muggles~
Of course, Severus didn't know what was to happen in the near future...
Yay! I finally got off my lazy ass! lol. Hope you enjoyed ^_^ Review please!
Anywho, HP is not mine, just this story is.
~blah, blah~ Sevvie thinking
Black Hole
Chapter Two
Maybe you'll be president. But know right from wrong. –Radiohead
Severus groaned and put a hand to his aching head. He hated traveling by Portkey
because it always gave him a headache. The world was still spinning when Rosier
pushed Severus off him.
"Get off Severus! You're crushing my leg!" the boy hissed.
Severus unsteadily pushed himself up and grabbed onto the wall for support. He didn't
have to look up to know where they were; it was fairly obvious seeing as it had been
Lucius' cane. What he was wondering was why they were here. Why would they all risk
expulsion just to have a visit with Lucius? And speaking of Lucius....
"Severus, I would appreciate it if you could keep your hands off, these are very expensive
robes I'm wearing."
Severus jumped in surprise. He hadn't been holding onto the wall! Severus went slightly
pink and muttered under his breath, "Damn Lucius, always too silent to even know where
he is!"
"Look," he snapped venomously at them all, "why the hell are we here? Couldn't you
just have explained it all to me before you pushed me into the Portkey?"
"Because Snape," Rosier replied as he brushed dust off his robes and straightened them
meticulously, "you never would have agreed to leave the school without permission. The
easiest way was just to give you a nudge."
Severus was fuming. They were walking towards the door of the room they had landed
in now. Quickly walking up to Rosier he whispered, "Why bring me here anyways? You
don't need me for anything, we're just at Lucius'."
Rosier smirked, "Believe me Snape; you'll thank us when you see why we're here."
Severus frowned, and fell into step behind Rosier at the very back. They were walking
through the familiar halls of the Malfoy Mansion towards the ball room. The portraits on
the wall all followed them with their eyes, muttering under their breaths and glaring.
Why the Malfoys insisted on hanging up portraits of their callous dead relatives was
beyond him.
Turning his attention to his fellow Housemates, he was surprised to see how nervous they
all looked. What could be going on at Lucius' that had gotten them so intent on coming
and now so tense at being here? Even Lucius himself looked slightly anxious; now and
then running his fingers through his perfectly set white-blonde hair.
As they neared the ball room, Severus heard a great buzz of talking from it. ~How many
others are here? What is the point of all this?~ Lucius flung open the giant mahogany
doors and swept into the large room, leaving the Slytherins at the entrance so he could go
and talk with several adults sitting in armchairs by the far wall. Severus looked around
dumbly; at least, he felt dumb. Standing there without a clue as to what was going on.
Sighing, he glanced over at the others who were mumbling quietly amongst themselves
and carefully watching the adults and the other Slytherins who (not surprisingly) were
here. Rolling his eyes, he briskly walked nearer to the front of the room and leaned
against the wall. He hardly cared to stick around with them at the moment, while they
knew what they were doing here and he didn't.
Severus wished he was back in his room right now, reading his beautiful book, making
his beautiful potions, thinking up beautiful ways to get back at Potter and Black for all
the injustices that they're going to do to him over the course of the year...
Suddenly a thunderous cheer rose from the crowd of at least one hundred people.
Severus bit his cheek at the noise, but turned his head to see exactly what everyone was
cheering about.
A man. A tall man, with windswept black hair and pale skin. He walked from a side
door to the middle of the room, swiftly walking past people as they made way for him.
He wore a small little grin on his face, and with that wore expensive silk black robes that
billowed slightly behind him as he confidently walked to the center.
Severus frowned and crossed his arms defiantly. He didn't really like the 'air' about the
man. He seemed too cocky, too....sure of himself; he didn't like conceited people. The
applause had stopped when he had reached the middle and it was now eerily silent, some
because of anticipation, some because of slight fear. The man full out grinned now and
nodded in greeting.
"Thank you everyone!" he said richly, "I'm so glad you could all make it to this get-
together! We all know why we are here, and we all know it is because we must take
action and do something about it!"
Again the room roared in admiration. Severus was beginning to get annoyed by now;
exactly what were they going to take action against? The room settled down and let the
man continue.
"The problem is the Muggleborns!"
An enormous cheer of assent roared in Severus' ears, deafening him slightly. He cringed
at the din, but was more intent now on what Riddle was saying. For now he knew who
this speaker was; he had heard much of a man who was starting to take a political stand
against the Muggleborns.
~So this is the infamous Tom Riddle then~
"Muggleborns cannot be trusted!" he continued, louder this time to be heard over
everyone, "What's to stop them from spilling all of our secrets to the Muggles? If that
were to happen, the Muggles would never give us a moments piece! The Muggleborns
are too risky for our society! They're not real wizards; just carbon copies of those of us
who truly are!"
Severus frown deepened; not at what Riddle was saying, but at the crowd. They were
hooting and hollering like a bunch of first years. He had to admit he was intrigued
though...he had often wondered just how Muggleborns were given magic. He suspected
of course that they may have had ancestors who were magical, but then why did that
magic go away and then come back later? The question was for Severus, how did they
become replicas then? What did Riddle mean by that?
"And the Muggles themselves! Our children are being held back, both academically and
socially! Forced into hiding because of this inferior race!"
His way of speaking was hypnotic; his smooth tone also helped. The entire crowd was
wound into his speech: cheering at the right moments, never-ending clapping echoing
throughout the mansion and he had only just said a few sentences! The cheering
drowned out his voice for a moment and Severus found himself feeling slightly
disappointed at that. His brow furrowed.
~Why should I care what some future politician has to say? I have more important things
to worry about than Muggleborns and Muggles~
Of course, Severus didn't know what was to happen in the near future...
Yay! I finally got off my lazy ass! lol. Hope you enjoyed ^_^ Review please!