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(A/N) Well I thought this idea would be fun to try. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
Severus Snape was not happy. Severus Snape is rarely happy but this time he was extremely unhappy. One could go so far as to say he was royally pissed. The reason for our dear Snape's displeasure lied solely with the fact that he was in an airport. A stinking muggle airport.
Dear Merlin why? He thought desperately to himself as he walked towards an escalator.
This whole mess had started when Voldemort had discovered he was a spy. Someone, they didn't know who, had tipped him off. Unfortunately, this little revelation of Voldemort's had occurred not while Snape was safely tucked away at Hogwarts but while he was abroad, visiting and aunt. Now Snape isn't the sort of man who regularly visits his aunts but this particular aunt (great-great aunt actually) was getting on in years and had requested all of her family to visit her for Christmas one last time. Snape, for whatever reason, had felt obliged to go.
The visit had gone well enough, he'd port keyed into the United States and then apparated to his aunt's house where he'd experienced a rather hectic family reunion. Snape, having had much practice at not being noticed had blended quite easily into the background in order to avoid the attention of his distant relations.
One week into the visit however, he'd received an owl from Dumbledore telling him the unfortunate news. Now there were Deatheaters after him who undoubtedly had instructions to kill him on sight. The night after the first letter came, he had sat there without a clue what to do. The situation looked hopeless, but then Dumbledore had sent another owl, this time with instructions.
The letter was actually fairly simple, explaining the situation in greater detail as well as the American policies on magical transportation. Damned Americans, Severus had thought to himself, they're completely obsessed with security and they barely have a reason to do so. The American government had always been high strung but ever since news of Voldemort had reached them, they'd been insufferable.
Their policy was as follows:
Witches, Wizards and magical beings are forbidden from Apparating or Disapparating into or out of the United States of America. This includes muggle and non-muggle locations. Witches, wizards and magical beings may enter the United States of America using only a registered port-key. All those in violation of this law will be relocated immediately to the nearest magical law facility.
This meant that it would be impossible for Snape to leave the country without alerting the American government and in turn, the Deatheaters. Of course, Dumbledore had a remedy for this and to Snape, is was almost as bad as facing the Deatheaters. The remedy that Dumbledore supplied was quite simple, leave the country through muggle means. This meant that Snape would have to fly home, and not on a broom.
*~*~*~*~*
Damned airports, damned muggles, damned Deatheaters, damn Dumbledore! Snape thought furiously as he reached the top of the escalator. This was going to be an ordeal. As he carefully stepped off the escalator managing not to trip, Snape looked around. Let's see, he thought, Dumbledore's instructions had said he would need to check his luggage at the desk that served, what was it again? Oh yes, United Airlines. Quickly, he took his place in the exceptionally long queue.
Waiting in line was a rather uneventful affair allowing Snape a chance to look around. Directly adjacent to the line were a few rather uncomfortable looking chairs as well as some boxes on stands that displayed, in the words of Dumbledore, "The information regarding your plane as to whether or not it is on time." Snape sighed and returned his attention to the queue that was now slowly moving.
(A/N) Well I thought this idea would be fun to try. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
Severus Snape was not happy. Severus Snape is rarely happy but this time he was extremely unhappy. One could go so far as to say he was royally pissed. The reason for our dear Snape's displeasure lied solely with the fact that he was in an airport. A stinking muggle airport.
Dear Merlin why? He thought desperately to himself as he walked towards an escalator.
This whole mess had started when Voldemort had discovered he was a spy. Someone, they didn't know who, had tipped him off. Unfortunately, this little revelation of Voldemort's had occurred not while Snape was safely tucked away at Hogwarts but while he was abroad, visiting and aunt. Now Snape isn't the sort of man who regularly visits his aunts but this particular aunt (great-great aunt actually) was getting on in years and had requested all of her family to visit her for Christmas one last time. Snape, for whatever reason, had felt obliged to go.
The visit had gone well enough, he'd port keyed into the United States and then apparated to his aunt's house where he'd experienced a rather hectic family reunion. Snape, having had much practice at not being noticed had blended quite easily into the background in order to avoid the attention of his distant relations.
One week into the visit however, he'd received an owl from Dumbledore telling him the unfortunate news. Now there were Deatheaters after him who undoubtedly had instructions to kill him on sight. The night after the first letter came, he had sat there without a clue what to do. The situation looked hopeless, but then Dumbledore had sent another owl, this time with instructions.
The letter was actually fairly simple, explaining the situation in greater detail as well as the American policies on magical transportation. Damned Americans, Severus had thought to himself, they're completely obsessed with security and they barely have a reason to do so. The American government had always been high strung but ever since news of Voldemort had reached them, they'd been insufferable.
Their policy was as follows:
Witches, Wizards and magical beings are forbidden from Apparating or Disapparating into or out of the United States of America. This includes muggle and non-muggle locations. Witches, wizards and magical beings may enter the United States of America using only a registered port-key. All those in violation of this law will be relocated immediately to the nearest magical law facility.
This meant that it would be impossible for Snape to leave the country without alerting the American government and in turn, the Deatheaters. Of course, Dumbledore had a remedy for this and to Snape, is was almost as bad as facing the Deatheaters. The remedy that Dumbledore supplied was quite simple, leave the country through muggle means. This meant that Snape would have to fly home, and not on a broom.
*~*~*~*~*
Damned airports, damned muggles, damned Deatheaters, damn Dumbledore! Snape thought furiously as he reached the top of the escalator. This was going to be an ordeal. As he carefully stepped off the escalator managing not to trip, Snape looked around. Let's see, he thought, Dumbledore's instructions had said he would need to check his luggage at the desk that served, what was it again? Oh yes, United Airlines. Quickly, he took his place in the exceptionally long queue.
Waiting in line was a rather uneventful affair allowing Snape a chance to look around. Directly adjacent to the line were a few rather uncomfortable looking chairs as well as some boxes on stands that displayed, in the words of Dumbledore, "The information regarding your plane as to whether or not it is on time." Snape sighed and returned his attention to the queue that was now slowly moving.