Part 2: Marvelous, I would say.
Snape was not happy. Not only that, he was worried.
I shit you not.
He was in trouble. Big, stinky trouble and he could not think of anyway he could remedy it.
It was gone.
IT being the necklace. The emerald necklace. The enchanted emerald necklace.
Snape could not understand. His traps were flawless. It was inconceivable that anyone could get past them, especially when 99% of the residents at the school could barely float a feather.
"Pull yourself together man. Think. Who could it have been?"
It was Snape's habit to talk to himself when he was alone. Of course, no body knew because when you are alone, no body is around to discover your secrets.
"There is always an exception, Severus, and you know it."
"Someone must have been spying on me to find out about that necklace. Only Albus and myself know."
His brow crinkled in quick recognition.
"Potter. Who else thinks it is their born and bred duty to spy on me and steal my possessions? You else would be arrogant enough? But does he know? How can he? It was new information. Not even the key members of the Order know yet. Think, think. No, he can not know, but he soon will if young Miss Granger helps him. I must tell Albus."
In a flash, Snape was gone, his dark robes billowing behind him an a horror movie cliche kind of way, not knowing the chaos spreading through the rooms of his house at that exact moment.
The Great Hall was buzzing when Hermione arrived the next morning, a little earlier than usual because of the lack of sleep she had gotten. None-the- less, the half filled tables created the sound equivalent to a crowd at a quidditch match. At first she could not think why. Her gaze wandered down her table but her friends had yet to appear. Too early for them.
Hermione proceeded into the great room, the enchanted ceiling pouring the morning sun onto her sallow skin. It cheered her to see the moring for her night was so long and filled with bad thoughts. She was expecting her conversation today with Ron. No matter what, she was going to get him alone. The sun rising was both a blessing and a curse.
Inspecting her surroundings a little closer than before, her mouth dropped open slightly as she realised what all the fuss was about. The Slytherin table was empty. Completely. Not a soul to be seen. Her pace slowed as her eyes roamed to the teachers table. Snape was also absent, as was Dumbledore.
Peering into the faces of her fellows students seated in the tables around her, all she could see was glee. Smiling mouths and glowing eyes. Whatever had happened, no one really seemed to mind.
As Hermione neared her seat, she saw Ginny sitting, having an animated conversation with Dean. She spotted Hermione an instant before the sixth year sat down.
"Isn't marvelous?" Ginny cried. She was smiling so much, Hermione could see her molars.
"What happened?"
"I have no idea. I swear I have been here for 20 minutes and I have seen not hair nor hide of any Slytherin."
"Snape neither?"
"I didn't think to check but I don't think so. I think it's marvelous."
"I think it's suspicious."
Ginny looked her older friend oddly. She obviously did not understand Hermione at all.
When two voices entered the room laughing with palpable amusement, Hermione knew she was right. Because they started laughing before they even entered the hall.
Harry and Ron shone as they walked down the aisle, nodding to their school mate as they were kings acknowledging the servents. But, as before, there was no light in Harry's eyes.
"Ladies. Gentleman. Isn't it a beautiful day?" Harry asked as he sat down.
Ron answered before any of the rest of them had the chance.
"Absolutely smashing I would say, dear chap."
The boys laughed uproariously at this and quickly dug into the substantial breakfast layed before them. Ginny, naturally, joined in straight away, none the wiser.
"Isn't it marvelous?"
"I agree, dear sister," Ron said as he stuffed a pancake down his throat. Hermione was not too sure if he even swallowed his food sometimes.
"Though very surprising," Harry added and almost lost his breakfast as what was once in Ron's mouth flew over the table as he cracked up again.
"Eewww!"
"Ron, that is... argh..."
"Sorry," Ron said sheepishly.
Hermione, though barely noticed for she had pulled Harry aside.
"Harry, what did you do?" she asked menacingly.
"Tut, tut," Harry answered, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Not supposed to tell, not until the Grand Finale."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"A magician does not reveal his secrets but if you are good for the rest of the day, I might just let you in on it. Just kept an eye on their hands."
Harry winked and went back to his food. Hermoine could barely touch hers. Her stomach was doing wild sommersults as she watched her dearest friend slowly kill himself.
Snape was not happy. Not only that, he was worried.
I shit you not.
He was in trouble. Big, stinky trouble and he could not think of anyway he could remedy it.
It was gone.
IT being the necklace. The emerald necklace. The enchanted emerald necklace.
Snape could not understand. His traps were flawless. It was inconceivable that anyone could get past them, especially when 99% of the residents at the school could barely float a feather.
"Pull yourself together man. Think. Who could it have been?"
It was Snape's habit to talk to himself when he was alone. Of course, no body knew because when you are alone, no body is around to discover your secrets.
"There is always an exception, Severus, and you know it."
"Someone must have been spying on me to find out about that necklace. Only Albus and myself know."
His brow crinkled in quick recognition.
"Potter. Who else thinks it is their born and bred duty to spy on me and steal my possessions? You else would be arrogant enough? But does he know? How can he? It was new information. Not even the key members of the Order know yet. Think, think. No, he can not know, but he soon will if young Miss Granger helps him. I must tell Albus."
In a flash, Snape was gone, his dark robes billowing behind him an a horror movie cliche kind of way, not knowing the chaos spreading through the rooms of his house at that exact moment.
The Great Hall was buzzing when Hermione arrived the next morning, a little earlier than usual because of the lack of sleep she had gotten. None-the- less, the half filled tables created the sound equivalent to a crowd at a quidditch match. At first she could not think why. Her gaze wandered down her table but her friends had yet to appear. Too early for them.
Hermione proceeded into the great room, the enchanted ceiling pouring the morning sun onto her sallow skin. It cheered her to see the moring for her night was so long and filled with bad thoughts. She was expecting her conversation today with Ron. No matter what, she was going to get him alone. The sun rising was both a blessing and a curse.
Inspecting her surroundings a little closer than before, her mouth dropped open slightly as she realised what all the fuss was about. The Slytherin table was empty. Completely. Not a soul to be seen. Her pace slowed as her eyes roamed to the teachers table. Snape was also absent, as was Dumbledore.
Peering into the faces of her fellows students seated in the tables around her, all she could see was glee. Smiling mouths and glowing eyes. Whatever had happened, no one really seemed to mind.
As Hermione neared her seat, she saw Ginny sitting, having an animated conversation with Dean. She spotted Hermione an instant before the sixth year sat down.
"Isn't marvelous?" Ginny cried. She was smiling so much, Hermione could see her molars.
"What happened?"
"I have no idea. I swear I have been here for 20 minutes and I have seen not hair nor hide of any Slytherin."
"Snape neither?"
"I didn't think to check but I don't think so. I think it's marvelous."
"I think it's suspicious."
Ginny looked her older friend oddly. She obviously did not understand Hermione at all.
When two voices entered the room laughing with palpable amusement, Hermione knew she was right. Because they started laughing before they even entered the hall.
Harry and Ron shone as they walked down the aisle, nodding to their school mate as they were kings acknowledging the servents. But, as before, there was no light in Harry's eyes.
"Ladies. Gentleman. Isn't it a beautiful day?" Harry asked as he sat down.
Ron answered before any of the rest of them had the chance.
"Absolutely smashing I would say, dear chap."
The boys laughed uproariously at this and quickly dug into the substantial breakfast layed before them. Ginny, naturally, joined in straight away, none the wiser.
"Isn't it marvelous?"
"I agree, dear sister," Ron said as he stuffed a pancake down his throat. Hermione was not too sure if he even swallowed his food sometimes.
"Though very surprising," Harry added and almost lost his breakfast as what was once in Ron's mouth flew over the table as he cracked up again.
"Eewww!"
"Ron, that is... argh..."
"Sorry," Ron said sheepishly.
Hermione, though barely noticed for she had pulled Harry aside.
"Harry, what did you do?" she asked menacingly.
"Tut, tut," Harry answered, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Not supposed to tell, not until the Grand Finale."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"A magician does not reveal his secrets but if you are good for the rest of the day, I might just let you in on it. Just kept an eye on their hands."
Harry winked and went back to his food. Hermoine could barely touch hers. Her stomach was doing wild sommersults as she watched her dearest friend slowly kill himself.