Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Aindel, don't give things away!
:D
Chapter Fourteen
Mischief Unmanagable
"Ow!" Harry growled. He had just been run into one of the stone dungeon walls. Again.
"I swear you're doing that on purpose!"
"I'm not, I'm sorry."
Finally, though, they had reached Snape's chambers.
"How are you getting in?" Harry asked.
Ethra reached down and turned the doorknob, opening the door.
"Oh."
"It seems Severus has kept his mystique up enough that no child would dare to try and enter." She smiled and moved her wand toward Snape's doorway. Harry went flying in and hit against another wall.
"Oh. Sorry." She released Harry of what had become, to him, the Cruciatus curse of Locomotor charms.
Ethra looked down at the map.
"Shite, Snape's coming. Hurry! Go through!"
She grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. It burst to green-flamed life. Harry hobbled over and into the fire. "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place." He said woozily. A few quick spins and he was gone.
A voice behind her startled her.
"Ethra? You're back? Are you alright?" Snape said quickly, walking into the room. "I mean, what are you doing here?"
He looked over at the fireplace which was still green. He looked down at the trail of blood.
"Are you hurt?"
Ethra shrugged. "Just...erm...a nosebleed."
Snape again looked at the fireplace. He furrowed his brow. Then he looked at the piece of folded parchment in Ethra's hands.
"Hey, give me that." He said. He walked forward and made to grab the map. She spun around, blocking him.
"No! Mischief managed!" She said, pointing her wand to the paper. It began to dissapear. Still, she couldn't let Snape get the map. Harry needed it for...well, whatever evil things he was planning this time.
"What was that you said?" Snape hissed, reaching for the map again. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed it, and she bit him hard in the arm. He cried out and stepped back, but then from behind her Ethra heard:
"Accio wand!"
The wand flew out of her waistband and she spun around, just in time to see Snape catch it in his hand. He smiled smugly at her, pointing his wand at her.
"So, Esme, are you going to give that to me, or not?"
"Give what to you?"
He glared at her.
"The thing you have in your hand."
"You don't want this."
"....Yes. Yes, I do."
"No you don't."
He looked at her blankly. "Yes I do."
Ethra looked behind Snape's shoulder, in utter horror.
"Oh...Oh my god, Severus." She whispered, terrified.
"What?" He spun around quickly.
She bolted for the fireplace, hoping there was enough powder in the fireplace for her.
The flames tickled her nicely and she yelled, "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!"