Chapter 20
Note: There are 2 stories in this chapter. First the actual chapter followed by a humorous, tongue-in-cheek take on the behind the scenes activities of IOS.
The snow was knee deep and wet but none of that mattered. Not to the older man or to the younger one striding beside him. Their dark cloaks scraped silently across the wintry white expanse. Their boots tread over familiar paths. Occasionally, the older one would stumble but the younger would always be there with a strong bracing arm. Steady once more they would continue on with the strong wind at their backs. They reached the castle doors and entered without ceremony through its massive doors.
"We are here at last!" said Salazar Slytherin shedding his heavy outdoor robes. Magnus Snape hung up his robes as well as his old teacher's. From the hearthside several students came forward to greet their teacher and his most favored former student. He acknowledged each one of the youngsters with a smile and a wave. "Good to be home."
"Your timing is impeccable, Master Salazar, dinner has been announced." said a tall, swarthy young man of about seventeen. He extended a hand to Snape. "Sir, a pleasure to meet you. I read your latest treatise outlining the medicinal uses of asphodel. I found it illuminating."
"Magnus, meet the first student of his year, Anton Marvolo." Said Salazar putting a fond around Marvolo's shoulder. Snape shook his hand. "He is one of my best and most promising students."
"Naturally, I expect no less." Said Snape. "Well, Anton, how are you finding Hogwarts now that the renovations are almost complete?"
"Much more peaceful, sir. Not to demean the students of the other masters but they are not as serious about their studies as they should be." Said Marvolo candidly walking alongside them as they made their way to the dining hall. "Except mayhap for the charges of Mistress Rowena."
"I am in full agreement on that. It has proven beneficial to have the various classes in different areas of the castle. Like with like I always say." Salazar added.
"I would think that the benefits of diversity would outweigh the social discomfort. We can all learn something from each other." Snape commented. "Tolerance for one thing."
"In a social setting, yes, diversity is an asset but this is a school, Magnus. We are here to learn not to socialize overmuch. There are far more students now than when you were first here. It is more important than ever that those promising students such as Anton here not have their progress impeded by less able students." Said Salazar. Next to him Marvolo beamed proudly. "The need for tolerance is overrated."
They had reached the dining hall and Magnus could see that his old teacher's words were true. There were indeed many more students of every race, age and nationality. The dining hall was the first and the biggest of the new rooms constructed. There were four long tables parallel to each other. On one end was the master or mistress and along the table sat his or her students. As the three made their way to the table set aside for Master Salazar's students, two young boys of about fourteen left Godric Gryffindor's table and approached Magnus Snape at a near run. Magnus smiled a rare smile as he held his arms out to the two disowned orphans he had left here a few years ago. They had been dirty, emaciated and frightened then but now they approached him with confidence and heads held high.
"Sir! You should have told us you were coming." Said Hamish Macmillan.
"Yes, sir, we would have prepared something for you," said the other.
"And what would you have done for the likes of Master Snape?" asked Marvolo. His arms were crossed, his tone slightly condescending and his stance was anything but cordial. The two younger men visibly tensed. "Made him an urn or some such?"
"I have several of Jarvic's works in my house, Anton. I find them to be a good blend of craftsmanship and practicality. He makes one for me every year and each year his skill improves." Snape answered. Jarvic's downcast expression changed back to his usual genial good humor.
"So, the potter's son is good for something after all." Salazar said casually offhand. "Hamish is not so fortunate. His talents have not as yet surfaced."
"Godric advises me of their continued improvement. I will be very proud to watch them graduate. Later than their age mates but they will finish and that is more important." Said Snape. He turned to his two protégés and said. "Go on, get back to your dinner. I will speak with both of you in the morning."
"A bit later is an understatement." Said Salazar shaking his head. He caught Godric's curious stare at the small scene that had just been played out. "They were walking disasters their first year here."
"They were also illiterate, Salazar. They have had to learn twice as much as the other students just to be able to attend class. A little more time is all they need. I did not come here to debate an old argument, Salazar." Said Snape. They had reached their table and Marvolo left to take his place further down on the left side.
"No, of course not, my boy. Let us eat and please tell me your news." Said Salazar amiably as he sat down at the head of the table. Seeing the well- regarded but rarely seen Master Snape in attendance, the right side of students moved wordlessly down one seat to make room for him. "The good and the bad. Before it escapes me, I should tell you that my daughter Asara will be visiting me. You remember Asara?"
"Yes, she started here my last year. Took very much after you from what I remember of her." Said Snape sitting down to the right of Salazar.
"She was very taken with you then. To this day she has made no move to disguise the affection and esteem she feels for you. It is no secret that I had hoped the two of you would find your way to each other someday." Salazar advised. Seeing Magnus scowl at his remark he added. "Now, please, take it as advice from an old friend. There are worse things than being married."
Snape enveloped his words with a hint of sarcasm. "You have been a widower all these years. If marriage is so agreeable why have you not remarried?"
"Though I find myself agreeable to marriage, I have yet to find another woman who is agreeable to me." Salazar replied and both men laughed.
You told her I was coming for a visit, did you not?"
"I might have told her in passing." Said Salazar cagily. "The crux of the matter is I want her in safe hands, Magnus. I want her to be with someone who I know can protect her after I am dead and buried."
"You are too healthy and far too stubborn to die, Salazar." Snape scoffed.
"It matters not. Wizarding kind is still a minority in this world. Our kind have few havens that are truly safe. She is my only daughter, Magnus, and I have need to know that she will be content and secure. That is all a father wants for his daughter. At the very least meet with her, please." Salazar replied.
Magnus nodded and in an attempt to move the conversation to safer ground asked "Speaking of children, how is her twin Atamar faring these days?"
"That son of mine is seemingly showing some portent of the promise I saw in him long ago. You know of how I despaired of him when he was a student. Brilliant yet fickle. Inventive yet slothful." Salazar took a long drink from his goblet. "His last missive detailed the school he is planning to build in Bavaria."
"Atamar and school? I admit to difficulty lending credence to such a possibility." Said Magnus tearing off two slices of bread one for him and one for Salazar. He placed the slice on Salazar's plate. "I remember when he apprenticed himself to me for a year. Wildly popular was he with the local people but he lacked dedication to the work itself."
"My hope is that this school of his will be the purpose and direction he needs in his life." Salazar continued.
"Per chance, maturity has made him wiser. I have not seen him for more than ten years now."
"You missed his last visit three years ago. But you will not miss Asara's visit. She will be arriving tomorrow."
"You are incorrigible, old man." Magnus chided his mentor.
"I am nothing if not a relentless dreamer." Salazar poured more wine for both he and Magnus.
"And a schemer!" said Magnus picking up his goblet.
The two men clinked their goblets together. Anyone who watched them that night could easily mistake them for father and son so easy was their rapport and so apparent their mutual affection and respect. But not all witnesses therein found this association to be a happy one. Nay, in them envy and malice had found much fertile ground. In these would develop provocative seeds of thought so insidious as to sway and shape the hearts and minds of generations to come. If hindsight is a virtue then foresight is surely damnation.
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Despite the light dusting of snow, the sidewalks of Notting Hill were greatly traveled. Students ran to catch the bus. Young school children chattered away about their upcoming holiday plans. Shoppers getting an early start walked along with purpose and anticipation. Hesitant lovers parted after sharing a night of sweet memories. Storekeepers opened their shops hoping fervently for a profitable day. All this Voldemort observed dispassionately staring behind drawn curtains from his third floor study. To him they were all chattel and cattle alike. To his mind there were no other uses for them.
He allowed himself this one indulgence every morning. It was his chance to reflect, gather his thoughts and renew his purpose. Day by day, his form took on more definition and physical strength. With each passing hour his clamoring senses and appetites grew more needy. Soon, very soon he would indulge them but not yet, not yet. His servant, for such was how he saw him, Peter Pettigrew came into his study and stood waiting for the day's instructions. In an uncharacteristic burst of altruism, Voldemort had stopped leeching energy from Wormtail at night. This morning Pettigrew was awake, alert and in no pain. Voldemort's reasoning was entirely self- serving as he had many tasks for his servant and it would not do to have these tasks done sloppily if at all.
"Good morning, Wormtail. You seem well rested." Voldemort turned from his ruminations by the window to face his servant.
"I believe my insomnia is gone. I had the best sleep the last two nights." With that said Wormtail looked at his lord his expression eager to please. "What do you require of me today, my lord?"
Voldemort took a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to Pettigrew. "I have many errands for you today. First, I want you to have those brochures printed. And then go - "
"My lord, why do we not just conjure these brochures? Perhaps transform some parchment into -" Pettigrew was so engrossed on reading his list that he forgot to be subservient.
"Wormtail, we are attempting to establish a legitimate business. To that end we must cultivate the surrounding businesses. What better way to make us known than by providing much needed commerce." Voldemort explained. "Positive word of mouth will serve us well much like it did Salazar Slytherin."
"How so, my lord?"
"Did you have a watered down curriculum at Hogwarts so as to cater to the weak-minded?!" said Voldemort with a sour note of exasperation. "In the beginning, Hogwarts was not as isolated as it is today. There were many muggle communities about. Now, in order to coexist in peace, Salazar wisely employed a strategy of good will. He was not known for such gestures. His main goal was to lull the muggles into thinking that Hogwarts was just a harmless school for the rich elite posing no threat whatsoever. He succeeded magnificently without resorting to hiding nor employing force but by simply pandering to self interest. Hogwarts bought cloth from local looms, harvests from nearby farms and employed muggles for non-essential menial tasks. We are following in his eminent footsteps."
"Wise strategy, my lord." Wormtail continued to read down his list. He paused and asked. "Rabbits and hutches."
"Yes, I thought you would ask about those. You will be raising rabbits in the basement. I have need of a regular and accessible supply." Voldemort informed his earnest minion. "For my new pets, Wormtail. Nagini too enjoys chasing one about as well. Make sure they are the largest breed of rabbits available will you?"
"Yes, of course. Should I clear out the body this morning?" The second the words were out of his mouth he regretted it. His stomach heaved at the thought of facing the pets so early in the morning. . He just had to remember to control himself. Severe stress tended to trigger his transformations. He must not transform when the pets were about. No need to panic he told himself they were smaller than him anyway. But thinking about their small piercing eyes glowing a deep red in the dim vault was his undoing for below their eyes his mind's eye added the details jagged teeth, numerous and ever sharp. And the sounds they made were unforgettable. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"No need. The body has been picked clean and the bones digested. There is nothing left to dispose of. I could only hope that Nagini would be similarly efficient." Voldemort smiled as one pondering a delightful curiosity. "They are growing faster than even I expected. Today I will be teaching them discipline and obedience. Before I forget, I will require an enclosed greenhouse on the roof. Add that to the list. Now go there is much we both need to do."
Throughout their conversation, Pettigrew had been watching Voldemort very closely especially his face. Over the last few weeks he had been witness to his lord's transformation. Each day his curiosity grew. "Master, may I ask another question?"
"What is it?" Voldemort held in his growing irritation but just so.
"What kind of glamour spell are you using? I've never seen one work so well and for so long."
"You believe this to be a glamour spell? Voldemort laughed heartily. "No, Wormtail, this is no glamour spell. My improving appearance is due largely to my continuing regeneration courtesy of Severus' work on my behalf."
"Amazing! So this is what he has been helping you with, my lord." Said Pettigrew scrutinizing Voldemort's appearance. His face was still too pale and his nose was too pug-like but all in all his lord and master was much improved.
"What did you think Severus was doing?" Voldemort was fully aware of the growing rivalry between Lucius and Severus, however, he had not expected any such foolishness from Wormtail. Voldemort's voice was soft and persuasive but Wormtail heard and felt the menace underneath the silk.
"Not . not I, my lord. I would never question you." Wormtail explained. "It was Lucius. He's been asking me many questions about Severus lately."
"What kinds of questions?"
"Different things like how often you summon him and what kinds of things you assign him to do." Wormtail's reedy voice began to shake as he saw his lord's eyes narrow to near slits. "I never said anything. I don't know anything to say. I . I mean even if I did know anything I still would not have said anything to Lucius . to anyone, my lord."
"The next time Lucius grows curious, send him to me. Understood?"
"Yes, my lord. I will remember to do that."
"Good, had you not best be about your errands?"
As Pettigrew left the study he could not resist a parting glance. He thought that truly his master must be all-powerful to affect such a change upon his own person. It should not be inferred that Pettigrew was entirely stupid but he certainly was very slow to add two and two and come up with five. Fortunate for him his errands required far less thinking than actual doing.
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Lucius Malfoy was at that very minute completing a transaction in a seedy shop down Knockturn Alley. The shop was an established purveyor of ancient books and writings but not very discerning. The items for sale were mostly useless and obsolete artifacts but now and again a particularly interesting item would surface. Today Malfoy had found and purchased a collection of reproduced scrolls of the writings of one of the earliest and most able proponents of Salazar Slytherin's philosophy Anton Marvolo. His purchase wrapped and paid for, Lucius Malfoy left the shop heading for Ollivanders.
Mr. Ollivander however adept he was in presenting a vague but kindly veneer was nonetheless a shrewd man who missed nothing. Ollivander had claimed absolute neutrality during the first rise of the Dark Lord. However, Lucius strongly suspected that Ollivander's true allegiance were with Dumbledore and his ilk. It was best to not take chances. Before entering the shop, Malfoy schooled his features to a still, calm mask revealing to the world only that which he permitted the world to see. His mask slipped a little when he saw that it wasn't old Mr. Ollivander attending to him but a younger near mirror image. Who knew he had a son?
"I'm Hugh Ollivander. How can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Hugh Ollivander.
"I don't believe we've ever met." Asked Lucius eyeing Hugh closely.
"We have not met but I make it a point to know all our best customers." Hugh informed him. "Your last purchase was a silver wand chain. Before that was a soft-sided silk brocade wand sheath suitable for a female to carry on her person unobtrusively. I am assuming that you are now here looking for a Christmas gift."
Malfoy nodded approvingly at being recognized and catered to. "I see that I can hide nothing from you. Yes, I am looking for a gift but for my son this time."
"Perhaps a wand holster would be to your son's liking." Hugh ushered Malfoy to another display case. "These holsters are quite versatile. They can be clipped on to a belt or on the inside of one's robe hidden but still in easy reach. Some of these models can also be attached on the ankle or arm."
"Yes, I believe one of these will do." Lucius spent some time poring over the available selection. Never one to lose a possible opportunity Lucius made small talk. "It is a widely accepted fact that Ollivanders is the finest wand maker in the world. Have you or your father ever thought of expanding beyond Diagon Alley?"
"We are quite content where we are as we are, Mr. Malfoy. Quality before quantity has always served us best. Our size and exclusivity have not proven to be detrimental." Hugh replied.
"If you do ever have a need for investors, do keep me in mind." Lucius chose a sleek elegant holster in gilt silver with green piping along an edge. He paid for his purchase and swept out of the shop as arrogant and self-assured as he had been coming in.
Hugh looked and made sure Malfoy was out of sight before letting out the laughter he had been doing his best to suppress. Mr. Malfoy's interest was so transparent. There were wand makers of every description all over the world but none could duplicate what made Ollivanders famous. Only Ollivander wands truly chose their owners. Over the years, many rivals and curiosity seekers had tried to ferret out the family's secret methods but none had ever succeeded.
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Lucius had gone only a few meters out when he felt his left forearm tingling. He discreetly pulled up his sleeve and saw the Dark Mark glowing darkly at him. It was a summons. Quickly, he departed Diagon Alley and apparated to the farmhouse. Voldemort was waiting for him inside sitting on one side of the trestle table. Curious, he thought, someone's cleaned the place. Voldemort said the words to end the summons.
"Lucius, there are some things we need to discuss." Voldemort began. He gestured for Malfoy to take the bench opposite him.
"Yes, my lord." Lucius put his bundles on the table and waited expectantly. He did not miss Wormtail's obvious absence.
"Lucius, as of tomorrow you will divest yourself of all of your current tasks and responsibilities. Give them over to Macnair." Lucius was about to protest but Voldemort's next words made any protest impossible. "Lucius, I am about to entrust to your hands a critical part of my plan. I need you to plan and execute the retrieval of the Lestranges and any of our other followers who still survive from Azkaban."
Lucius was silent as he absorbed this new directive. Voldemort continued. "I have always said that I will protect and reward those who are most loyal to me. The Lestranges must be freed if only to keep the bond that is my word."
"This is no ordinary task, my lord." Said Lucius carefully. "There are the Dementors to deal with. We don't know the exact layout of Azkaban itself. The Ministry has always kept that matter very vague."
"You forget Lucius that we have or will soon have a personal guide through the corridors of Azkaban."
"We will? " asked Lucius amazed. "Who would that be?"
"Only one person comes to mind. The only one to escape from Azkaban - Sirius Black."
"I see. Black has not been recaptured and his whereabouts are unknown."
"We will not be hunting for Black. I mean to make him come to us."
"Of course, we use the boy to lure him and -"
"No, Lucius, not the runt. His time will come but not now. Our bait will be the one thing that Sirius Black could not long resist - Peter Pettigrew." Said Voldemort relishing every word he uttered.
"Pettigrew? Wormtail?" Lucius was reminded once more why underestimating Voldemort usually proved lethal.
"Black and Pettigrew have a long history. If Black was given another chance to kill Wormtail and avenge the death of the Potters, he will take it." Voldemort said. "I aim to give him that chance but on my terms."
"You'll sacrifice Pettigrew and -"
"Did I say that, Lucius?" Voldemort stood up, placed his hands on the table and leaned across looking Lucius in the eyes. "I ask and require obedience and loyalty. In return I do take care of all my loyal followers. Have you not prospered in the interim, Lucius? Your companies continue to get business that would otherwise go elsewhere. I may use any of you for my purposes but I protect my own. Is that understood?"
Malfoy could only nod dumbly. Voldemort continued. "I also expect that my followers will work together not snipe at each other. Internal conflict is a waste of time. Do you not realize yet how prepared the old man is this time? All the time that I lost while he was preparing his own network of support. He knew we would meet again and he is preparing. As would I were my followers willing to sublimate their own personal aggrandizement for the good of all. I want to win. I need to win. But I am questioning your motivation, Lucius. You are either with me for my reasons or you are not."
"My loyalty has never wavered. It is ludicrous for you to believe so. Who has been saying so? Snape?" Red faced and quivering with anger, Lucius stood and faced the dark lord.
"No, Lucius. Severus has said nothing against you. By your own actions have you marked yourself. Stop imagining attacks where there are none. You will cease pursuing your agenda against Severus. I know exactly what he is and the value of his utility to me. You on the other hand have only just begun to prove your value to me. Now, I have charged you with a critical assignment. If you cannot or are unwilling to carry it out then I will find someone else who can."
"I am more than willing, my lord. No one else will do this better."
Voldemort sat back down. "You will have your chance to prove so. The Lestranges will be freed within the summer. It will take that long for us to secure and assemble all that we need. You will need to device the method for which Mr. Black will be informed of his second chance. It must be discreet and not known to the old man. The plan will be known only to the two of us and no one else -not Wormtail and not Severus. Black will come. I know he will. He will not be able to resist."
"What of the Dementors?" Lucius asked.
"That matter will be attended to by another of Black's old friends Remus Lupin."
"He's Dumbledore's man. He even taught at Hogwarts."
"No matter. Every man has their point of vulnerability, Lucius. Find that point and you have the man." Voldemort said.
"He's a known werewolf, penniless and has no family. What point of vulnerability would he have?"
"He is the one thing that he cannot help being - a Gryffindor." Said Voldemort with some finality. "They can be so predictably brave and self- sacrificing. An appeal to his virtue will have more effect than a bribe to his vices."
"I cannot thing Dumbledore will just stand by and let all this happen." Lucius pointed out. "He has become overly docile in the council meetings of late. That makes me suspicious."
"And well it should. The old man is feeling confident." Voldemort concurred. "Good. That will make his ineffectiveness very plain and all that more personally painful. This game will be played to the end make no mistake of that, Lucius, no mistake."
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Focus of mind when applied can do great things. Focus when unapplied and left to its own devices can do nothing but harm. Voldemort pondered those thoughts as he studied his list over lunch. He knew his followers well. Lucius Malfoy had ability but no direction. Give him direction and he will achieve. Peter Pettigrew had much self-interest and little else. Appeal to his self-interest with helpings of flattery and he will finish his tasks. Severus Snape had changed little from when he first became a Death Eater - superb ability, unerring direction and focus but nothing to believe in that would harness all of his considerable capabilities. Make him believe and he is yours. If he was sure of any man, he was sure of Severus Snape.
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Author's Notes: The Slytherins were overdue their own chapter. Any comments on Sirius, Remus or Magnus (who I have to admit is growing on me like a weed) ? The plots are entwined like vines on a trellis clambering its way leaf over leaf to the top. A humorous take on IOS begins below. Enjoy!
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The stage was dark save for a single spotlight over the center where a tall mirror stood imposing and self-important. A small figure with unruly black hair entered from the right and propped himself before the mirror. Another spotlight came on to his left. It revealed another figure with shocking red hair looking quite dejected. Slowly the light increased and the stage was fully revealed.
Harry Potter looked into the Mirror of Erised for about the tenth time that day. "I might as well be called The Boy Who Waited." He said the words out loud less for effect and more out of sheer frustration. "She's had twenty chapters already. How long is she going to take before my grand entrance?"
"Who are you to complain, Harry? At least you know she's got some goodies for you coming up." Ron slouched leaning against a wall. "Me? I've got more of a chance of becoming Gryffindor seeker than getting a few lines to myself. Here I thought she was going to let me shine during the bludger to box strategy bits in chapter 15, but no! I got less than five sentences. Five sentences I counted and recounted."
"You could have asked for a rewrite, Ron." Harry experimented with various color for his robes. She still wouldn't tell him the circumstances of his entrance. Very inconvenient, he thought. He had to know soon otherwise his wardrobe might clash with the planned scenery.
"Fat lot that would do me. She hates rewrites." Ron ripped the wrapper of yet another chocolate frog tossing it to the growing pile next to him.
"Of course, she does. They give her such awful migraines." Said Hermione coming in from stage left and set about preening in front of the mirror. She practiced a few glares and serene all knowing looks in front of the mirror.
"Well, have you bonked the bat yet?" asked Harry.
"Of course not! " Hermione shot back. "We haven't even held hands or gaze soulfully into each other's eyes. Honestly, get your mind out of the gutter."
"You're losing it, girl. You're usually enjoying carnal delights at least three times a day by now." Ron observed.
"She just believes in letting things happen naturally. Anyway, Greenhouse Four is going to last me for a long while yet." Hermione conjured up a chair and sat back.
"Oh, who's in that scene? Is it very, what's the term, lemony?" Harry was such an incorrigible gossip.
"Top secret flashback. Sorry. Just finished rehearsing it. She's not quite happy with the pacing and my scene partner was being difficult. He kept bringing up actors equity dues. She was quite put out by it." Said Hermione brushing her hair.
A small moan made them turn offstage as a shadow crossed into the light just in front of the stage. Severus Snape came up the short stairs rubbing the small of his back. Hermione conjured a sofa into which he gratefully reclined. "Oh, that woman is a taskmaster! Captain Bligh has nothing on her."
"What now? More demon summoning? More deception?" asked Harry ever the gossip. "More Harry?"
"I wish it were that simple. She asked to see me privately. God help me, she had the LOOK!" Snape crossed his right arm over his eyes. The others recoiled then pressed forward eager to here more. "You all know what that means."
"No! She can't! I can't handle anymore!" said Hermione aggrieved and very discomfited. "After that last chapter my nerves are shot."
"Did she say anything about me?" asked Ron eagerly. "Maybe I can learn to read poetry for real and on my own. Something like Ode to a Bludger, perhaps." Ron was so taken with the idea that he asked for parchment and quill and began to compose his quatrains. "What rhymes with bludger? Dodger? Codger? Lodger? Lover, that's it."
"It's my entrance! She's been building up to it all this time. I just know it!" Harry crowed. "Does she have the location yet? Anywhere but Privet Drive, please."
"It means that some of us who have long toiled in obscurity will finally be rewarded." Professor McGonagall came in on the arm of Mr. Ollivander from stage right.
"What did she say?" asked Ron.
"That she's finally going to get lucky." Harry said snidely.
"Well, why didn't she just say so then." Ron replied.
"We've just had a long chat with her. She told us to prepare ourselves appropriately." Said Mr. Ollivander. "Oh, I'm not quite sure about my motivations, Minerva. And what did she mean by old-fashioned confrontation?"
"I suppose she was referring to a duel. Albus has been pestering her for more heroic bits for himself so she's thinking about it." Minerva informed him. "Yes, he really gets tired of the wise old man with a twinkle about him routine."
"Better him than me. A duel you say? I'll start polishing my wand immediately."
"Let me know if you need help. Shall we discuss our PAST over tea then?" The two departed stage right cooing like doves.
"Oh, fudge! Who'd be interested in those two old sticks?!" Ron groused.
"We veterans have some things that you youngsters do not possess with the exception of Ms. Granger who is mature beyond her years," Snape began.
"Really!? Do tell." Said Ron.
"Panache, dramatic gravity and indelible style." Snape finished.
"Enough about your billowing robes what about you?" said Harry who hadn't budged from his spot before the mirror and not so coincidentally center stage.
Snape had had enough. He stood up and left down the center aisle calling out after him. "No one has the least appreciation for subtlety, presence and characterization." He melded into the darkness like no one else before and no one ever will thereafter.
"Well, aren't you going after lover boy?" said Ron.
"That would be grossly out of character and out of plot. We're not in love yet. Don't you read the script?" said an exasperated Hermione.
"I only skim until I get to my parts," Ron answered. "Chapter 18 I was asleep. Chapter 19 I had what two lines. I didn't even do any funny faces."
"It's text not a movie. Your faces just don't translate well on paper." Hermione explained. "Find some way to be useful."
Seamus appeared stage right and strolled across the stage practicing his scales. "Do re mi fa so la ti do. La la la ti ti re.She's moved me from the EEE room to the EE room. Glorious progress!"
Before Ron could ask, Hermione informed him "Triple E stands for the Egregious, Extraneous and Expendable characters room. Double E stands for the Peripherally Essential but Possibly Expendable."
"Is there an E?" asked Harry. He really wasn't interested in anything or anyone who wasn't on center stage but he was the star and he had it in him to be magnanimous.
"That's the Truly Exceptional room for canon and non-canon characters." Hermione would have said more but she was distracted by William Douglas holding out a clipboard to her.
"Now, just sign here, please, Ms. Hermione." Douglass cajoled. "If enough characters sign up, she may move me from EEE to EE. I'm willing to become one of the good guys. I'm known for the quality of my repentant dialogue."
"You're out of luck there." Said Hermione.
"What do you mean? What do you know?" Douglas lost his cool demeanor resorting to abject groveling. "Am I being written out so soon? I could have done that dungeon scene better. I just got tongue-tied with Snape standing there. I mean who wouldn't?"
"I know nothing. Save your breath." Said Hermione. "I just meant that it was premature. Only she knows where this is going."
"You don't know? Come on, she has to give you hints?" asked Ron.
Behind them the stage light began to dim. Ron and Hermione looked up curious. A voice of long suffering calm filled the stage. "Ok, Ron, you've had more than 10 lines now. Do be quiet and let me get on with the story." With that said, the stage faded to black.
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Much thanks go to Werecat and Yvonne for sanity checks when needed as well as the necessary kick in the pants. Thanks to all who have reviewed and given much appreciated guidance.
Enjoy!
mavidian
Note: There are 2 stories in this chapter. First the actual chapter followed by a humorous, tongue-in-cheek take on the behind the scenes activities of IOS.
The snow was knee deep and wet but none of that mattered. Not to the older man or to the younger one striding beside him. Their dark cloaks scraped silently across the wintry white expanse. Their boots tread over familiar paths. Occasionally, the older one would stumble but the younger would always be there with a strong bracing arm. Steady once more they would continue on with the strong wind at their backs. They reached the castle doors and entered without ceremony through its massive doors.
"We are here at last!" said Salazar Slytherin shedding his heavy outdoor robes. Magnus Snape hung up his robes as well as his old teacher's. From the hearthside several students came forward to greet their teacher and his most favored former student. He acknowledged each one of the youngsters with a smile and a wave. "Good to be home."
"Your timing is impeccable, Master Salazar, dinner has been announced." said a tall, swarthy young man of about seventeen. He extended a hand to Snape. "Sir, a pleasure to meet you. I read your latest treatise outlining the medicinal uses of asphodel. I found it illuminating."
"Magnus, meet the first student of his year, Anton Marvolo." Said Salazar putting a fond around Marvolo's shoulder. Snape shook his hand. "He is one of my best and most promising students."
"Naturally, I expect no less." Said Snape. "Well, Anton, how are you finding Hogwarts now that the renovations are almost complete?"
"Much more peaceful, sir. Not to demean the students of the other masters but they are not as serious about their studies as they should be." Said Marvolo candidly walking alongside them as they made their way to the dining hall. "Except mayhap for the charges of Mistress Rowena."
"I am in full agreement on that. It has proven beneficial to have the various classes in different areas of the castle. Like with like I always say." Salazar added.
"I would think that the benefits of diversity would outweigh the social discomfort. We can all learn something from each other." Snape commented. "Tolerance for one thing."
"In a social setting, yes, diversity is an asset but this is a school, Magnus. We are here to learn not to socialize overmuch. There are far more students now than when you were first here. It is more important than ever that those promising students such as Anton here not have their progress impeded by less able students." Said Salazar. Next to him Marvolo beamed proudly. "The need for tolerance is overrated."
They had reached the dining hall and Magnus could see that his old teacher's words were true. There were indeed many more students of every race, age and nationality. The dining hall was the first and the biggest of the new rooms constructed. There were four long tables parallel to each other. On one end was the master or mistress and along the table sat his or her students. As the three made their way to the table set aside for Master Salazar's students, two young boys of about fourteen left Godric Gryffindor's table and approached Magnus Snape at a near run. Magnus smiled a rare smile as he held his arms out to the two disowned orphans he had left here a few years ago. They had been dirty, emaciated and frightened then but now they approached him with confidence and heads held high.
"Sir! You should have told us you were coming." Said Hamish Macmillan.
"Yes, sir, we would have prepared something for you," said the other.
"And what would you have done for the likes of Master Snape?" asked Marvolo. His arms were crossed, his tone slightly condescending and his stance was anything but cordial. The two younger men visibly tensed. "Made him an urn or some such?"
"I have several of Jarvic's works in my house, Anton. I find them to be a good blend of craftsmanship and practicality. He makes one for me every year and each year his skill improves." Snape answered. Jarvic's downcast expression changed back to his usual genial good humor.
"So, the potter's son is good for something after all." Salazar said casually offhand. "Hamish is not so fortunate. His talents have not as yet surfaced."
"Godric advises me of their continued improvement. I will be very proud to watch them graduate. Later than their age mates but they will finish and that is more important." Said Snape. He turned to his two protégés and said. "Go on, get back to your dinner. I will speak with both of you in the morning."
"A bit later is an understatement." Said Salazar shaking his head. He caught Godric's curious stare at the small scene that had just been played out. "They were walking disasters their first year here."
"They were also illiterate, Salazar. They have had to learn twice as much as the other students just to be able to attend class. A little more time is all they need. I did not come here to debate an old argument, Salazar." Said Snape. They had reached their table and Marvolo left to take his place further down on the left side.
"No, of course not, my boy. Let us eat and please tell me your news." Said Salazar amiably as he sat down at the head of the table. Seeing the well- regarded but rarely seen Master Snape in attendance, the right side of students moved wordlessly down one seat to make room for him. "The good and the bad. Before it escapes me, I should tell you that my daughter Asara will be visiting me. You remember Asara?"
"Yes, she started here my last year. Took very much after you from what I remember of her." Said Snape sitting down to the right of Salazar.
"She was very taken with you then. To this day she has made no move to disguise the affection and esteem she feels for you. It is no secret that I had hoped the two of you would find your way to each other someday." Salazar advised. Seeing Magnus scowl at his remark he added. "Now, please, take it as advice from an old friend. There are worse things than being married."
Snape enveloped his words with a hint of sarcasm. "You have been a widower all these years. If marriage is so agreeable why have you not remarried?"
"Though I find myself agreeable to marriage, I have yet to find another woman who is agreeable to me." Salazar replied and both men laughed.
You told her I was coming for a visit, did you not?"
"I might have told her in passing." Said Salazar cagily. "The crux of the matter is I want her in safe hands, Magnus. I want her to be with someone who I know can protect her after I am dead and buried."
"You are too healthy and far too stubborn to die, Salazar." Snape scoffed.
"It matters not. Wizarding kind is still a minority in this world. Our kind have few havens that are truly safe. She is my only daughter, Magnus, and I have need to know that she will be content and secure. That is all a father wants for his daughter. At the very least meet with her, please." Salazar replied.
Magnus nodded and in an attempt to move the conversation to safer ground asked "Speaking of children, how is her twin Atamar faring these days?"
"That son of mine is seemingly showing some portent of the promise I saw in him long ago. You know of how I despaired of him when he was a student. Brilliant yet fickle. Inventive yet slothful." Salazar took a long drink from his goblet. "His last missive detailed the school he is planning to build in Bavaria."
"Atamar and school? I admit to difficulty lending credence to such a possibility." Said Magnus tearing off two slices of bread one for him and one for Salazar. He placed the slice on Salazar's plate. "I remember when he apprenticed himself to me for a year. Wildly popular was he with the local people but he lacked dedication to the work itself."
"My hope is that this school of his will be the purpose and direction he needs in his life." Salazar continued.
"Per chance, maturity has made him wiser. I have not seen him for more than ten years now."
"You missed his last visit three years ago. But you will not miss Asara's visit. She will be arriving tomorrow."
"You are incorrigible, old man." Magnus chided his mentor.
"I am nothing if not a relentless dreamer." Salazar poured more wine for both he and Magnus.
"And a schemer!" said Magnus picking up his goblet.
The two men clinked their goblets together. Anyone who watched them that night could easily mistake them for father and son so easy was their rapport and so apparent their mutual affection and respect. But not all witnesses therein found this association to be a happy one. Nay, in them envy and malice had found much fertile ground. In these would develop provocative seeds of thought so insidious as to sway and shape the hearts and minds of generations to come. If hindsight is a virtue then foresight is surely damnation.
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Despite the light dusting of snow, the sidewalks of Notting Hill were greatly traveled. Students ran to catch the bus. Young school children chattered away about their upcoming holiday plans. Shoppers getting an early start walked along with purpose and anticipation. Hesitant lovers parted after sharing a night of sweet memories. Storekeepers opened their shops hoping fervently for a profitable day. All this Voldemort observed dispassionately staring behind drawn curtains from his third floor study. To him they were all chattel and cattle alike. To his mind there were no other uses for them.
He allowed himself this one indulgence every morning. It was his chance to reflect, gather his thoughts and renew his purpose. Day by day, his form took on more definition and physical strength. With each passing hour his clamoring senses and appetites grew more needy. Soon, very soon he would indulge them but not yet, not yet. His servant, for such was how he saw him, Peter Pettigrew came into his study and stood waiting for the day's instructions. In an uncharacteristic burst of altruism, Voldemort had stopped leeching energy from Wormtail at night. This morning Pettigrew was awake, alert and in no pain. Voldemort's reasoning was entirely self- serving as he had many tasks for his servant and it would not do to have these tasks done sloppily if at all.
"Good morning, Wormtail. You seem well rested." Voldemort turned from his ruminations by the window to face his servant.
"I believe my insomnia is gone. I had the best sleep the last two nights." With that said Wormtail looked at his lord his expression eager to please. "What do you require of me today, my lord?"
Voldemort took a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to Pettigrew. "I have many errands for you today. First, I want you to have those brochures printed. And then go - "
"My lord, why do we not just conjure these brochures? Perhaps transform some parchment into -" Pettigrew was so engrossed on reading his list that he forgot to be subservient.
"Wormtail, we are attempting to establish a legitimate business. To that end we must cultivate the surrounding businesses. What better way to make us known than by providing much needed commerce." Voldemort explained. "Positive word of mouth will serve us well much like it did Salazar Slytherin."
"How so, my lord?"
"Did you have a watered down curriculum at Hogwarts so as to cater to the weak-minded?!" said Voldemort with a sour note of exasperation. "In the beginning, Hogwarts was not as isolated as it is today. There were many muggle communities about. Now, in order to coexist in peace, Salazar wisely employed a strategy of good will. He was not known for such gestures. His main goal was to lull the muggles into thinking that Hogwarts was just a harmless school for the rich elite posing no threat whatsoever. He succeeded magnificently without resorting to hiding nor employing force but by simply pandering to self interest. Hogwarts bought cloth from local looms, harvests from nearby farms and employed muggles for non-essential menial tasks. We are following in his eminent footsteps."
"Wise strategy, my lord." Wormtail continued to read down his list. He paused and asked. "Rabbits and hutches."
"Yes, I thought you would ask about those. You will be raising rabbits in the basement. I have need of a regular and accessible supply." Voldemort informed his earnest minion. "For my new pets, Wormtail. Nagini too enjoys chasing one about as well. Make sure they are the largest breed of rabbits available will you?"
"Yes, of course. Should I clear out the body this morning?" The second the words were out of his mouth he regretted it. His stomach heaved at the thought of facing the pets so early in the morning. . He just had to remember to control himself. Severe stress tended to trigger his transformations. He must not transform when the pets were about. No need to panic he told himself they were smaller than him anyway. But thinking about their small piercing eyes glowing a deep red in the dim vault was his undoing for below their eyes his mind's eye added the details jagged teeth, numerous and ever sharp. And the sounds they made were unforgettable. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"No need. The body has been picked clean and the bones digested. There is nothing left to dispose of. I could only hope that Nagini would be similarly efficient." Voldemort smiled as one pondering a delightful curiosity. "They are growing faster than even I expected. Today I will be teaching them discipline and obedience. Before I forget, I will require an enclosed greenhouse on the roof. Add that to the list. Now go there is much we both need to do."
Throughout their conversation, Pettigrew had been watching Voldemort very closely especially his face. Over the last few weeks he had been witness to his lord's transformation. Each day his curiosity grew. "Master, may I ask another question?"
"What is it?" Voldemort held in his growing irritation but just so.
"What kind of glamour spell are you using? I've never seen one work so well and for so long."
"You believe this to be a glamour spell? Voldemort laughed heartily. "No, Wormtail, this is no glamour spell. My improving appearance is due largely to my continuing regeneration courtesy of Severus' work on my behalf."
"Amazing! So this is what he has been helping you with, my lord." Said Pettigrew scrutinizing Voldemort's appearance. His face was still too pale and his nose was too pug-like but all in all his lord and master was much improved.
"What did you think Severus was doing?" Voldemort was fully aware of the growing rivalry between Lucius and Severus, however, he had not expected any such foolishness from Wormtail. Voldemort's voice was soft and persuasive but Wormtail heard and felt the menace underneath the silk.
"Not . not I, my lord. I would never question you." Wormtail explained. "It was Lucius. He's been asking me many questions about Severus lately."
"What kinds of questions?"
"Different things like how often you summon him and what kinds of things you assign him to do." Wormtail's reedy voice began to shake as he saw his lord's eyes narrow to near slits. "I never said anything. I don't know anything to say. I . I mean even if I did know anything I still would not have said anything to Lucius . to anyone, my lord."
"The next time Lucius grows curious, send him to me. Understood?"
"Yes, my lord. I will remember to do that."
"Good, had you not best be about your errands?"
As Pettigrew left the study he could not resist a parting glance. He thought that truly his master must be all-powerful to affect such a change upon his own person. It should not be inferred that Pettigrew was entirely stupid but he certainly was very slow to add two and two and come up with five. Fortunate for him his errands required far less thinking than actual doing.
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Lucius Malfoy was at that very minute completing a transaction in a seedy shop down Knockturn Alley. The shop was an established purveyor of ancient books and writings but not very discerning. The items for sale were mostly useless and obsolete artifacts but now and again a particularly interesting item would surface. Today Malfoy had found and purchased a collection of reproduced scrolls of the writings of one of the earliest and most able proponents of Salazar Slytherin's philosophy Anton Marvolo. His purchase wrapped and paid for, Lucius Malfoy left the shop heading for Ollivanders.
Mr. Ollivander however adept he was in presenting a vague but kindly veneer was nonetheless a shrewd man who missed nothing. Ollivander had claimed absolute neutrality during the first rise of the Dark Lord. However, Lucius strongly suspected that Ollivander's true allegiance were with Dumbledore and his ilk. It was best to not take chances. Before entering the shop, Malfoy schooled his features to a still, calm mask revealing to the world only that which he permitted the world to see. His mask slipped a little when he saw that it wasn't old Mr. Ollivander attending to him but a younger near mirror image. Who knew he had a son?
"I'm Hugh Ollivander. How can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Hugh Ollivander.
"I don't believe we've ever met." Asked Lucius eyeing Hugh closely.
"We have not met but I make it a point to know all our best customers." Hugh informed him. "Your last purchase was a silver wand chain. Before that was a soft-sided silk brocade wand sheath suitable for a female to carry on her person unobtrusively. I am assuming that you are now here looking for a Christmas gift."
Malfoy nodded approvingly at being recognized and catered to. "I see that I can hide nothing from you. Yes, I am looking for a gift but for my son this time."
"Perhaps a wand holster would be to your son's liking." Hugh ushered Malfoy to another display case. "These holsters are quite versatile. They can be clipped on to a belt or on the inside of one's robe hidden but still in easy reach. Some of these models can also be attached on the ankle or arm."
"Yes, I believe one of these will do." Lucius spent some time poring over the available selection. Never one to lose a possible opportunity Lucius made small talk. "It is a widely accepted fact that Ollivanders is the finest wand maker in the world. Have you or your father ever thought of expanding beyond Diagon Alley?"
"We are quite content where we are as we are, Mr. Malfoy. Quality before quantity has always served us best. Our size and exclusivity have not proven to be detrimental." Hugh replied.
"If you do ever have a need for investors, do keep me in mind." Lucius chose a sleek elegant holster in gilt silver with green piping along an edge. He paid for his purchase and swept out of the shop as arrogant and self-assured as he had been coming in.
Hugh looked and made sure Malfoy was out of sight before letting out the laughter he had been doing his best to suppress. Mr. Malfoy's interest was so transparent. There were wand makers of every description all over the world but none could duplicate what made Ollivanders famous. Only Ollivander wands truly chose their owners. Over the years, many rivals and curiosity seekers had tried to ferret out the family's secret methods but none had ever succeeded.
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Lucius had gone only a few meters out when he felt his left forearm tingling. He discreetly pulled up his sleeve and saw the Dark Mark glowing darkly at him. It was a summons. Quickly, he departed Diagon Alley and apparated to the farmhouse. Voldemort was waiting for him inside sitting on one side of the trestle table. Curious, he thought, someone's cleaned the place. Voldemort said the words to end the summons.
"Lucius, there are some things we need to discuss." Voldemort began. He gestured for Malfoy to take the bench opposite him.
"Yes, my lord." Lucius put his bundles on the table and waited expectantly. He did not miss Wormtail's obvious absence.
"Lucius, as of tomorrow you will divest yourself of all of your current tasks and responsibilities. Give them over to Macnair." Lucius was about to protest but Voldemort's next words made any protest impossible. "Lucius, I am about to entrust to your hands a critical part of my plan. I need you to plan and execute the retrieval of the Lestranges and any of our other followers who still survive from Azkaban."
Lucius was silent as he absorbed this new directive. Voldemort continued. "I have always said that I will protect and reward those who are most loyal to me. The Lestranges must be freed if only to keep the bond that is my word."
"This is no ordinary task, my lord." Said Lucius carefully. "There are the Dementors to deal with. We don't know the exact layout of Azkaban itself. The Ministry has always kept that matter very vague."
"You forget Lucius that we have or will soon have a personal guide through the corridors of Azkaban."
"We will? " asked Lucius amazed. "Who would that be?"
"Only one person comes to mind. The only one to escape from Azkaban - Sirius Black."
"I see. Black has not been recaptured and his whereabouts are unknown."
"We will not be hunting for Black. I mean to make him come to us."
"Of course, we use the boy to lure him and -"
"No, Lucius, not the runt. His time will come but not now. Our bait will be the one thing that Sirius Black could not long resist - Peter Pettigrew." Said Voldemort relishing every word he uttered.
"Pettigrew? Wormtail?" Lucius was reminded once more why underestimating Voldemort usually proved lethal.
"Black and Pettigrew have a long history. If Black was given another chance to kill Wormtail and avenge the death of the Potters, he will take it." Voldemort said. "I aim to give him that chance but on my terms."
"You'll sacrifice Pettigrew and -"
"Did I say that, Lucius?" Voldemort stood up, placed his hands on the table and leaned across looking Lucius in the eyes. "I ask and require obedience and loyalty. In return I do take care of all my loyal followers. Have you not prospered in the interim, Lucius? Your companies continue to get business that would otherwise go elsewhere. I may use any of you for my purposes but I protect my own. Is that understood?"
Malfoy could only nod dumbly. Voldemort continued. "I also expect that my followers will work together not snipe at each other. Internal conflict is a waste of time. Do you not realize yet how prepared the old man is this time? All the time that I lost while he was preparing his own network of support. He knew we would meet again and he is preparing. As would I were my followers willing to sublimate their own personal aggrandizement for the good of all. I want to win. I need to win. But I am questioning your motivation, Lucius. You are either with me for my reasons or you are not."
"My loyalty has never wavered. It is ludicrous for you to believe so. Who has been saying so? Snape?" Red faced and quivering with anger, Lucius stood and faced the dark lord.
"No, Lucius. Severus has said nothing against you. By your own actions have you marked yourself. Stop imagining attacks where there are none. You will cease pursuing your agenda against Severus. I know exactly what he is and the value of his utility to me. You on the other hand have only just begun to prove your value to me. Now, I have charged you with a critical assignment. If you cannot or are unwilling to carry it out then I will find someone else who can."
"I am more than willing, my lord. No one else will do this better."
Voldemort sat back down. "You will have your chance to prove so. The Lestranges will be freed within the summer. It will take that long for us to secure and assemble all that we need. You will need to device the method for which Mr. Black will be informed of his second chance. It must be discreet and not known to the old man. The plan will be known only to the two of us and no one else -not Wormtail and not Severus. Black will come. I know he will. He will not be able to resist."
"What of the Dementors?" Lucius asked.
"That matter will be attended to by another of Black's old friends Remus Lupin."
"He's Dumbledore's man. He even taught at Hogwarts."
"No matter. Every man has their point of vulnerability, Lucius. Find that point and you have the man." Voldemort said.
"He's a known werewolf, penniless and has no family. What point of vulnerability would he have?"
"He is the one thing that he cannot help being - a Gryffindor." Said Voldemort with some finality. "They can be so predictably brave and self- sacrificing. An appeal to his virtue will have more effect than a bribe to his vices."
"I cannot thing Dumbledore will just stand by and let all this happen." Lucius pointed out. "He has become overly docile in the council meetings of late. That makes me suspicious."
"And well it should. The old man is feeling confident." Voldemort concurred. "Good. That will make his ineffectiveness very plain and all that more personally painful. This game will be played to the end make no mistake of that, Lucius, no mistake."
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Focus of mind when applied can do great things. Focus when unapplied and left to its own devices can do nothing but harm. Voldemort pondered those thoughts as he studied his list over lunch. He knew his followers well. Lucius Malfoy had ability but no direction. Give him direction and he will achieve. Peter Pettigrew had much self-interest and little else. Appeal to his self-interest with helpings of flattery and he will finish his tasks. Severus Snape had changed little from when he first became a Death Eater - superb ability, unerring direction and focus but nothing to believe in that would harness all of his considerable capabilities. Make him believe and he is yours. If he was sure of any man, he was sure of Severus Snape.
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Author's Notes: The Slytherins were overdue their own chapter. Any comments on Sirius, Remus or Magnus (who I have to admit is growing on me like a weed) ? The plots are entwined like vines on a trellis clambering its way leaf over leaf to the top. A humorous take on IOS begins below. Enjoy!
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The stage was dark save for a single spotlight over the center where a tall mirror stood imposing and self-important. A small figure with unruly black hair entered from the right and propped himself before the mirror. Another spotlight came on to his left. It revealed another figure with shocking red hair looking quite dejected. Slowly the light increased and the stage was fully revealed.
Harry Potter looked into the Mirror of Erised for about the tenth time that day. "I might as well be called The Boy Who Waited." He said the words out loud less for effect and more out of sheer frustration. "She's had twenty chapters already. How long is she going to take before my grand entrance?"
"Who are you to complain, Harry? At least you know she's got some goodies for you coming up." Ron slouched leaning against a wall. "Me? I've got more of a chance of becoming Gryffindor seeker than getting a few lines to myself. Here I thought she was going to let me shine during the bludger to box strategy bits in chapter 15, but no! I got less than five sentences. Five sentences I counted and recounted."
"You could have asked for a rewrite, Ron." Harry experimented with various color for his robes. She still wouldn't tell him the circumstances of his entrance. Very inconvenient, he thought. He had to know soon otherwise his wardrobe might clash with the planned scenery.
"Fat lot that would do me. She hates rewrites." Ron ripped the wrapper of yet another chocolate frog tossing it to the growing pile next to him.
"Of course, she does. They give her such awful migraines." Said Hermione coming in from stage left and set about preening in front of the mirror. She practiced a few glares and serene all knowing looks in front of the mirror.
"Well, have you bonked the bat yet?" asked Harry.
"Of course not! " Hermione shot back. "We haven't even held hands or gaze soulfully into each other's eyes. Honestly, get your mind out of the gutter."
"You're losing it, girl. You're usually enjoying carnal delights at least three times a day by now." Ron observed.
"She just believes in letting things happen naturally. Anyway, Greenhouse Four is going to last me for a long while yet." Hermione conjured up a chair and sat back.
"Oh, who's in that scene? Is it very, what's the term, lemony?" Harry was such an incorrigible gossip.
"Top secret flashback. Sorry. Just finished rehearsing it. She's not quite happy with the pacing and my scene partner was being difficult. He kept bringing up actors equity dues. She was quite put out by it." Said Hermione brushing her hair.
A small moan made them turn offstage as a shadow crossed into the light just in front of the stage. Severus Snape came up the short stairs rubbing the small of his back. Hermione conjured a sofa into which he gratefully reclined. "Oh, that woman is a taskmaster! Captain Bligh has nothing on her."
"What now? More demon summoning? More deception?" asked Harry ever the gossip. "More Harry?"
"I wish it were that simple. She asked to see me privately. God help me, she had the LOOK!" Snape crossed his right arm over his eyes. The others recoiled then pressed forward eager to here more. "You all know what that means."
"No! She can't! I can't handle anymore!" said Hermione aggrieved and very discomfited. "After that last chapter my nerves are shot."
"Did she say anything about me?" asked Ron eagerly. "Maybe I can learn to read poetry for real and on my own. Something like Ode to a Bludger, perhaps." Ron was so taken with the idea that he asked for parchment and quill and began to compose his quatrains. "What rhymes with bludger? Dodger? Codger? Lodger? Lover, that's it."
"It's my entrance! She's been building up to it all this time. I just know it!" Harry crowed. "Does she have the location yet? Anywhere but Privet Drive, please."
"It means that some of us who have long toiled in obscurity will finally be rewarded." Professor McGonagall came in on the arm of Mr. Ollivander from stage right.
"What did she say?" asked Ron.
"That she's finally going to get lucky." Harry said snidely.
"Well, why didn't she just say so then." Ron replied.
"We've just had a long chat with her. She told us to prepare ourselves appropriately." Said Mr. Ollivander. "Oh, I'm not quite sure about my motivations, Minerva. And what did she mean by old-fashioned confrontation?"
"I suppose she was referring to a duel. Albus has been pestering her for more heroic bits for himself so she's thinking about it." Minerva informed him. "Yes, he really gets tired of the wise old man with a twinkle about him routine."
"Better him than me. A duel you say? I'll start polishing my wand immediately."
"Let me know if you need help. Shall we discuss our PAST over tea then?" The two departed stage right cooing like doves.
"Oh, fudge! Who'd be interested in those two old sticks?!" Ron groused.
"We veterans have some things that you youngsters do not possess with the exception of Ms. Granger who is mature beyond her years," Snape began.
"Really!? Do tell." Said Ron.
"Panache, dramatic gravity and indelible style." Snape finished.
"Enough about your billowing robes what about you?" said Harry who hadn't budged from his spot before the mirror and not so coincidentally center stage.
Snape had had enough. He stood up and left down the center aisle calling out after him. "No one has the least appreciation for subtlety, presence and characterization." He melded into the darkness like no one else before and no one ever will thereafter.
"Well, aren't you going after lover boy?" said Ron.
"That would be grossly out of character and out of plot. We're not in love yet. Don't you read the script?" said an exasperated Hermione.
"I only skim until I get to my parts," Ron answered. "Chapter 18 I was asleep. Chapter 19 I had what two lines. I didn't even do any funny faces."
"It's text not a movie. Your faces just don't translate well on paper." Hermione explained. "Find some way to be useful."
Seamus appeared stage right and strolled across the stage practicing his scales. "Do re mi fa so la ti do. La la la ti ti re.She's moved me from the EEE room to the EE room. Glorious progress!"
Before Ron could ask, Hermione informed him "Triple E stands for the Egregious, Extraneous and Expendable characters room. Double E stands for the Peripherally Essential but Possibly Expendable."
"Is there an E?" asked Harry. He really wasn't interested in anything or anyone who wasn't on center stage but he was the star and he had it in him to be magnanimous.
"That's the Truly Exceptional room for canon and non-canon characters." Hermione would have said more but she was distracted by William Douglas holding out a clipboard to her.
"Now, just sign here, please, Ms. Hermione." Douglass cajoled. "If enough characters sign up, she may move me from EEE to EE. I'm willing to become one of the good guys. I'm known for the quality of my repentant dialogue."
"You're out of luck there." Said Hermione.
"What do you mean? What do you know?" Douglas lost his cool demeanor resorting to abject groveling. "Am I being written out so soon? I could have done that dungeon scene better. I just got tongue-tied with Snape standing there. I mean who wouldn't?"
"I know nothing. Save your breath." Said Hermione. "I just meant that it was premature. Only she knows where this is going."
"You don't know? Come on, she has to give you hints?" asked Ron.
Behind them the stage light began to dim. Ron and Hermione looked up curious. A voice of long suffering calm filled the stage. "Ok, Ron, you've had more than 10 lines now. Do be quiet and let me get on with the story." With that said, the stage faded to black.
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Much thanks go to Werecat and Yvonne for sanity checks when needed as well as the necessary kick in the pants. Thanks to all who have reviewed and given much appreciated guidance.
Enjoy!
mavidian