Chapter 30
Flying Pieces of Parchment
AN:
Okay... oops...
this chapter is about thirty words shorter, but i've been busy.
I don't own HP and ect.
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Severus Snape, head of the Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, spy for the Order of the Phoenix, and quite possibly the most perceptive man in the whole damned castle next to Albus Dumbledore himself, was stunned by what he had just witnessed, a feat not easily done considering the things he had seen and done in the past.
Snape shook himself out of his shocked state and stalked to his office, once again using the seldom used secret passage, and threw some powder into the fire saying "Lupin" much like he had done a few years before during a confrontation with Potter.
"You have a habit of doing this don't you?" Lupin asked mildly coming out of the fire and dusting off his robes.
"Do you have that bloody map of Hogwarts? Potter left my classroom in emotional distress after a couple of bad memories," Snape sneered, unable to break habits.
"Accio Marauder's Map!" Remus said pulling out his wand. "Why didn't you just stop him from leaving in the first place Severus? That's what you'd normally have done."
"I trust you will be able to find Potter by yourself? I need to speak to the Headmaster," Snape said stalking out of the room avoiding answering Lupin's question. He stalked down the hallway as menacingly as possible but had to duck out of the way of a flying piece of parchment causing his robes to stop billowing behind him for a moment.
He made his way up to the headmaster's office without taking any points off of Gryffindor, even though he had past a group of second year Gryffindors in one of the corridors.
"Cocoa Puffs," Snape sneered at the stupid gargoyle that jumped away from the stairway to the headmaster's office. Snape talked into the Headmaster's office without knocking, "Headmaster, I need to speak to you… now."
Dumbledore looked up from the letter he was scripting and said, "Indeed? May I ask what about my boy?"
"How did you decide that Potter's relatives were fit to take him in?" Snape demanded.
Dumbledore stared intently at his Potions Master before deciding to grace his question with an answer," The Dursleys seemed like suitable guardians when I put Harry into their care fifteen years ago. They were financially well off and gave their son great amounts of affection, they were spoiling him horribly to be perfectly honest, and neither of them had showed any signs of abusive behavior towards their child. However Mr. Vernon Dursley did yell at his inferiors at his place of work often. There was also the benefit of the close blood connection between Petunia and Harry, which allows me to put up Blood-Protection wards around the Dursley's home as long as Harry's permanent residence is with the Dursleys."
"So, you made them his guardians for the boy's protection?" Snape sneered openly at the Headmaster.
"Yes," the headmaster peered at the former Deatheater. "Although Lord Voldemort was neutralized for the time being, there were several Deatheaters who would have loved to kill their master's downfall. You should know this Severus. Is there are reason you are bringing it up now?"
"No, I just felt like chatting," Snape said sarcastically. "Of course there is a reason. You put The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived in the care of his relatives for his own protection. You put Potter in their care basing their acceptability as guardians with other Muggles and didn't take into consideration their prejudice against the Wizarding world as a whole. Did you not remember how much Lily complained that her sister was completely against her being a witch? Damn it Albus, if we were living in the fourteenth century they would have tied Potter to the stake the moment they laid their eyes on him, never mind that he was only a year old at the time, and then they would have had their own year old son throw the torch onto the wood stacked around the stake!
"They forced him to live in a cupboard for ten years and physically abused him, and we both know that I do not use that term lightly, nor do I misunderstand the definition. How did you not know that was happening to the most famous wizard besides yourself and the Dark Lord?" Snape demanded of the old man.
"Are you certain Severus?" Dumbledore asked wearily.
"I'll summit the proper memories…" Snape started but was interrupted by a certain werewolf flinging open the door.
"Harry's not in Hogwarts," Remus gasped out.
"What?" both Dumbledore and Snape demanded sharply.
"He is not in Hogwarts. I've checked the map," the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor waved some parchment for emphasis. "He is not within school property."
"Damn Merlin to all the bloody levels of hell however many there may be," Snape muttered under his breath. "I didn't think he was that bloody upset."
"What the hell did you do to him?" Remus demanded rounding up to give the man a good punch in the nose.
"Stop acting like that impulsive dead bloodhound," Snape snapped. "I found some disturbing memories in his mind when tutoring him in Occlumency and it caused him mental anguish."
"Stop it now, both of you," the headmaster said standing up and taking charge. "Severus, please tell Hagrid to patrol the western part of the Forbidden Forest and you will patrol the eastern part. Remus, I would like you to check all of the places that may or may not be shown on the map, including the room of requirement, as I'm quite certain that its enchantments may allow it to be unplotable at times as well."
"And what will you do Headmaster?" Snape sneered. "Sit on your bum while we do the work?"
Remus looked at the Potion's master in slight shock, he usually showed respect to the old man.
"No, I will go down to the kitchens," Dumbledore replied walking out from behind his desk.
"The kitchens? What you think now is a good time for cake? Potter could be trying to kill himself again… oh wait… you don't believe that either," Snape said stalking out of the room in disgust.
Remus followed him out of the room, more anxious to find Harry than to ask the Headmaster why Snape was so disgruntled.
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Flying Pieces of Parchment
AN:
Okay... oops...
this chapter is about thirty words shorter, but i've been busy.
I don't own HP and ect.
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Severus Snape, head of the Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, spy for the Order of the Phoenix, and quite possibly the most perceptive man in the whole damned castle next to Albus Dumbledore himself, was stunned by what he had just witnessed, a feat not easily done considering the things he had seen and done in the past.
Snape shook himself out of his shocked state and stalked to his office, once again using the seldom used secret passage, and threw some powder into the fire saying "Lupin" much like he had done a few years before during a confrontation with Potter.
"You have a habit of doing this don't you?" Lupin asked mildly coming out of the fire and dusting off his robes.
"Do you have that bloody map of Hogwarts? Potter left my classroom in emotional distress after a couple of bad memories," Snape sneered, unable to break habits.
"Accio Marauder's Map!" Remus said pulling out his wand. "Why didn't you just stop him from leaving in the first place Severus? That's what you'd normally have done."
"I trust you will be able to find Potter by yourself? I need to speak to the Headmaster," Snape said stalking out of the room avoiding answering Lupin's question. He stalked down the hallway as menacingly as possible but had to duck out of the way of a flying piece of parchment causing his robes to stop billowing behind him for a moment.
He made his way up to the headmaster's office without taking any points off of Gryffindor, even though he had past a group of second year Gryffindors in one of the corridors.
"Cocoa Puffs," Snape sneered at the stupid gargoyle that jumped away from the stairway to the headmaster's office. Snape talked into the Headmaster's office without knocking, "Headmaster, I need to speak to you… now."
Dumbledore looked up from the letter he was scripting and said, "Indeed? May I ask what about my boy?"
"How did you decide that Potter's relatives were fit to take him in?" Snape demanded.
Dumbledore stared intently at his Potions Master before deciding to grace his question with an answer," The Dursleys seemed like suitable guardians when I put Harry into their care fifteen years ago. They were financially well off and gave their son great amounts of affection, they were spoiling him horribly to be perfectly honest, and neither of them had showed any signs of abusive behavior towards their child. However Mr. Vernon Dursley did yell at his inferiors at his place of work often. There was also the benefit of the close blood connection between Petunia and Harry, which allows me to put up Blood-Protection wards around the Dursley's home as long as Harry's permanent residence is with the Dursleys."
"So, you made them his guardians for the boy's protection?" Snape sneered openly at the Headmaster.
"Yes," the headmaster peered at the former Deatheater. "Although Lord Voldemort was neutralized for the time being, there were several Deatheaters who would have loved to kill their master's downfall. You should know this Severus. Is there are reason you are bringing it up now?"
"No, I just felt like chatting," Snape said sarcastically. "Of course there is a reason. You put The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived in the care of his relatives for his own protection. You put Potter in their care basing their acceptability as guardians with other Muggles and didn't take into consideration their prejudice against the Wizarding world as a whole. Did you not remember how much Lily complained that her sister was completely against her being a witch? Damn it Albus, if we were living in the fourteenth century they would have tied Potter to the stake the moment they laid their eyes on him, never mind that he was only a year old at the time, and then they would have had their own year old son throw the torch onto the wood stacked around the stake!
"They forced him to live in a cupboard for ten years and physically abused him, and we both know that I do not use that term lightly, nor do I misunderstand the definition. How did you not know that was happening to the most famous wizard besides yourself and the Dark Lord?" Snape demanded of the old man.
"Are you certain Severus?" Dumbledore asked wearily.
"I'll summit the proper memories…" Snape started but was interrupted by a certain werewolf flinging open the door.
"Harry's not in Hogwarts," Remus gasped out.
"What?" both Dumbledore and Snape demanded sharply.
"He is not in Hogwarts. I've checked the map," the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor waved some parchment for emphasis. "He is not within school property."
"Damn Merlin to all the bloody levels of hell however many there may be," Snape muttered under his breath. "I didn't think he was that bloody upset."
"What the hell did you do to him?" Remus demanded rounding up to give the man a good punch in the nose.
"Stop acting like that impulsive dead bloodhound," Snape snapped. "I found some disturbing memories in his mind when tutoring him in Occlumency and it caused him mental anguish."
"Stop it now, both of you," the headmaster said standing up and taking charge. "Severus, please tell Hagrid to patrol the western part of the Forbidden Forest and you will patrol the eastern part. Remus, I would like you to check all of the places that may or may not be shown on the map, including the room of requirement, as I'm quite certain that its enchantments may allow it to be unplotable at times as well."
"And what will you do Headmaster?" Snape sneered. "Sit on your bum while we do the work?"
Remus looked at the Potion's master in slight shock, he usually showed respect to the old man.
"No, I will go down to the kitchens," Dumbledore replied walking out from behind his desk.
"The kitchens? What you think now is a good time for cake? Potter could be trying to kill himself again… oh wait… you don't believe that either," Snape said stalking out of the room in disgust.
Remus followed him out of the room, more anxious to find Harry than to ask the Headmaster why Snape was so disgruntled.
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AN:
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