Chapter 18 - Snape the Antagonised.
Hi again! Ah, chapter 18, been ages since I last updated, but I'm starting this all up again, so yeah, here I am! Seen PoA, which kicked serious ass. Makes me want to put a bit more magic into the story. Damn me and my lack of magic!
In the safely of her office, Professor McGonagall sighed again and motioning for them to sit down looked out of the window of her office over the grounds. Then, as if unsure how to start she coughed and said, "So, you're related to...........Professor Snape."
"Sort of." Said Michael. The look on Hermionie's face of betray caused Michael to stammer, "n-not really. I don't really know Professor Snape, he just looks like..........er..........."
"I think I know what you mean." She said, resting her knuckles on the windowsill. "Dumbledore has told me all the details, so if you have any questions, please ask them now. "
There was a brief moment of silence while Michael coughed again, looking down at the floor. Hermione suddenly became very interested in the wall. The silence was deafening. Professor McGonagall sought to have it leave her office as soon as possible so it could be replaced with the usual silence her room offered. It was a good minute before Michael asked, "Will anyone know who I am?"
"Not unless you plan to tell anyone" replied Professor McGonagall, "But for the moment your surname will be Lloyd."
"Thank you Professor. "he smiled briefly. Then there was a pause before he asked, "Professor Mc Gonagall, I'm taking Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Defence against darks arts, do you think you could give me a time table for these subjects?"
"Oh, I'm taking them as well." Interrupted Hermione, "I could show you where they are."
"Okay, I was just checking the time table." Interrupted Michael.
"As I was saying," Barged in Professor McGonagall, feeling a bit put out by the short banter of the two adolescences, "I have told the two prefects for your year to escort you around school until your presence is ignored."
"Okay." Said Michael, a little suspiciously, but fell silent.
"Professor, "asked Hermione, "Why IS Professor Snape's son here?"
"I am NOT that miserable old..........man's son!" interjected Michael.
"Hermione, I cannot tell you just now, under Dumbledore's orders, but if Michael is so inclined, he may try to explain." Replied Professor McGonagall, casting a blaming look at Michael. He kept quiet, looking at his knees. The uncomfortable silent filled the room until a short sharp knock at the door woke everyone up.
"Come in" Orders Professor McGonagall, obviously pleased to find an excuse to break the silence.
Ron stumbled into the room, prefect badge unpolished for the second week in a row, his red hair combed hurriedly as he reached the room, the winding tracks still obvious in the hair and an odd grin on his face. "Erm............." Ron said nothing, but he looked Michael in the face.
Michael was almost seething with badly disguised fury. His pallid face turned an interesting beetroot red, his teeth gritted as one might grit their teeth upon facing an enemy who you must be polite to and hissed" YOU!"
Ron was taken aback. Straightening up from his customary slump he looked at Hermione and Professor McGonagall before saying, "Excuse me, have I missed something here?"
"No, "replied Michael in a voice so silently menacing that it sent a shiver down Ron's spin, "I don't think you've ever missed a trick in your life."
"This is Michael, Michael............."
"...........Lloyd, "finished Hermione, who had a greater grasp that the professor of her friend's attitudes towards Snapes, "He just came to this school, in Gryffindor, us prefects, we show him around, but right now I think he might like to join us for breakfast, so it would be a good idea to leave right now and go the great hall." She said, practically shoving Ron out of the doorway.
"Any explanations on the agenda?" he asked in his vain attempt to resist Hermione.
"No, "she replied curtly as she pushed him out into the corridor, followed by a sultry looking Snape. They closed the door behind themselves very quickly before Ron spluttered, "Who the hell are you!?"
"Michael Sn – Lloyd, "snapped Michael quickly, "So, who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasly, Michael SnLloyd, and I'm a prefect."
"I guessed as much," sneered Michael, using a tight-lipped smile reminiscent of a certain potions master.
"What the hell happened to your face?" asked Ron bluntly.
"I got in a fight, you'd know all about fights, wouldn't you?" retorted Michael, "Anyway, I need to go down to the infirmary this morning, so I'll see you later."
Michael was about to walk away when Ron grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "Look, there's something weird going on, and I don't know what it is, but you don't know where the infirmary is!"
"Look, why don't you take him?" asked Hermione.
"And miss breakfast why don't I?" added Ron.
"Oh yes, your precious breakfast, "growled Michael.
"Keep out of this!" Snarled Ron.
"No, why don't I continue?" Michael answered back.
"I'd give you a detention if I knew who the hell you were!"
"I know you better than you know yourself."
"Don't tell me, you're a divinations freak."
"Better than just being a red haired................"
"Guys?" asked a voice. Everyone turned around. Harry, who had been waiting outside the office since he had summoned Ron to go there, was sitting on a handy bench. Everyone suddenly turned quiet. Michael and Ron swapped evils, but that evil was nothing next to the face Michael pulled at the sight of the boy who lived. It was somewhere between disgust and fury, but it was not a look that anyone would like to be on the receiving end of if they could help it, even though the look couldn't do anything to them.
"Oh, look, Mr 'I'm famous' Potter." Slurred Michael, "what do you want from me now?"
"I was just saying that I'd take you down to the infirmary." Said Harry Coldly.
"No, I'll go myself, I know my way around." Michael hissed before running off.
There was a moment's silence before Harry said, "What the hell was that all about?"
"What is that guy's problem with me?" exclaimed Ron.
"Why is he here?" asked Hermione ponderously.
"Hermione, that's not important, I mean, what is his problem with me?" reproached Ron.
"Well, think about it, yes, even you Ron, he has bruises on his face, he looks like Snape's son, but he isn't............sort of. The only conclusion I can come up with is..........."
"Wait, wait, wait.............." interrupted Ron, "What did you say about him being Snape's son............."
"Didn't Hermione say mate?" asked Harry, "He's Snape's son."
"WHAT!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, "Snape's...............son?"
"Err, yeah, sort of............" said Hermione sheepishly.
Ron dropped to the floor, and making a cross from his fingers, held them up to where Michael had run off.
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic, "scolded Hermione.
"Begone, foul creature, from the dark pits from whence you came!" Ron said in a loud booming voice, "I need a young priest and an old priest." Then Ron burst out laughing. "Oh, and a hairdresser wouldn't go a miss!" he giggled hysterically.
Harry burst out into a fit of laughter. The two boys laughed cruelly while Harry helped Ron up. Hermione looked on disapprovingly.
"Lighten up Herm, "said Ron, "you looked just like Snape just there."
"Ron, do you want to hear my conclusion or not?" said Hermione haughtily.
"Sure, yeah, fine." Chocked Ron, still in a fit of laughter.
"He isn't from around here.........."
"Look, its point out the obvious girl!" shouted Harry, before they both start to laugh again.
"I give up" Snapped Hermione, before he stormed off, "If you want me before lessons, I'll be in the library!"
She didn't get an answer. When Hermione has disappeared from sight Harry turned to Ron and said, "Breakfast sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." Answered Ron, before going to the great hall.
Snape entered the hall, and contrary to his usual tradition of walking as far away from the pupil tables as possible, he found himself scouting the Gryffindor table. He admonished himself on the inside, but he wanted to make sure the boy was all right. Well, what he meant was that he had made it to the great hall.
Much to his surprise he found that he wasn't there. Snape walked along the Gryffindor table, glaring at every single face, which shrunk back in fear, but still to no avail. He was surprised himself not to find the boy there, he seemed..........well, he didn't really seem anything. It was like the boy was a ghost everyone could see and understand, but he couldn't. No, that wasn't right..............Snape glared at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley who were laughing about something. The mere sound of their voices was like nails on a chalkboard for him, so if he could do anything to stop them, he would.
It was then it hit him. Someone was missing. It was that smart aleck Granger. Snape thought no more it, and took his usual place at the table. He sat hunched over a goblet of pumpkin juice, trying not to let anyone see his face, or indeed, notice him in any way. He, for the last time, looked over the Gryffindor table, straining to see that boy. But even now, as he looked, he couldn't.
Snape was interrupted as a calm and introverted voice said, "What're looking for?"
Snape almost jumped, but managed to look somewhat collected. "I..........don't know what you mean."
"That means you are looking for someone." Replied MacDuff, extremely irritatingly.
Snape wondered what might be the politest way to tell MacDuff to leave him alone and stick his curious nose into a meat grinder. Snape couldn't think of one, so he merely replied, "A professor, even one at Hogwarts, can observe their students at a distance. I am looking for nothing, but you obviously are." Snape managed to stop himself from finishing his sentence – you're obviously looking for trouble.
"My apologises Professor Snape, I was obviously mistaken. You looked somewhat friendly this morning; I didn't account for the fact you wouldn't be."
Snape threw MacDuff the most condescending grin he could and sneered, "It's a mistake not often made."
As MacDuff turned away, Snape stared down into his glass, waited for a house-elf to serve him his usual breakfast of Museli and suddenly thought, if That Boy's not here, where is he?
1/ Okay, so the Michael Sn-Lloyd joke was awful. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
2/ Ah, the pettiness of Ron and Michael's argument. It reminds me of all the good times. Seriously, I thought it was quiet good. It's just randomly petty.
3/ Ah-ha, misunderstanding, the basis of just about every Greek Tragedy. As you can guess, Harry thinks Michael is refereeing to his scar, Michael thinks he's referring to Harry Potter's seeker father, Harry gets serious pissed off over people giving him hastle over his scar, Michael gets pissed off at the rich-boy. Yes, it's simple, doesn't need explaining and somewhat predictable, but it should be interesting.
4/ The "I need a young priest and an old priest" is a line from the Exorcist, and Autin Power's two. It was also a line I was obsessed with at the time of writing. I had to get it in somewhere. I also think that the line is just too cool.
5/ Ah, antagonism, the best way to end, start and middle a chapter. Can't wait until next time – please leave a review, I'd be grateful!
Love Xandra the blue
GloomRaven.
Hi again! Ah, chapter 18, been ages since I last updated, but I'm starting this all up again, so yeah, here I am! Seen PoA, which kicked serious ass. Makes me want to put a bit more magic into the story. Damn me and my lack of magic!
In the safely of her office, Professor McGonagall sighed again and motioning for them to sit down looked out of the window of her office over the grounds. Then, as if unsure how to start she coughed and said, "So, you're related to...........Professor Snape."
"Sort of." Said Michael. The look on Hermionie's face of betray caused Michael to stammer, "n-not really. I don't really know Professor Snape, he just looks like..........er..........."
"I think I know what you mean." She said, resting her knuckles on the windowsill. "Dumbledore has told me all the details, so if you have any questions, please ask them now. "
There was a brief moment of silence while Michael coughed again, looking down at the floor. Hermione suddenly became very interested in the wall. The silence was deafening. Professor McGonagall sought to have it leave her office as soon as possible so it could be replaced with the usual silence her room offered. It was a good minute before Michael asked, "Will anyone know who I am?"
"Not unless you plan to tell anyone" replied Professor McGonagall, "But for the moment your surname will be Lloyd."
"Thank you Professor. "he smiled briefly. Then there was a pause before he asked, "Professor Mc Gonagall, I'm taking Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Defence against darks arts, do you think you could give me a time table for these subjects?"
"Oh, I'm taking them as well." Interrupted Hermione, "I could show you where they are."
"Okay, I was just checking the time table." Interrupted Michael.
"As I was saying," Barged in Professor McGonagall, feeling a bit put out by the short banter of the two adolescences, "I have told the two prefects for your year to escort you around school until your presence is ignored."
"Okay." Said Michael, a little suspiciously, but fell silent.
"Professor, "asked Hermione, "Why IS Professor Snape's son here?"
"I am NOT that miserable old..........man's son!" interjected Michael.
"Hermione, I cannot tell you just now, under Dumbledore's orders, but if Michael is so inclined, he may try to explain." Replied Professor McGonagall, casting a blaming look at Michael. He kept quiet, looking at his knees. The uncomfortable silent filled the room until a short sharp knock at the door woke everyone up.
"Come in" Orders Professor McGonagall, obviously pleased to find an excuse to break the silence.
Ron stumbled into the room, prefect badge unpolished for the second week in a row, his red hair combed hurriedly as he reached the room, the winding tracks still obvious in the hair and an odd grin on his face. "Erm............." Ron said nothing, but he looked Michael in the face.
Michael was almost seething with badly disguised fury. His pallid face turned an interesting beetroot red, his teeth gritted as one might grit their teeth upon facing an enemy who you must be polite to and hissed" YOU!"
Ron was taken aback. Straightening up from his customary slump he looked at Hermione and Professor McGonagall before saying, "Excuse me, have I missed something here?"
"No, "replied Michael in a voice so silently menacing that it sent a shiver down Ron's spin, "I don't think you've ever missed a trick in your life."
"This is Michael, Michael............."
"...........Lloyd, "finished Hermione, who had a greater grasp that the professor of her friend's attitudes towards Snapes, "He just came to this school, in Gryffindor, us prefects, we show him around, but right now I think he might like to join us for breakfast, so it would be a good idea to leave right now and go the great hall." She said, practically shoving Ron out of the doorway.
"Any explanations on the agenda?" he asked in his vain attempt to resist Hermione.
"No, "she replied curtly as she pushed him out into the corridor, followed by a sultry looking Snape. They closed the door behind themselves very quickly before Ron spluttered, "Who the hell are you!?"
"Michael Sn – Lloyd, "snapped Michael quickly, "So, who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasly, Michael SnLloyd, and I'm a prefect."
"I guessed as much," sneered Michael, using a tight-lipped smile reminiscent of a certain potions master.
"What the hell happened to your face?" asked Ron bluntly.
"I got in a fight, you'd know all about fights, wouldn't you?" retorted Michael, "Anyway, I need to go down to the infirmary this morning, so I'll see you later."
Michael was about to walk away when Ron grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "Look, there's something weird going on, and I don't know what it is, but you don't know where the infirmary is!"
"Look, why don't you take him?" asked Hermione.
"And miss breakfast why don't I?" added Ron.
"Oh yes, your precious breakfast, "growled Michael.
"Keep out of this!" Snarled Ron.
"No, why don't I continue?" Michael answered back.
"I'd give you a detention if I knew who the hell you were!"
"I know you better than you know yourself."
"Don't tell me, you're a divinations freak."
"Better than just being a red haired................"
"Guys?" asked a voice. Everyone turned around. Harry, who had been waiting outside the office since he had summoned Ron to go there, was sitting on a handy bench. Everyone suddenly turned quiet. Michael and Ron swapped evils, but that evil was nothing next to the face Michael pulled at the sight of the boy who lived. It was somewhere between disgust and fury, but it was not a look that anyone would like to be on the receiving end of if they could help it, even though the look couldn't do anything to them.
"Oh, look, Mr 'I'm famous' Potter." Slurred Michael, "what do you want from me now?"
"I was just saying that I'd take you down to the infirmary." Said Harry Coldly.
"No, I'll go myself, I know my way around." Michael hissed before running off.
There was a moment's silence before Harry said, "What the hell was that all about?"
"What is that guy's problem with me?" exclaimed Ron.
"Why is he here?" asked Hermione ponderously.
"Hermione, that's not important, I mean, what is his problem with me?" reproached Ron.
"Well, think about it, yes, even you Ron, he has bruises on his face, he looks like Snape's son, but he isn't............sort of. The only conclusion I can come up with is..........."
"Wait, wait, wait.............." interrupted Ron, "What did you say about him being Snape's son............."
"Didn't Hermione say mate?" asked Harry, "He's Snape's son."
"WHAT!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, "Snape's...............son?"
"Err, yeah, sort of............" said Hermione sheepishly.
Ron dropped to the floor, and making a cross from his fingers, held them up to where Michael had run off.
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic, "scolded Hermione.
"Begone, foul creature, from the dark pits from whence you came!" Ron said in a loud booming voice, "I need a young priest and an old priest." Then Ron burst out laughing. "Oh, and a hairdresser wouldn't go a miss!" he giggled hysterically.
Harry burst out into a fit of laughter. The two boys laughed cruelly while Harry helped Ron up. Hermione looked on disapprovingly.
"Lighten up Herm, "said Ron, "you looked just like Snape just there."
"Ron, do you want to hear my conclusion or not?" said Hermione haughtily.
"Sure, yeah, fine." Chocked Ron, still in a fit of laughter.
"He isn't from around here.........."
"Look, its point out the obvious girl!" shouted Harry, before they both start to laugh again.
"I give up" Snapped Hermione, before he stormed off, "If you want me before lessons, I'll be in the library!"
She didn't get an answer. When Hermione has disappeared from sight Harry turned to Ron and said, "Breakfast sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." Answered Ron, before going to the great hall.
Snape entered the hall, and contrary to his usual tradition of walking as far away from the pupil tables as possible, he found himself scouting the Gryffindor table. He admonished himself on the inside, but he wanted to make sure the boy was all right. Well, what he meant was that he had made it to the great hall.
Much to his surprise he found that he wasn't there. Snape walked along the Gryffindor table, glaring at every single face, which shrunk back in fear, but still to no avail. He was surprised himself not to find the boy there, he seemed..........well, he didn't really seem anything. It was like the boy was a ghost everyone could see and understand, but he couldn't. No, that wasn't right..............Snape glared at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley who were laughing about something. The mere sound of their voices was like nails on a chalkboard for him, so if he could do anything to stop them, he would.
It was then it hit him. Someone was missing. It was that smart aleck Granger. Snape thought no more it, and took his usual place at the table. He sat hunched over a goblet of pumpkin juice, trying not to let anyone see his face, or indeed, notice him in any way. He, for the last time, looked over the Gryffindor table, straining to see that boy. But even now, as he looked, he couldn't.
Snape was interrupted as a calm and introverted voice said, "What're looking for?"
Snape almost jumped, but managed to look somewhat collected. "I..........don't know what you mean."
"That means you are looking for someone." Replied MacDuff, extremely irritatingly.
Snape wondered what might be the politest way to tell MacDuff to leave him alone and stick his curious nose into a meat grinder. Snape couldn't think of one, so he merely replied, "A professor, even one at Hogwarts, can observe their students at a distance. I am looking for nothing, but you obviously are." Snape managed to stop himself from finishing his sentence – you're obviously looking for trouble.
"My apologises Professor Snape, I was obviously mistaken. You looked somewhat friendly this morning; I didn't account for the fact you wouldn't be."
Snape threw MacDuff the most condescending grin he could and sneered, "It's a mistake not often made."
As MacDuff turned away, Snape stared down into his glass, waited for a house-elf to serve him his usual breakfast of Museli and suddenly thought, if That Boy's not here, where is he?
1/ Okay, so the Michael Sn-Lloyd joke was awful. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
2/ Ah, the pettiness of Ron and Michael's argument. It reminds me of all the good times. Seriously, I thought it was quiet good. It's just randomly petty.
3/ Ah-ha, misunderstanding, the basis of just about every Greek Tragedy. As you can guess, Harry thinks Michael is refereeing to his scar, Michael thinks he's referring to Harry Potter's seeker father, Harry gets serious pissed off over people giving him hastle over his scar, Michael gets pissed off at the rich-boy. Yes, it's simple, doesn't need explaining and somewhat predictable, but it should be interesting.
4/ The "I need a young priest and an old priest" is a line from the Exorcist, and Autin Power's two. It was also a line I was obsessed with at the time of writing. I had to get it in somewhere. I also think that the line is just too cool.
5/ Ah, antagonism, the best way to end, start and middle a chapter. Can't wait until next time – please leave a review, I'd be grateful!
Love Xandra the blue
GloomRaven.