A/N-Thanks for the reviews! Sorry for the long wait for this chapter! Please R & R!
Chapter 9- A Dark Lord's Wrath
Just as she had suspected, there were no problems with her second and third years. They understood Le-Annette's lesson perfectly and left the class content with the idea that they could finally get some sleep. The vampire laughed to herself as one boy yawned so widely that he collided with the door frame on his way out.
She shook her head. However, the sudden flapping of wings called her attention. She looked up to see a tawny owl, baring a letter addressed simply to "Le-Annette." She took the letter, fed the owl a treat, and it departed. She broke the seal on the letter and read, "My quarters. ASAP. Love, Severus."
Le-Annette smiled. Poetic, he wasn't. But it was sweet all the same. She left the letter on her desk and headed down to the potions master's quarters. When she arrived, she found the wall already slid open and the door behind it open and waiting. She entered.
He was sitting in front of the fire. When she announced her presence with a simple cough, he stood and offered her a seat.
"We have much to talk about," he said, retaking his seat.
"Yes, we do."
"The headmaster and myself have not heard anything recently of the Dark Lord," Severus said.
Le-Annette arched her eyebrow at this. She was expecting anything but this as a conversation starter.
"We think that we ought to contact him through you. Make you our spy now. We need some information regarding any new plans involving Potter," he continued.
Le-Annette nodded. "Of course. Now, is there anything else?"
Severus shook his head. "No. Not that I can think of," he said.
"Nothing?" Le-Annette said softly.
Severus stood and turned his back to her. "Nothing." he affirmed.
"You're not going to say anything about last night?" she asked.
"What is there to say?"
Le-Annette threw herself to her feet. "What do you mean? Severus, there is much to say!"
"Like?"
The utter calmness that he was exerting was killing her. How could he be so cold?
"Like what comes next. Do we pursue this relationship? Should we be worried of the thoughts of others? There is much to say!!" Le-Annette was now yelling.
Severus turned to face her. He looked as though he were caught between sorrow and anger. "We haven't the time for this!! Dumbledore is worried that--"
But he was cut off by the sound of voices coming from the hall outside his door. They were yelling, and they were yelling for the same person.
"Le-Annette!"
"Le-Annette!!"
"Aunt Le-Annette, where are you?!"
It was Harry, Ron, and Draco, and they sounded panicked. With a fleeting look to Severus and a nod, Le-Annette and he were out the door. Harry, Ron, and Draco were at the other end of the hall, with their backs to the two professors.
"Harry, Ron, Draco, I'm here!" Le-Annette called to them. The three boys turned and ran quickly to her. They all began speaking at the same time so fast that neither Severus nor Le-Annette could understand what they were saying.
"Calm down!" Severus commanded. "Now, speak slowly. Draco, you first."
There were tears in the young man's eyes as he started to speak. "They took her, sir. They've got Hermione!!"
"Who?" Le-Annette asked, though she already knew the answer.
"The Death Eaters," Ron said, equally as sad. Harry, however, seemed to be boiling with rage.
"We have to get her back!" he yelled.
"It is as we feared," Severus said.
Le-Annette turned to him. "What was it that Dumbledore feared?"
"That the Dark Lord would take someone close to Harry and to you. We should go to him immediately," Severus replied.
Le-Annette nodded. "Boys, you come with us. When we get to the headmaster's office, I want you to recount exactly what happened when they took Hermione."
End Notes: Sorry this is so short and sorry again for the long wait. I lost inspiration for this for a moment, because I lost sight of where I wanted to take this fic. I've found my path again, as it were, but it needs some major metaphoric paving. But the important thing is that I've found it. Okay, please R & R! Thanks!!
