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Actual Happenings

Diary Writing

Well this is what happens when you think things can't get any worse – they do. Only in my case, at the moment at least, it's not worse so much as weird. Now, I used to think it couldn't get anymore odd then confessing that you were being forced to become a death eater and being offered a lemon drop. But now, now I know I was very, very, wrong.

A few weeks after I talked with the Headmaster I received a letter during breakfast. It was from him telling me to meet him in his office after classes that day. I looked up at him and his eyes were doing that annoying twinkle thingy. I raised an eyebrow at him but he just smiled and turned to talk with Mcgonagall. Annoying bugger he is, they make a nice pair.

Anyhow, after classes I inconspicuously made my way to his office where the gargoyle jumped away and let me in. I eyed it suspiciously then climbed the stairs. Luckily enough it didn't seem to take half as long as the previous trek of them. At this thought I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to be making a habit of doing this. I hoped not, but if I had too… Well, we all do what we must.

Once I reached the door I knocked appropriately and waited for the Headmasters permission to enter. After this was granted I turned the wooden doorknob and entered the room. I barely caught myself before I turned pale as a sheet and let out a shriek. Snape was sitting in one of the chairs opposite Professor Dumbledore's desk. I, somehow, was able to stop from doing this and turned to the Headmaster instead.

"You asked me to come?" I prompted him wondering why in the nine hells he would invite me up here to talk at the same time as Snape. You know Snape, potions master, bat of the dungeons, oh, yeah, and not to mention suspected death eater! My surprise must have shown through my voice for the Headmaster responded accordingly.

"Take a seat Miss. Parkinson," he said his eyes twinkling again, "we have many things to discuss." He was obviously enjoying my discomfort and this made me want to rip those damn twinkling eyes out of his damn twinkling head. Why the nerve of…

"Miss. Parkinson I do believe the Headmaster said something to you," Snape snapped at me. That was when I realized I was still standing in the doorway. I fought a blush down, nodded brusquely, and took a seat on the edge of the chair, completely tense.

"So, now Miss Parkinson, I have come to a conclusion on what to do with your situation," Professor Dumbledore started. I stopped him.

"Professor, with all due respect, is this really the time to discuss this," I say a tad more harshly then I meant to. Okay, I'm not fooling anyway I was in total bitch mode.

"Be respectful of your elders," Snape snapped at me. It looked like it was taking his all not to hit me up the head. Then a new noise filled the room.

Laughter.

I looked up and saw that Professor Dumbledore was laughing! True horror shone in my eyes. Why was he laughing at a time like this?

He then calmed himself enough to say, "Dear me, my age really truly is showing now isn't it?" he asked then paused as if waiting for a reply. Well, I really wasn't in the proper state to offer a reply, as I was too busy doing my best goldfish impression.

"Shut your mouth Miss. Parkinson, you'll catch flies," Snape's sharp voice cut through the air breaking into my thoughts again. I immediately shut my mouth with an audible sound and turned back to the Headmaster as he started to speak again.

"Miss. Parkinson you've nothing to fear," he began, "Professor Snape here was a death eater, but now he is spying for our side." Snape looked quite uncomfortable with this information being divulged so readily but said nothing. And I couldn't even enjoy his uneasiness because I was too busy working myself into a state of shock.

"Now this brings me to my point," The Headmaster said with a smile, "Miss. Parkinson you will be joining Voldemorts ranks over Christmas break."

Well if I wasn't in a state of shock already…

"You see, we both feel, that is Professor Snape and I, that he will eventually be found out. When this time comes we will still need a way to get information about Voldemort. That is where you come in. You will join, and be a spy. Now, this is very dangerous work, are you willing to do so?" the Headmaster asked me.

Well, hmm, let me see, do I have a choice? I almost snorted when he stated this as a question instead of a warning. It was obvious I had to do this. But instead of snort at him I nodded acceptingly. This got an extravagant response.

Professor Dumbledore smiled widely and exclaimed, "Great! Well, I'll just schedule a time for the two of you to get together and work this out. You'll have to learn proper techniques and such. Hmmm, how about a week from now after classes? Yes? Wonderful you'll both meet here then and I'll leave you to it. Well, good evening to you both."

With that Professor Dumbledore got up opened a door and left, leaving Snape and me sitting there. I heard Snape sigh then say, "You heard him. I assume I will meet you here after lessons. Don't keep me waiting." Then he got up and swept out of the room doing the weird billowy thing with his robes. It looked kind of stupid up close actually, but I bit my tongue. This fact is rather obvious seeing as I am still alive.

After he left I got up and went back to the common room and then to bed in a stupor. No one noticed me of course, they never do.

A/n: Well there's another chapter. And look, it's on time too. Thank you to: grindylow07 (our favorite Gryffindors will be making an appearance eventually.), slyswn28, Mooncheese (glad you stuck with me. I also loved writing the Howler. So sad, so Voldie), and Icy-Queen.