Author's Note: A.Dee we'll just have to see how Snape will be in this fic.
Grin. Or maybe I should take a vote of the faithful reviewers. Sage and
Snape I'm glad this fic is making you think! Snape having pity on Lucinda
was just him showing weakness for a moment and nothing more. I don't have
an update list yet but I'll try to remember to update you. Lady Russell
Holmes, yeah I feel sorry for Harry too. I think he might get a little
banged up in this fic. Grin. Vanyaria Darkshadow I agree that Snape is a
cutie. Oh well if others don't agree. Sev1970 she may or may not get a
crush. We'll see what happens. This won't be a romance fic though.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that lives in the world of Harry Potter! I do own Lucinda Lina Lee, Regina Wiggins, and Sapa the owl. There I gave another disclaimer just in case. Gotta cover my back ya know.
Chapter Seven: A Secret Revealed
Words flow like water Over pebbles, Singing in whispers Like laughter. Secrets slip from silence Where they were once stored And come to rest here, In the depths of sensitive ears. Thoughts swirl about, Butterflies in the breeze. Then landing In clusters, on branches, They rest quietly. Realization comes forth, A flame against the night sky.
I was standing beside Harry's bed when the door opened. Footsteps entered.
"Has he woken up yet?" Hermione asked.
"Briefly" I replied.
"Harry?" Dumbledore said.
There was a movement from the bed and the faintest of moans. Just then the door burst open again.
"Snape wasn't in the dungeons so I couldn't get any of the potions we need." Ron was breathing heavily.
"Go to Madam Pomfrey" Dumbledore said. "Or perhaps we ought to simply bring Harry there."
"No" was spoken in a rough whisper from the bed.
"Very well then" Dumbledore sighed. "Accio Pain Reliever potion.accio Pepper Up potion." The wizard continued to summon vials until he had what he thought he'd need.
I transfigured a slip of paper from my pocket into a goblet and passed it to Dumbledore who seemed grateful. I realized to late that I had not used my wand to perform the spell and hadn't even spoken a word.
"That was incredible!" Ron shrieked. "Did you see that Hermione?"
"See what?"
"Lucinda, she.she just-"
"Yes, Miss Lee is quite talented. I suggest that you grow accustomed to the way she does things." Dumbledore said.
"But I've never-" Ron started but was cut off by Hermione.
"Ron, this is not the time" she lectured in her strictest sounding whisper.
Dumbledore began feeding Harry the potions telling him what each was for. We all just stood by watching and waiting for a sign that Harry was recovering.
Finally Harry sat up halfway in the bed and said, "I think Snape will be needing those potions back when he returns from the death eater meeting."
What?! Had I heard him right? Had Harry just said that Snape was at a death eater meeting? "Harry I think you need some rest, you aren't making any sense" I managed to say despite my shock.
"I'm fine. It was just a vision" he insisted.
"But you just said that Snape-"
"Miss Lee, it is perhaps time that we inform you of some of the happenings within these castle walls." Dumbledore conjured a chair and sat down. "Professor Snape is one of the most dedicated members of the order of the phoenix."
"But Harry just said that, well basically that he was a death eater! He must have seen him in his vision!" I could not believe the foolishness of the old wizard. Was he allowing a criminal of the worst kind to live and teach at Hogwarts?
"Yes, Severus is in fact also a death eater." I shook with confusion and waited for Dumbledore to say more. "You see, one of my more brilliant, and so far successful, ideas was to have a spy among the death eaters. I needed the right person for the job."
"Professor Snape?" I asked.
"Ah yes. Severus is very resourceful, sly, and powerful. He possesses many traits that are required for an effective spy." Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and his words came closer to my face now. "It is a very dangerous job and if he were found out the entire wizarding world could be in danger."
I got his point. He didn't need to explain any more to me. "I understand" I said and I think he knew I really did.
****
Severus Snape had been unsure of his ability to apperate but he had been in no state to travel via other means. He couldn't take the night bus in his death eater robes and he had no muggle money. He stood outside of Voldemort's castle and disapperated. Luckily he was successful and landed just outside the Hogwart's grounds with a thud. He was unable to stand because he was so weak and fell to the ground without hesitation.
He lay there for some time, the whispers of night closing in around him. The forbidden forest loomed up before him, a shadow of death creeping ever closer. He had to move. How?
First he tried to pull himself to his hands and knees. His right knee was damaged, the skin broken open and blood oozing from the wound like an egg slipping from its shell. Blood that inside the body was blue and safe now spilled fourth, red, unprotected, and contaminated. He could not stop the bleeding. It would require more magic then he held within himself at the present time. So in crawling, he was unsuccessful.
He lay very still as the chill of the cold earth seeped inside him.
How had he ended up here on the ground in the dark of night?
Would anyone come for him?
What could he do to save himself? To save the world? They so desperately needed him, the spy, the union of darkness and light. He sat up, his head spun as if it were a top and completely unattached to the rest of him. Once he realized that he was still effectively sitting he was ready to fight the rest of the battle. Somehow he pulled himself to his feet. One labored foot step at a time he slithered to the castle, broken, bleeding, and full of hope.
****
I woke to the voices of my room mates chattering like a barn yard full of hens. It was later than I had intended to rise this morning. I had over slept.
I slid out of bed, my body yawning and stretching in full protest along the way. Quickly I pulled on some clothes and got washed up. There was no time for a shower. I wasn't in the mood to take a shower. Hermione was already gone so I made my way to the great hall alone.
I was not very awake and it wasn't long before I rounded a corner and bumped into something solid. I staggered, trying to keep my balance.
"Miss Lee" a cold voice said.
Shit! It was Ms. Wiggins! I was in deep now. I tried to open my mouth to apologize but I wasn't fast enough.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for your rudeness. Running into other people is hardly polite."
She said nothing else and just pushed passed me. I wondered if I could take points from her for being rude. After all running people over in the halls because you're a nasty professor is hardly considered polite either.
When I stepped into the Great Hall it was with the understanding that my morning had been ruined. I made my way to my usual seat and sat down without a word. My peace was soon interrupted by my friends wanting to know what was wrong with me. I didn't feel like talking. Not even to them, but I was glad to see that Harry was doing better and had come to breakfast. I explained about my brush with Wiggins the Whooping Wombat and everyone within ear shot called her rude names which made me feel a bit better.
Ginny Weezley had heard that Snape was in the hospital wing from another girl who had seen him there. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let the girl have a look though so no one knew what was wrong with Snape. Harry knew, almost as intimately as Snape himself did, and Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore and I had some idea of what might be wrong with Snape. I was just glad to know that he had returned alive and probably in one piece.
Author's Note: Happy Mother's Day to all. Please Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that lives in the world of Harry Potter! I do own Lucinda Lina Lee, Regina Wiggins, and Sapa the owl. There I gave another disclaimer just in case. Gotta cover my back ya know.
Chapter Seven: A Secret Revealed
Words flow like water Over pebbles, Singing in whispers Like laughter. Secrets slip from silence Where they were once stored And come to rest here, In the depths of sensitive ears. Thoughts swirl about, Butterflies in the breeze. Then landing In clusters, on branches, They rest quietly. Realization comes forth, A flame against the night sky.
I was standing beside Harry's bed when the door opened. Footsteps entered.
"Has he woken up yet?" Hermione asked.
"Briefly" I replied.
"Harry?" Dumbledore said.
There was a movement from the bed and the faintest of moans. Just then the door burst open again.
"Snape wasn't in the dungeons so I couldn't get any of the potions we need." Ron was breathing heavily.
"Go to Madam Pomfrey" Dumbledore said. "Or perhaps we ought to simply bring Harry there."
"No" was spoken in a rough whisper from the bed.
"Very well then" Dumbledore sighed. "Accio Pain Reliever potion.accio Pepper Up potion." The wizard continued to summon vials until he had what he thought he'd need.
I transfigured a slip of paper from my pocket into a goblet and passed it to Dumbledore who seemed grateful. I realized to late that I had not used my wand to perform the spell and hadn't even spoken a word.
"That was incredible!" Ron shrieked. "Did you see that Hermione?"
"See what?"
"Lucinda, she.she just-"
"Yes, Miss Lee is quite talented. I suggest that you grow accustomed to the way she does things." Dumbledore said.
"But I've never-" Ron started but was cut off by Hermione.
"Ron, this is not the time" she lectured in her strictest sounding whisper.
Dumbledore began feeding Harry the potions telling him what each was for. We all just stood by watching and waiting for a sign that Harry was recovering.
Finally Harry sat up halfway in the bed and said, "I think Snape will be needing those potions back when he returns from the death eater meeting."
What?! Had I heard him right? Had Harry just said that Snape was at a death eater meeting? "Harry I think you need some rest, you aren't making any sense" I managed to say despite my shock.
"I'm fine. It was just a vision" he insisted.
"But you just said that Snape-"
"Miss Lee, it is perhaps time that we inform you of some of the happenings within these castle walls." Dumbledore conjured a chair and sat down. "Professor Snape is one of the most dedicated members of the order of the phoenix."
"But Harry just said that, well basically that he was a death eater! He must have seen him in his vision!" I could not believe the foolishness of the old wizard. Was he allowing a criminal of the worst kind to live and teach at Hogwarts?
"Yes, Severus is in fact also a death eater." I shook with confusion and waited for Dumbledore to say more. "You see, one of my more brilliant, and so far successful, ideas was to have a spy among the death eaters. I needed the right person for the job."
"Professor Snape?" I asked.
"Ah yes. Severus is very resourceful, sly, and powerful. He possesses many traits that are required for an effective spy." Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and his words came closer to my face now. "It is a very dangerous job and if he were found out the entire wizarding world could be in danger."
I got his point. He didn't need to explain any more to me. "I understand" I said and I think he knew I really did.
****
Severus Snape had been unsure of his ability to apperate but he had been in no state to travel via other means. He couldn't take the night bus in his death eater robes and he had no muggle money. He stood outside of Voldemort's castle and disapperated. Luckily he was successful and landed just outside the Hogwart's grounds with a thud. He was unable to stand because he was so weak and fell to the ground without hesitation.
He lay there for some time, the whispers of night closing in around him. The forbidden forest loomed up before him, a shadow of death creeping ever closer. He had to move. How?
First he tried to pull himself to his hands and knees. His right knee was damaged, the skin broken open and blood oozing from the wound like an egg slipping from its shell. Blood that inside the body was blue and safe now spilled fourth, red, unprotected, and contaminated. He could not stop the bleeding. It would require more magic then he held within himself at the present time. So in crawling, he was unsuccessful.
He lay very still as the chill of the cold earth seeped inside him.
How had he ended up here on the ground in the dark of night?
Would anyone come for him?
What could he do to save himself? To save the world? They so desperately needed him, the spy, the union of darkness and light. He sat up, his head spun as if it were a top and completely unattached to the rest of him. Once he realized that he was still effectively sitting he was ready to fight the rest of the battle. Somehow he pulled himself to his feet. One labored foot step at a time he slithered to the castle, broken, bleeding, and full of hope.
****
I woke to the voices of my room mates chattering like a barn yard full of hens. It was later than I had intended to rise this morning. I had over slept.
I slid out of bed, my body yawning and stretching in full protest along the way. Quickly I pulled on some clothes and got washed up. There was no time for a shower. I wasn't in the mood to take a shower. Hermione was already gone so I made my way to the great hall alone.
I was not very awake and it wasn't long before I rounded a corner and bumped into something solid. I staggered, trying to keep my balance.
"Miss Lee" a cold voice said.
Shit! It was Ms. Wiggins! I was in deep now. I tried to open my mouth to apologize but I wasn't fast enough.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for your rudeness. Running into other people is hardly polite."
She said nothing else and just pushed passed me. I wondered if I could take points from her for being rude. After all running people over in the halls because you're a nasty professor is hardly considered polite either.
When I stepped into the Great Hall it was with the understanding that my morning had been ruined. I made my way to my usual seat and sat down without a word. My peace was soon interrupted by my friends wanting to know what was wrong with me. I didn't feel like talking. Not even to them, but I was glad to see that Harry was doing better and had come to breakfast. I explained about my brush with Wiggins the Whooping Wombat and everyone within ear shot called her rude names which made me feel a bit better.
Ginny Weezley had heard that Snape was in the hospital wing from another girl who had seen him there. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let the girl have a look though so no one knew what was wrong with Snape. Harry knew, almost as intimately as Snape himself did, and Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore and I had some idea of what might be wrong with Snape. I was just glad to know that he had returned alive and probably in one piece.
Author's Note: Happy Mother's Day to all. Please Review.