DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE!
Good day, afternoon, night, or whatever the hell it is. I have written this story to help me feel better about Dumbledore's death. I'm hoping to have Harry tourture Snape until Snape kills himself, but unfortunately I am extreamly A.D.D so I tend to change the story seven or eight times (It took me anexcruciatingly long time to write this). I really don't give a fuck if you like it or not, but if you do happen to enjoy it don't hesitate to tell me. NOE READ IT YOU BLEEDING FOOL!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even a box to sleep in! Oh well. I do however own the plot to this story. So please do not copy it in anyway or I will be forced to jinx you.
Forced Entry:
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny crept silently through a Muggle village. It was more of a slum than a village. Obviously the homeowners put out no effort to maintain a look of cleanliness. Parched, brown grass was growing about two feet high, doors hung off their hinges, roof tiles lay scattered across front yards, and most of the windows were either broken or boarded up. The sight would have made Aunt Petunia hurl.
Earlier this week, Harry had received an anonymous owl from someone with severely small handwriting. The owl stated that the sender believed a certain house on Spinners End was the home of the man Harry was attempting to hunt down. Harry, who was desperate for any sign of Severus Snape, took the senders advice immediately. So this is the reason why you find our hero and his three most trusted friends lurking through this Muggle village.
They stopped when they came to the street called Spinners End. Before continuing their lurking, Harry turned to the others.
"You don't have to come with me guys." He said. "I'll be fine without you. You don't have to risk being hurt for me."
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. "We go through this every time we go out looking for Snape, and each time we have told you that no matter what you say we are coming with you! Do you think there is even the slightest chance that we will change our minds this time?"
"Listen Harry." Hermione added as Harry began to retort. "We want to see Snape killed as much as you do. I mean, it's his fault Dumbledore is gone, and we want him to get what he deserves!"
"Fine," Harry began angrily, "but I don't want to hear you guys complaining if you get injured. I gave you plenty of time to go home."
With that, the group headed down the deserted road of houses. Even though they were trying to be as quiet as possible, their footsteps echoed on the cobbled road. They continued down until they reached the very last house. It looked just like all the other houses in the vicinity, but the wizards knew that the house was full of Dark Magic.
They proceeded up to the front door where Harry started to dish out instructions.
"Ok guys listen, I want us to use nonverbal spells at the beginning. We need to make sure he doesn't know which hex we are using." He whispered to his friends. "First lets just concentrate on subduing him. A Leg Locker Curse or a Stunning Spell would do the trick."
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Severus sat in his favorite armchair reading "Curses and Countercurses" by Vindictus Viridian. It had been four weeks since he had murdered the weak fool Dumbledore. He hardly thought about it anymore.
Dumbledore was just another blockage in his road to becoming the Dark Lord's most trusted servant that he was forced to blow away. He had been expecting someone from the Order to attack him at some point over the first few weeks, but none came. It seemed that they were still solely going for his master.
He looked into the roaring fire and replayed that night's events. Oh how proud he was to have been the one to finish off his master's biggest threat and to declare that his loyalties lay with the Dark Lord. The look on the old cow's face made it all worthwhile. It was that look that plainly stated 'No, I'm in deep shit now.' The look was priceless.
The old fashion grandfather clock near the stairs chimed as it suddenly became midnight. The sound seemed to bring him back to the present. It was getting late and he needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for him.
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Ron stood under the invisibility cloak, at Snape's front door. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were going around to the back door so they could sneak in. Ron was supposed to wait until he saw green sparks fly into the air, then he was to knock on the door.
He waited for no more than a minute and a half before he spotted the sparks. His hand shook slightly as he reached out to rap the wood. One, two, three knocks. He quickly backed up a few paces incase Snape decided to walk out on his porch.
The sound of Snape's heavy footsteps grew louder and louder until they came to a stop. The wooden door creaked open to reveal the hooked nose, sallow skinned, sneering Snape.
Ron took no time to think. REDUCTO! He thought flicking his wand at a dead potted plant.
Snape walked out to investigate what had caused his Abyssinian Shrivelfigs to explode. As he was bent over examining the pot, Ron slipped inside his home. He quickly stole to the back door and let the others in. Then they flung themselves into a stale cupboard.