Chapter 18

A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews. I'm trying to get as many chapters up, but expect less, I went back to school a couple of days ago. I'm not particularly fond of school. The again, who is?

"Well, see- uh… there is a reasonable explanation… err…" Snape nervously, standing up. Everyone was staring at him. His mouth began moving, but no words escaped his mouth. He inhaled deeply. "Well, actually… there is no good explanation, but I still- um…" Ron's mouth hung open. He, Ron, shut his mouth and cleared his throat. "I- um…" Snape sputtered. "You see, I, well, I'maparclemouhtandIdidn'twanttotellanyonesothatIdidn'tgetridiculedoranything." Snape blended his words together in a long, fast mumble.

"What?" Dumbledore asked. He stood, and so did Harry, who was still speechless, with his heart beating painfully fast now. Snape put a look on his face like he was in pain.

"I said- that… that I'm a Parclemouth and I didn't want to tell anyone so that I didn't get ridiculed or anything." Snape said. He exhaled deeply and sadly. "I thought that- that if people knew that I was a…" He paused and whispered, "A Parclemouth…" He paused again. "That I would be considered-" He seemed to be unable to continue.

"You thought you would be considered evil." Harry said for him, speaking for the first time in several minutes. Snape nodded.

"I see…" Dumbledore said, looking shocked. No one else could talk; the impact of the shock had stunned them. "Well, this is shocking." He said.

"Most defiantly." Hermione agreed.

"Not to mention severely uncomfortable." Snape added.

"So, you're a Parclemouth?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Snape said painfully. "Has is sie, is esieth." He added brutally. It meant, 'And stop saying the word 'Parclemouth!" Harry would've chuckled, but figured it was not the best time. "I didn't tell Voldemort, either. He always thought that I was helpful without being too much like him. Nasty thing, really, he was." Snape explained. Suddenly, his face turned even paler, and his eyes got wide. "Voldemort." He whispered.

"Yes, yes, that is who we are talking about-" Dumbledore began, but he was cut of by Snape yelled.

"No really, VOLDEMORT!" He pointed at the door. Everyone whipped around. Harry's scar seared with pain. Voldemort and Wormtail were standing in the doorway.

"Thought you would hide from me, eh?" Voldemort laughed. "I can hear a Parclemouth from a mile a way!"

"Yes, yes, a mile! A mile!" Wormtail repeated nervously. Harry sighed loudly.

"Oh my…" Violet whispered with wide eyes. Ron looked like he was about to faint, he was as white as a ghost.

"Ah, the whole crew is here…" Voldemort said. Dumbledore watched as Voldemort moved swiftly across the room. He stopped first in front of Violet, who looked nervously at him. He laughed coldly. "Violet Baudelaire. I have heard- so much about you." He hissed, and then snaked over to Klaus, who looked a little more confident than his sister. "And your brother, Klaus, of course. Oh, but where is the little one? Bunny, is it?"

"It is Sunny." Harry hissed coolly.

"And Harry Potter. The boy who lived." Voldemort lifted his head, and stood right in front of Harry. He scrunched up his nose. "The only person ever to survive the killing curse… brings back good times, doesn't it?"

"No." Harry forced his scar burning. He didn't know why he wasn't doing anything to hurt Voldemort.

"Sir, we have g- g- g- guests." Wormtail whispered. Voldemort swiped around.

"Move over!" Yelled a truly horrible voice, and then a person stepped through the doorway, swiping Wormtail out of the way. Violet and Klaus suddenly shook with fear. Just looking at the two terrible people in the doorway sent a chill up Harry's spine. He recognized one person as Esme' Squalor, the horrible women who had kidnapped Sunny. Harry knew it was she, because she looked just as the Baudelaire's had described her. She was tall and thin, wearing a pink dress, covered by a long, fuzzy pink and purple jacket. She was wearing silhouette heels, made from real silhouette knifes, so that she toppled and wriggled as she walked in to the room. The shoes dug into the ground until she stepped on the rock floor, where the heels then made loud clicking noises. Up at her face though, she was not wearing anything over her face. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and her green eyes glistened just as horribly as the person's standing next to her. Next to her, was a tall thin, balding man, who had long legs. He was wearing a pair of striped, silky pants, and a pair of small black shoes. He was wearing a fancy top, and his face was horrible. His eyes were shining like the moon outside, and his beak-like nose was raised high. A dreadful smile crossed his face from ear to ear, showing his yellow teeth. Harry looked at his left ankle. Sitting on it, was none other than the tattoo of an eye.

"Count Olaf." Harry, Violet, and Klaus whispered together in fear. Olaf chuckled.

"Yes, in the flesh, in person, the star of the show is here." He said, taking a bow. Wow, he was as annoying as the Baudelaire's had described him, too. Harry and the others backed away from Voldemort, Wormtail, Esme', and Count Olaf.

"And now," Voldemort and Olaf said together, "I think we have a little unfinished business to attend to."

A/N: Sorry this was kind of short. Sorry I have not written in a while. Please forgive. R&R, and I'll see what I can do for this story over the weekend…

By the way, let us take a brief moment of silence for Drake Bell (if you know who he is!) who was recently in a horrible car crash (I'm not lying!) and broke his jaw……………… OK. That was good. Well, at least he will be OK! Poor Drake! Bye, bye.