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Don't worry- I didn't forget my other helpful reviewers and faithful readers. As long as I know there are still people who like it, I'll continue this story. And if there isn't anyone left… well, I'll just stick my nose up and continue it still with whatever pride I have left. Anyhow, let's get on to the story.

Chapter 10: I'm In Control

It was that night that Blaise had to serve his detention with Snape, two days after the "incident". He was still as sour as ever, mad that he got caught all because he had bumped into the big oaf that his teacher was. Luckily, he had his invisible cloak to protect him; otherwise he would have taken many showers to clean off the germs Snape left. There had been rumors that Snape didn't take any showers…at all. Blaise shuddered. He didn't even want to think about how a person could get so dirty and why. If only, if only, Snape hadn't been there. Damn him.

Blaise looked up to meet the eyes of a very irritated and angry Snape. He grunted. Oh, was he in for it now. Snape stood there, shocked to find that there was an obstacle in front of him. How dare it stop him in his path! He took a step back and surveyed the area. There wasn't anything there! He took two steps forward, making Blaise take two steps back. It went on for quite some time. Blaise didn't dare move away- the clicking sounds of his shoes against the cold floors of the corridors could give him away. He could only synchronize his move with Snape's, but he was not very successful in moving too far away.

If I take a big step back, I might trip on the cloak and fall. Fucking shit, this sucks.

No, duh. A second voice in his head said.

Shut the fuck up.

You do know that talking to oneself is a sign of mental illness.

I'm not mad.

Denial is the second symptom of lunacy.

Shut the fuck up. How many times do I need to say that?

Many. Either way, you're still talking to me. La la la la la la la la la la la. First, you're talking, and now you're singing?

As a matter of fact, you're still talking. I rest my case: you are either really really round the bend or you're really really stupid. I prefer both, though the latter does sound promising. Anyways, what do you think?

I think you're really really screwed up.

In case you haven't noticed, I am you. I'm part of you anyways. So you're screwed up to because one, you said it so yourself and two, you're insulting yourself. And whatever I do, you're the cause of it too. Isn't it funny how that works? The second person said cheerfully.

No. Blaise thought solemnly.

If you don't find that funny, then you'll sure get a knock out of the look on Snape's face right now. He looks as though he's going to kill you for sure.

Sure enough, when Blaise looked up, he saw Snape hovering above him, casting a dark shadow upon him. In the discourse of his fight with his conscience, Snape had found where the unidentified flying object…

Just kidding. (George)Fred and I had decided to fool around with the story. (Fred)Now, on to how the story really went down.

In the discourse of his fight with his conscience, Snape had found where the unknown object was and plucked the cloak off. He had expected to find Potter. Oh, he couldn't wait for Dumbledore's precious Potter to finally get his first detention for this year.

Instead, his mood worsened as he found himself looking at his very own Slytherin. He unconsciously started to breath harder and his face became very red. Red as in the color of a cherry, that deep dark red kind of red. Very red. His nostrils began to flare like a dragon. If he wasn't a Slytherin, he could've been chosen to be part of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Ok, so maybe not, but the name suited his face right then. It looked like he had just eater a ton (as in bushels) of chili peppers. It didn't help that Blaise continued to be oblivious to his presence.

Blaise suddenly became alert and looked up, due to the warning of his conscience. He gave a weak smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"What could I do to get you to forget this ever happened?"

This, however, only ended up getting Snape towards his dark side. He roared and at first, stomped after Blaise who backed up into the wall. Upon touching it, he decided the best thing to do was to make a run for it, which was actually advised to him by his conscience.

At the moment, Blaise wasn't really thinking everything through and had only acted upon impulse. He had though that running was a good idea, but do you think that for one second his conscience would recommend something for his well-being? I mean, he did cuss at his conscience.

So that's how the chase around the school started- with Blaise making a run for it and Snape following him all the way. Snape, being the smart person that he sometimes is, decided to borrow Dumbledore's marauders map and was able to track Blaise down and trap him at a dead end.

Did you also know that along the way Blaise accidentally ran into one of the Hufflepuff's Quiddith practice?

Hufflepuff, being the poor team that they were, tried to steer their brooms away from Snape and Blaise, but ended up steering towards them. Snape's long cloak ended up getting caught in the end of one of the beater's broom. The beater was headed toward the quaffle and had not known he had picked up extra weight.

"Aaaah!" Snape covered his face and the quaffle narrowly missed him. However, the bat didn't. It smacked his behind as hard as ever.

The Hufflepuffs were as bad at beaters as they were at defending themselves against the Slytherins. The beater tried to lower his broom gently to allow Snape to get off, but he ended up doing a nose-dive towards the field grounds, which stopped when Blaise decided enough was enough and he stopped the broom himself with his wand and descended it down slowly.

It was that bravery that had reduced his time in detention. But it was also that gall that had gotten him in detention in the first place. And don't forget that impudence had made sure that Snape would have a hard time sitting down every time.

He sighed and started to dust the bookshelves. Then, he would have to organize the potion books in alphabetical order. And then, organize the potions cabinet. And clean the cauldrons. And clean the vials. And dust the floors. And do this and do that for the next two weeks. At least it wasn't three weeks.

He sighed again. Blaise opened his mouth and proceeded to sing a mellow rock song:

"What kind of life is this If I'm stuck doing Snape's chores
At least it's only two weeks,
But for then, my life's a bore.

When did the sun go down
And Sagaciousgo away.
My actions turned around
And my consequences had to pay.

But I'm in control of every aspect;
I'm another ruler of Slytherin.
People bow down in respect,
And that's just the beginning.

I'll find a way to release me as a slave.
I'll find myself a lovely queen
Who can meet my every gaze
Because I'm in control of me.

I don't live for power, I don't live for grace-
I need a smile, I need some passion.
At times I live for that one sweet embrace,
But for now, I think I'll stick to the smashing

But I'm in control of every aspect;
I'm another ruler of Slytherin.
People bow down in respect,
And that's just the beginning.

I'll find a way to release me as a slave.
I'll find myself a lovely queen
Who can meet my every gaze
Because I'm in control of me.

Angry at the insolence, Snape reprimanded Blaise to stop by intervening in his song, and singing too. He used the same song, but sang with a much gruffer and harsher voice.

(Snape) "What are you doing, boy
Do you find detention fun
Very well, here's some brooms, not some toys
Don't let me catch you air-guitaring while your work's undone.

That'll teach you to mess with me.
Running won't get you away with everything
Especially if the trouble's coming from me.
That's your fault, boy, and your sin."

(Blaise) "Oh no Professor
I believe I haven't learnt anything
Thing happen and things occur
And they all happen for a reason.

But I'm in control of every aspect;
I'm another ruler of Slytherin.
People bow down in respect,
And that's just the beginning.

I'll find a way to release me as a slave.
I'll find myself a lovely queen
Who can meet my every gaze
But I'm in control of me.

I'm in control of me.
No one can mess with me.
I'll be the greatest, you'll see.
I'm in control, I'm in control, I'm in control of you."

Here, Blaise stopped singing. Snape lost his fierceness and his face suddenly became unemotional as always. They had forgotten everything that had happened. It was all ancient history as though the event that just took place was but a mere incident.

It just so happens they were Slytherins, pure-blooded Slytherins perfect candidates as deatheaters with their wit and mental power. Ashkatar's spell erased their memories. They would all sing again and forget about it. Then they would crumble up into ashes and die. Poor Snape. Poor Blaise. Poor world.

Could they be saved? And what did Voldemort plan to do with Hermione Granger?