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Chapter 2
"Albus I just don't understand" McGonagall said in exasperation. "There is no protection there with those muggles, how could the girls possibly be safe there?"
"The Dark Lord will not expect the girls to be sent to a muggle residence." Dumbledore replied. Snape's head shot up at this and his eyes widened, but neither Dumbledore nor Minerva seemed to notice.
"It is well known that Harry despised his relatives. This is the last place they will look" Dumbledore added.
They continued walking along the path to Hogwarts in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the occasional mutterings of McGonagall.
After Dumbledore had left the two other professors to head to his office, Snape pulled McGonagall into a classroom and warded the room against intrusion, and also placing an imperturbable charm in case someone were to eavesdrop.
"Did you notice anything strange about the headmaster tonight Minerva?" Snape asked in his usual, cold tone. McGonagall looked confused for a moment, then her eyes widened and she looked up at Snape.
"It can't be..." she whispered, putting a hand to her mouth in disbelief.
"We have to do something" Snape said. McGonagall nodded, still looking a little disoriented.
"Right then, I'll meet you in Hogsmeade in an hour. Try to be discrete" he added, causing McGonagall to look indignant. However, before she could reply, he had taken the wards off the room and slunk away towards the dungeons.
An hour later, Snape and McGonagall met in a dark alleyway near the three broomsticks. They nodded to each other in silent greeting before disapparating to an empty alleyway near the street where McGonagall and Dumbledore had dropped the girls off earlier that day.
"Do you have the spell?" McGonagall asked haughtily, having not forgiven him for the comments he had made to her earlier. He ignored her tone and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket, holding it up to her. She read the parchment with pursed lips before handing it back and leading the way to the house.
Dusk had begun to settle over the quiet little street. They walked slowly onwards through the fading light and stopped a few houses down from the Dursley residence. McGonagall looked up at Snape questioningly and Snape nodded and took her hand in his.
Together, they began to chant in an ancient language that, had anyone been close enough to hear, would have been indecipherable. No one seemed to notice the two figures on the street though.
There was a buzz of magic in the air as the chanting increased tenfold. Both of the casters felt the force of the magic behind the spell that they were casting increase to the point where it could easily have overwhelmed them both, but soon there was a resounding 'pop' and the swell of magic died down to nothing once again.
They stopped chanting and looked over towards the house once again. To them, the house had not changed at all. Satisfied, the two figures walked back down the darkened street and into the alleyway, before disapparating back to Hogsmeade. As soon as Snape had materialised there, he felt a blinding pain run through his arm. McGonagall arrived not a moment later and stared at him concerned.
"I must go" Snape said through clenched teeth. McGonagall nodded quickly and Snape cast a spell on himself, changing his attire to the deatheater garb, then disapparated once again.
I'm not sure if this chapter sounds right, so if it sounds strange, let me know in the reviews and I'll try and fix it.
Chapter 2
"Albus I just don't understand" McGonagall said in exasperation. "There is no protection there with those muggles, how could the girls possibly be safe there?"
"The Dark Lord will not expect the girls to be sent to a muggle residence." Dumbledore replied. Snape's head shot up at this and his eyes widened, but neither Dumbledore nor Minerva seemed to notice.
"It is well known that Harry despised his relatives. This is the last place they will look" Dumbledore added.
They continued walking along the path to Hogwarts in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the occasional mutterings of McGonagall.
After Dumbledore had left the two other professors to head to his office, Snape pulled McGonagall into a classroom and warded the room against intrusion, and also placing an imperturbable charm in case someone were to eavesdrop.
"Did you notice anything strange about the headmaster tonight Minerva?" Snape asked in his usual, cold tone. McGonagall looked confused for a moment, then her eyes widened and she looked up at Snape.
"It can't be..." she whispered, putting a hand to her mouth in disbelief.
"We have to do something" Snape said. McGonagall nodded, still looking a little disoriented.
"Right then, I'll meet you in Hogsmeade in an hour. Try to be discrete" he added, causing McGonagall to look indignant. However, before she could reply, he had taken the wards off the room and slunk away towards the dungeons.
An hour later, Snape and McGonagall met in a dark alleyway near the three broomsticks. They nodded to each other in silent greeting before disapparating to an empty alleyway near the street where McGonagall and Dumbledore had dropped the girls off earlier that day.
"Do you have the spell?" McGonagall asked haughtily, having not forgiven him for the comments he had made to her earlier. He ignored her tone and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket, holding it up to her. She read the parchment with pursed lips before handing it back and leading the way to the house.
Dusk had begun to settle over the quiet little street. They walked slowly onwards through the fading light and stopped a few houses down from the Dursley residence. McGonagall looked up at Snape questioningly and Snape nodded and took her hand in his.
Together, they began to chant in an ancient language that, had anyone been close enough to hear, would have been indecipherable. No one seemed to notice the two figures on the street though.
There was a buzz of magic in the air as the chanting increased tenfold. Both of the casters felt the force of the magic behind the spell that they were casting increase to the point where it could easily have overwhelmed them both, but soon there was a resounding 'pop' and the swell of magic died down to nothing once again.
They stopped chanting and looked over towards the house once again. To them, the house had not changed at all. Satisfied, the two figures walked back down the darkened street and into the alleyway, before disapparating back to Hogsmeade. As soon as Snape had materialised there, he felt a blinding pain run through his arm. McGonagall arrived not a moment later and stared at him concerned.
"I must go" Snape said through clenched teeth. McGonagall nodded quickly and Snape cast a spell on himself, changing his attire to the deatheater garb, then disapparated once again.