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"talking"

'thoughts'

ANOTHER WEREWOLF STORY

Chapter 5

Harry woke up the next morning to Ron throwing a pillow in his face yelling, "Get up!" before running out the room giggling away.

'fucking Ron….. It's just as well he left giggling like a girl, or I'd have hexed him. God. I'm so not a morning person….' Harry dragged himself out of bed and got dressed in a haphazard kind of way, trying to put his robes on inside out. 'Damn' thought Harry when he realised his mistake, and hurriedly put everything on the right way round before heading down to the common room.

When he got there, he found the common room empty except from Ron who was currently glued to Hermione's face.

"Morning guys!" said Harry, trying to catch their attention. "Hello?" he said, raising his voice slightly.

There was no sign at all that the two had heard him or were even aware that Harry was in the room at all.

'Fuck it' thought Harry, getting irritated by his friends lack of response. "Hey you two- I'll see you later. I'm going to go grab some breakfast."

There was no reply, so Harry shrugged and made his way out of the portrait hole and down to the great hall for some food.

Down in the great hall, Harry was just tucking in to a nice big plate of pancakes, dripping in maple syrup, when Ron and Hermione finally made an appearance.

"Hiya Harry! We didn't see you come down!" said Hermione, rather breathlessly, as she pulled a plate of toast towards her.

Harry just rolled his eyes in elastration, and worked his way through his breakfast, before heading to class, not noticing the potions master hurrying past clutching his left forearm….

AWSAWSAWS

Meanwhile, in the Riddle Manor, ol' snake face was calling a meeting.

"Welcome, my… 'faithful' followers. I have hatched such a cunning plan that will surely not fail, and finally rid me of my thorn in my side, my fly in my soup, I am of course referring to Harry Potter."

"What is your plan, if I may be so bold to ask, milord?" asked Snape, stepping forward. This was all he bloody well needed. Having to foil the dark lord's plans while not making it look like he was the one behind it, was not something he relished.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and his wand arm twitched as if he was considering using the Cruciatus curse on Snape for daring to speak during his hastily put together speech.

The dark lord's wand lowered slightly, and Snape sighed in relief, and Voldemort started talking again.

"well, my oh so cunning plan, could not have worked without my faithful servant, Greyback."

'Come on, get on with it…' thought Snape.

At that praise, Greyback stepped forward, a wolfish grin on his grubby face, while absentmindedly scratching his dirty matted head.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at this, but carried on regardless, "Greyback here has bitten the Potter brat-"

At this news the crowd of death eaters cheered, while Greyback began scratching in earnest.

"WILL YOU STOP SCRATCHING?" Voldie shouted, "Cruico!"

As Greyback was writhing under the curse, he was still unbelievably scratching. After a few minutes the curse was lifted and at once the werewolf struggled to his feet, "I'm sorry master- I've got fleas" he said with an apologetic smile.

Voldemort was seriously considering torturing him some more, but decided to let it go, just this once. Besides he had a headache coming on and just wanted to have a nap before settling down to some serious plotting. "Deatheaters, dismissed. I will continue this another time."

There was an audible sigh of relief as the death eaters started to head out the door to the apparition point, no one trying to look too eager to leave.

'Great! Just great- this has been a useless waste of a meeting- what am I supposed to tell Albus? That Greyback has fleas? Grrr!' thought Snape furiously as he followed the Deatheaters out of the room.

"Wormtail and Greyback stay behind" called Voldemort.

Peter cringed inwardly, having to stay behind didn't mean anything good. Besides, being in close proximity of that fleabag made him feel itchy all over.

Once Wormtail and Greyback were standing in front of their master, and the last death eater filed out of the room, Voldemort raised his wand. The two Deatheaters braced themselves for the Cruciatus curse, but it didn't come.

"Fleaus Spayus" Voldemort said as he flicked his wand- and conquered a can of flea spay. He then threw it to Wormtail, which hit him on the head, before falling onto the floor.

"Wormtail- I want you to deflea Greyback here. I trust you know what will happen if you don't…" he trailed off.

Wormtail gulped. "Yes master…" he answered, before quickly picking up the flea spay.

Voldemort headed out of the room to head to his private chambers where he could have a well deserved rest.

"I'm so going to bite you at the next full moon you know." said Greyback as he was being spayed by the vile smelling flea spay.

"I know" replied a tearful, quivering Wormtail, the can of spay was shaking so violently Greyback got accidentally spayed in the eyes.

"AAARRGGGHHH!"

Voldemort smiled evilly in his sleep. Oh how he enjoyed frightening Wormtail….

AWSAWSAWS

Snape made his way leisurely back to the castle to report his deatheater meeting to the headmaster. He stumbled into Albus' office as he had gone to the Three Broomsticks first for a drink or five.

"Honey- I'm home!" called a very pissed Snape.

The headmaster who was sitting at his desk torturing jelly babies looked up in shock. "Oh my poor boy- what has that monster done to you? It looks like a befuddlement charm to me…"

"He didn't do fuck all," slurred Snape, " I'm pissed, alright?"

"I of course knew that." replied the headmaster, tossing Snape a hangover potion from the top drawer of his desk. " I was merely testing you…."

Snape drunk the potion down and was instantly sober, as well as slightly ashamed for swearing in front Dumbledore. "How come you had a hangover potion handy?" he asked suspiciously.

"I have to keep a supply in for Fawkes, he insists on going out on the razzle every Friday night with a couple of alcoholic school barn owls. Apparently they fly over to the Hogs Head- they can get served there."

"Why don't you just let him suffer with the hangovers? It's teach the overgrown chicken a lesson."

"I tried that- it don't work. He kept falling of his perch and flying into walls. The last straw was when he set fire to my desk which burnt my new supply of sweeties."

Snape tried his best not to snigger at this revelation.

"Anyway, enough talk about my alcoholic familiar. Tell me what happened at the meeting."

"Well apart from being able to confirm that it was indeed Voldemort who sent Greyback to bite Potter, there's really nothing else that I found out."

"Oh really?" asked Dumbledore, looking slightly disappointed, "Nothing else at all?"

"Well I did find out something concerning Greyback- he's got fleas." smirked Snape.

"Hmm. Ok I'll have to have Harry checked for fleas- we can't have him giving them to the students pets, now can we?"

Snape smiled in glee. "Can I leave now headmaster? It's getting late and I would like to rest before the morning."

"Of course my dear boy- off you trot." replied Dumbledore who was now looking at something out the window.

"What on earth are you looking at?" asked Snape , walking nearer the window to see what had the headmaster's attention.

There was a fiery blur moving haphazardly through the sky heading right for that very window.

"Is that Fawkes?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes I do believe it is…" sighed Albus, "I nearly forgot it was Friday."

Before Snape could reply to that, Fawkes flew into the room, via the window and hit the wall opposite with an audible thud, before passing out.

Snape walked out the room- he didn't want to be there when a grumpy Fawkes woke up.

Authors note: It's taken me AGES to update, I was suffering from writer's block, but have no fear- the muse is back yelling in my ear. Please review and tell me what you think.