Defeating Dark Lords, Inc Omake Files
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz.
A/N: Warning: Crack ahead.
OMAKE: Warning: you are about to enter a place with crack, crack, crackle crack. You have been warned.
Warning: If you have not read Defeating Dark Lords, Inc, you will not have a Scooby of what is going on here.
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Dinner Quest
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The meeting of Defeating Dark Lords, Inc was going to go over some of the fine points of the attacks on Hogsmeade, and just share information that was not classified.
There was a preliminary dinner, Dutch treat of course. Snape sneered at that, but realized the Scottish Ministry of Magic had poured thousands of galleons into saving people, and now pouring thousands more into restoration.
They really didn't need to pay for a meal for a well-provided person like himself.
Severus mused at the various places on offer. Ignoring The Roost –his long robes were never meeting that floor in this lifetime– he looked at one after another.
'Grabthar's Grub?' It was clear from the decor, and clientele that this was a goblin establishment. Grabthar's Sword? Grabthar's Axe? Grabthar's Dagger? Anything would be better than "Grub". How plebian!
Then, unbidden, all of the rage that he had been holding back, dealing with teenagers, unwanted Dark Lords, and insipid moronic fools of the ministry. It passed as he cast his privacy spell, clenched his fist, and swore to Fate:
"By Grabthar's Hammer! I will have revenge!"
Now that was more like it. He felt cleansed. Releasing the charm, he made his way to the door. Smiling a little smile, he entered cautiously, but the guards eating near the door merely nodded at the Headmaster companionably.
Yes, he had more in common with these profit-driven, honorable warriors than he did with any Ministry hu-mon.
He went to order his grub.
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A/N: Thanks to ArcVal for his review. He had actually noticed the name, but MelJ and I were despairing that no one would before the story's end. I had written this for the last chapter, but it just didn't fit.
Adding the war hammers to the sign was left as the only hint.
Bless you, Alan Rickman. We might have thrown many stones at Snape over the years, but you and your wonderful voice gave him depth. You will always be remembered.
Always.
