Chapter 87: When Skeletons Emerge From Darkness
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{"Skeletons in your closet...Itchin' to come outside...Messin' with your conscience...In a way your face can't hide...What did your mama tell you about lies...She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one...What did your daddy tell you about lies...He said one white one turns into a black one...So, it's gettin' ready to blow...It's gettin' ready to show...Somebody shot off at the mouth and...We're gettin' ready to know...It's gettin' ready to drop
It's gettin' ready to shock...Somebody done turned up the heater...An'a it's gettin' ready to pop..."} Skeletons, Stevie Wonder
The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland...
The Daily Prophet had been buzzing with news of Hogwarts being seized in a coup attempt by Slytherin students. From all over the wizarding world, people tuned in on their television sets and read the articles enthusiastically. For the first time since the second wizarding war Slytherin had control over Hogwarts. Concerned parents and on-lookers ventured to the outer gates where they were held off by protective wards. The sky had been plenty dark as rain poured from the thick gray clouds looming over head. Reporters and cameras had been all around as the situation within Hogwarts remained at a stand still. Among those that ventured to Hogwarts had been Ginny Potter and her brother Ron Weasley. Both had been denied access into the school grounds but they spotted the recently apparated figure of Hermione Granger-Snape.
Hermione had a grim expression on her face and her amber eyes had been just as cold as she made her way through the crowd. Ginny rushed over toward her with a sour look on her face. Ron had been just as sour as he looked over Hermione for the first time since their final year. He had gotten bigger in the shoulders and a foot or two taller. His notorious Weasley red hair had been lengthy and unkempt. He wore clothes like his father Arthur patched worked and goofy looking. His dark eyes took in the sight of Hermione.
She wore a black overcoat buttoned all the way to the neck in the style of Snape and her hair pulled back into a bun similar to that of McGonagall. Her pale complexion and callous expression had been eerie as she made her way toward the gate.
"If it isn't Mrs. Snape!" shouted an ever gossiping Rita Skeeter. "How do you feel about your son being the cause of all this chaos here at Hogwarts?"
Hermione glared at the intolerable woman.
"My son has done nothing wrong and for all you know he could be as innocent a bystander as any other the other students." she said in defense of Phaeron.
"Mrs. Snape are you not aware that your son...whom happens to be the child of a known death eater staged a very similar coup not just a few days ago...where he forced the school to acknowledge his victory over Gryffindor house and the infamous Harry Potter's eldest son in Quidditch?" asked Rita with a rather smug expression.
Hermione had been un-phased.
"I know very well what my son has done." she replied. "But taking control of Hogwarts isn't one of them."
Ginny Potter walked over to her.
"Hermione if Phaeron is the cause of all this I'll..." she started not thinking through her choice of words.
"You'll what Ginerva?" asked Hermione turning her attention to her former friend. "Arrange an accident for me and my son fitting the one your so called husband arranged so callously for mine?"
Ginny fell silent.
"Hey it's not Ginny's fault Snape died, Hermione." said Ron defending his sister. "Face it Mione, Snape's a git and as far as everyone else is concerned he got what he deserved accident or not..."
Hermione quickly whirled on Ronald Weasley and proceeded to punch the mouthy red head square in the jaw causing the clumsy wizard to go crashing onto the ground. He looked up at his former friend stunned that she would be so cross with him.
"In the future Mr. Weasley I'd advise you to mind your tongue when mentioning my husband." she said in an emotionless tone. "And secondly, do not presume to know me on a personal level...it is Mrs. Snape if you are to address me and you will show me some respect."
The press got some good shots and footage of the altercation before Hermione proceeded to enter the grounds with the intent to wring her son's neck if he had indeed been the center of all of this. She had given him expressed instruction to stay clear of all things Potter.
The Headmaster's Office...
Ursula had still been sitting at Dumbledore's desk when there had been a knock at the door. She grabbed her wand and signaled for the others to do the same. She had been fully expecting a fight either from the Potters or from the staff. What she did not expect was to hear Phaeron's Snape's voice on the other side of the door.
"Urs you in here?" he asked with a voice filled with concern.
"What do you want Phaeron?" asked Ursula in an emotionless tone.
"What do you think I want?" he asked a little hurt by her coldness. "I want to know why you are doing this?"
Ursula gave the signal and Scorpius opened the door. Phaeron had been shocked to find a good deal of his friends inside right along with Potter and his new Marauders.
"Urs?" said Phaeron confused. "What's going on?"
Ursula smirked as she gripped her wand.
"We're taking over." she said simply. "Dumbledork has gone too far this time."
Phaeron sighed.
"Look, Urs if this is about him banning me from the field?" he started.
Ursula held up her hand.
"This stopped being about you a long time ago Snape." she said. "The time has come to remove the useless old goat from power."
"Urs..." said Phaeron not sure he understood what she meant.
"Do I have to spell it out for you Phaeron?" she asked. "Dumbledork's past crimes are about to come to the light right along with those of his precious Potter...I did not intend for you to be caught up in all this...in fact I wanted to make it perfectly clear that you had nothing to do with whats happening around Hogwarts...of course it won't stop them from blaming you...being a Snape you are an easy mark."
Phaeron shook his head as he looked over at his father's portrait.
"This is about maximum exposure." said Ursula plainly. "The entire wizarding world will be put on notice."
"On notice for what?" asked Phaeron.
"It's time for justice to be delivered." said Ursula gripping her wand tighter.
The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland...
Hermione Granger-Snape made her way over toward The Great Hall. Apparently, it had not been a joke when she was told about there being an all out Slytherin vs. Gryffindor war going on. She passed troops of students fighting on and off the grounds. The irate Mrs. Snape flicked her wand and her magic projected in such a magnificent manner that she caused everyone of the students to fall onto their backsides. They each looked up at the ebony clad witch in a mixture of shock and fear.
"All of you get to your respective dorms at once." she said with all the emotionless sharp pronunciation as her former Hogwarts Professor husband.
Slytherin students got to their feet respectfully.
A young hot-headed Gryffindor caught up in the emotional outcome of the chaos glared at her.
"I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOU OLD LADY!" he shouted. "WE DEMAND THOSE FUCKING SNAKES SLITHER BACK TO THEIR DUNGEONS!"
Hermione flicked her wand and immediately the boy was suspended in mid-air while his mouth was washed out with a thick bar of soap. Everyone watched in horror and amusement as bubbles came from his nose and ears.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth young man?" asked Hermione still without emotion. "And you call yourself a Gryffindor, an insult to my house if ever I saw one...aside from the likes of Harry Potter."
"Hey lady just who do you think you are." said some huffy Gryffindor girl with a bad attitude.
"Are you daft?" asked a Slytherin boy elbowing her. "That's Hermione Granger-Snape, Headmaster Snape's wife...Phaeron's war hero mother."
The Gryffindor girl's mouth hung agape as she looked into Hermione's eyes. Tales of what this witch had gone through during the second wizarding war and the loss of her husband echoed through out the corridors for years.
"Oh..." said the Gryffindor girl nervously. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't..."
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked passed the students.
"I suggest you all get to your dorms." she said not at all pleasantly.
Not needing to be told twice, the students all cleared out. Not a single one of them had been in sight when she reached the Great Hall. With a flick of her wand, Hermione disarmed the rather intricate but flimsy wards that held the staff of Hogwarts in place. The door of the Great Hall burst open and Dumbledore and the other staff members came out with their wands at the ready. Each of them had been surprised to see Hermione Granger-Snape on the other end of the door.
"Will someone tell me what in Merlin's name is going on here?" she asked.
The Grounds, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland...
Lucius Malfoy had been more than a little flustered when he arrived at Snape and Hermione's home but found that they had not returned. He correctly deduced that they might have instead gone to Hogwarts to deal with this problem in person. He apparated for the school as soon as he was out of the sight of muggles. He had been quite annoyed to find himself amid a sea of concerned parents and nosy reporters of course the worst had been that dreadful Rita Skeeter.
Despite the unpleasantness of his arrival, he had arrived just in time to see Hermione show Ronald Weasley what for. It put a near permanent smile upon his handsome pale face as he made his way over to the annoying hag in a bid to do damage control.
"I assure you all neither my son, godson or grandson have anything to do with this mess." he said casually. "Perhaps we should examine the Potter children in this instance...I mean...was Harry Potter not the same lad who use to break his fair share of rules here during his school years?...so it would stand to reason his offspring would want to follow in their father's foot steps."
The Headmaster's Office...
Harry Potter made it up to Dumbledore's office. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest as he reached the doors. Thoughts of his past actions coming to the light entered his mind. He had not wanted his children to know what he had done. His fear and regret took a backseat to his concern for both James Sirius and Albus Severus.
"EXPELLIAMUS!" shouted Harry as he focused his magic in a bid to open the heavily warded doors.
All eyes fell on the enraged Harry Potter as he pointed his wand at Phaeron Snape. He took one look at his son James Sirius and immediately let the hexes fly. Ursula countered quite a few of them before Harry sent her sailing to the ground possibly injured for her efforts. The other Slytherin students lent a hand at protecting Phaeron but found themselves ejected from the office.
"Dad what are you doing here!?" said Albus Severus stunned by his father's appearance.
"Get out of here Albus." said Harry still pointing his wand in Phaeron's direction. "This is between Phaeron and myself."
"What are you talking about Dad?" asked Albus Severus. "Phaeron didn't do anything..."
Before he could finish his sentence he too found himself ejected from the office. The doors slammed shut and him to prevent entry. Albus Severus beat wildly on the doors fearing his father would do something to harm his best friend.
"DAD STOP THIS PHAERON DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" shouted Albus Severus in vain.
Harry Potter turned his attention to the younger Snape.
James Sirius looked up at Albus Severus with confusion on his face. He had not known why his father had arrived but he was sure glad that he did. Still Harry Potter had looked deathly serious when he drew his wand on the much younger Snape.
"So it's come down to this." said Harry his green eyes narrowed at Phaeron.
The raven haired Slytherin gripped his wand tightly as he glared back at the seemingly deranged Harry Potter. This twitchy mass of nerves and aggression was the wizarding worlds great hero? This was the man James Sirius idolized in his pursuit to become more like him. It had been some time since his first meeting of this man and time did not seem to have been too kind to him.
"Is there some reason you have your wand trained on me?" asked Phaeron.
"Do you honestly think you can get away with what you've done to my sons?" asked Harry gripping his wand even tighter. "So when did you figure it out?...all the stuff on the Quidditch field...was that just to make me sweat over my son's safety or were you eventually going to confront me?"
Phaeron arched an eyebrow at the deranged wizard before him.
"I'm in no mood for games Phaeron." said Harry. "You and I both know that I was the one that killed your father."
Phaeron's obsidian eyes widened in absolute shock. All the secrets. All the lies. All the blatant mistreatment seemed to make perfect sense now. His mother's blatant hatred of all things Potter wasn't due to his father being tormented by this sorry excuse for a wizard's father. It was because...the accident. Dumbledore had known...Dumbledore had kept this a secret from the entire wizarding world.
Harry Potter had been shocked as well noting that Phaeron Snape had no idea that he had been the one that killed Severus Snape in the Fortress of Solitude. He had just exposed himself and his darkest deed to the one person who should never have known. Especially not in the form of a full on confession.
Rage erupted in Phaeron and he launched himself at Harry Potter.
"YOU MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!" he shouted leaping over the desk and crashing into a nerve-shot Harry Potter. "IT WAS YOU!? ALL OF THESE PEOPLE ACT LIKE YOUR SOME BIG SHOT HERO AND YOU ARE JUST AS SICK AND TWISTED AS THEY COME!"
Harry struggled to get out of the enraged teen's grasp. He managed to get free and scramble to his feet. Phaeron grabbed his wand and aimed it at the treacherous bastard standing before him.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" shouted Phaeron.
Harry deflected the spell making it bounce off his ward shield and fly towards the enraged young Slytherin wizard.
Phaeron had been seconds from feeling the curse that nearly ended the life of his father when it was suddenly deflected. Harry Potter's emerald green eyes shifted to the imposing ebony clad figure that appeared straight from his night terrors.
"F-Father?" said Phaeron stunned at his father's appearance at Hogwarts.
Severus Snape said nothing as he glared at Harry James Potter for the first time in nearly 16 years. The son of his most hated enemy and former lover whom had the audacity to try and murder him while his defenses were down.
"EXPELLIAMUS!" shouted Snape throwing Harry Potter through the heavy office doors.
The green eyed wizard fumbled about the ground getting his wand and making his way back to his feet. His heart was racing now as he looked into the cold obsidian eyes of his former Potions Professor.
"Stupefy!" shouted Harry waving his wand.
Snape deflected it effortlessly.
Harry backed into the hall coming across the speechless students who were treated to an irate Severus Snape clad in his trademark ebony attire complete with his cloak billowing behind him like a raging storm.
"SNAPE!?" said James Sirius looking on with his mouth agape.
"Ignis!" said Harry flicking his wand at Snape.
Again Snape deflected the spell with ease.
"This isn't happening." said the green eyed wizard terrified. "You...you should be dead."
"sphaera pruina!" shouted Snape as he continued to advance on the terrified wizard before him.
Everyone poured out into the corridors upon hearing the sound of wands in combat.
Dumbledore's unnerving blue eyes widened when he caught sight of the figure cloaked in ebony.
"Severus?" he said gripping his wand.
Minerva McGonagall, Flitwick, and Draco all stared on in utter shock. Hermione gripped her wand as well. She was not about to let anyone harm her husband or her son. Phaeron made his way out into the courtyard with his wand gripped in his hand. Harry Potter had been the reason he spent eleven years without his father. Harry Potter had been the reason his mother had cried so long in the dark when she thought he had gone to bed. Harry Potter had been the reason for all of his father's suffering trapped between realms.
Dumbledore made his way over to Harry deflecting spells and hexes from Snape in the process.
The Courtyard...
Dumbledore's sorrowful blue eyes met those cold obsidian of Severus Sebastian Snape in the flesh. He had truly regretted all that he had done in pursuit of ending the second wizarding war. He had no intention of letting Harry suffer the consequences of his folly. Hermione had become so bitter after Snape's subsequent loss that she drew away from any and everyone that had been trying to help her. When Phaeron first arrived at Hogwarts all Dumbledore could think about was how easily Severus slipped through his fingers and into the hands of Voldemort. He thought perhaps if he implemented some discipline then the boy would be better off.
"It's good to see you...Severus." said Dumbledore in his usually pleasant tone.
Snape simply glared coldly at him.
"I suppose you wish for some kind of closure." said Dumbledore.
Snape still said nothing as he glared at Albus Dumbledore.
Harry looked back n forth between the two most powerful wizards he had ever known. His guilt over what he had done to Snape had been eating away at him for so many years he had not known what it was like to have a moment where he didn't want to vomit the contents of his stomach and his moment had been no different as he proceeded to do just that in the center of the courtyard.
"What is it that you want Severus?" asked Dumbledore. "Perhaps we can come to an understanding."
"I will not negotiate with you Albus." said Snape echoing the words often said to him by the Headmaster.
Dumbledore glared at the younger wizard.
"It seems your boy has gotten a great deal from you in terms of character." he said.
"And it seems Potter is still the same weak pathetic little shite he's been since he first walked through those doors." said Snape gesturing to the entrance. "Let me make myself perfectly clear...my son is a student at this school...my son is not to be trifled with in any fashion...lest I destroy the pretty little harem you have built for yourselves...the great Harry Potter will be see as the murderer he is and you his enabler."
Dumbledore sighed.
He had been tired of keeping such a weighty secret.
"Harry is not to blame." said the older wizard.
"Potter is most certainly to blame." said Snape glaring at the trembling mass.
As the two wizards talked they had not taken note of Phaeron as he made his way across the courtyard.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" shouted Phaeron aiming his wand at the barely stable Harry Potter.
The messy haired wizard collapsed onto the ground writhing in pain. Both Snape and Dumbledore drew their wands and looked in Phaeron's direction. Before Snape could utter a word the old wizard had cast his hex.
"Ventus propellus!" he shouted.
Phaeron stared down at the old wizard who had his wand pointed at him. The spell despite the spot on accuracy did not hit him. Much to the younger wizard's horror...Severus Snape had jumped in the path of the hex and found himself flung into the side of the castle. Dumbledore put a lid on his temper and turned his attention to Harry.
The green eyed wizard was writhing in pain.
"STOP THIS!" shouted Dumbledore frantic.
Blood had begun to pool around Harry as he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Hermione ran over toward her enraged son as he glared down at Harry Potter.
"Phaeron!" she shouted amazed at his level of cruelty.
"He's got it coming mother." said Phaeron without emotion.
"Phaeron this isn't you." said Hermione. "Harry Potter is a despicable excuse for a wizard but killing him will not solve anything."
"Anguis funibus!" shouted Phaeron blatantly ignoring his mother.
Harry was immediately siezed by serpent-like ropes that hissed and cut into his already bloodied flesh. He screamed loud enough to get the attention of everyone out on the courtyard.
"PHAERON STOP THIS!" shouted Hermione desperately trying to get through to her son.
Dumbledore aimed his wand at Phaeron.
"Phaeron I must insist that you stop this." he said. "If you don't I will be forced to put a stop to it."
"DO YOUR WORST OLD MAN!" shouted Phaeron as his rage seemed to grip him into madness. "YOU SPEAK FOR THAT MURDERER AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND CLAIM MY FATHER WAS A BAD PERSON!"
"Phaeron...Severus and Harry both are complicated wizards." said Dumbledore.
"FUCK OFF OLD MAN!" shouted Phaeron.
"You leave me no choice." said Dumbledore then he flicked his wand in Phaeron's direction. "Crucio!"
Immediately the young Snape collapsed onto the ground a ways from Harry Potter. He gritted his teeth and clawed at the ground in the midst of his agony. The pain had almost been much more than he could bare.
"Sensitivi Spellus projecto!" shouted the voice of Severus Snape as he made his way back to the courtyard.
Phaeron looked over at his father who collapsed onto the ground he could see the veins bulge in his father's neck and the blood trickle from his mouth and nose.
"Let him go old man!" shouted Phaeron narrowing his eyes at Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that." said the elder wizard.
"I SAID LET HIM GO!" shouted Phaeron pointing his wand at Dumbledore who looked at him un-phased.
"Release Harry Potter." said the older wizard without batting an eyelash.
"LET MY FATHER GO!" shouted Phaeron.
"I will not negotiate with you Phaeron." said Dumbledore. "Your father chose to take your punishment and as such he is enduring a great deal of agony at the moment."
"Phaeron please." said Hermione greatly upset.
Phaeron turned his wand on Harry Potter.
"Spellus Finitus!" he said bitterly.
Harry blacked out at the moment of relief. Dumbledore glared at Phaeron letting the agony he was causing Snape sink in to drive his message home.
"LET HIM GO OLD MAN!" shouted Phaeron turning his wand back onto Dumbledore.
"I trust Mr. Snape that we will have no further issue with you?" asked the Headmaster.
"Fine." replied Phaeron almost completely disarmed.
"I want a wizard's oath." said Dumbledore.
"You have my oath as a wizard that I won't try and kill your precious Potters." replied Phaeron bitterly. "NOW LET MY FATHER GO!"
Dumbledore released Snape from his curse. The elder Snape glared at the old bastard. He should have known the prat would ensure to cause him as much pain as possible. Of course had he used that spell on Phaeron Severus would have killed him. This time permanently.
Hermione ran to Snape's side as he got to his feet. Phaeron ran over toward his father. He glared murderously at Dumbledore and Harry Potter.
"Phaeron." said Hermione checking him. "Are you alright?"
Albus Severus had not known what to make of all that happened. He stared blankly at both his wounded father and the newly returned Professor Snape.
James Sirius ran over to Harry and tried to help him stand.
Dumbledore instructed the able bodied Professors to get Harry and Snape top the infirmary. Snape refused treatment and stood on his own power despite the obvious pain he had been in when He and Hermione entered Dumbledore's office. Phaeron sat out in the hall as he glared at the heavy wooden doors.
They discussed Phaeron's hand in the chaotic events and determined that it was Ursula Black who had lead the uprising. Phaeron had been simply defending himself from Harry Potter who had inadvertently revealed the truth about what happened all those years ago to him. The boy's rage no longer had any merit with Snape turning up alive and well for the most part so Dumbledore was willing to forget the whole thing but his barring from Quidditch and the expulsion of his friend Ursula Black was his most stated demands. Ursula's actions caused what could have been a catastrophic event and given the revelation of Harry Potter being the one to nearly kill Severus him spending less time around James Potter II without supervision as possible was a must.
Phaeron was free to continue his studies at Hogwarts without interference.
It was still a raw deal but Phaeron had only one year left. Hermione agreed to the terms wishing to get all this over with and with full knowledge that her son stood a good chance of going to Azkaban should they fight this since he had attacked a wizarding world official and pointed his wand at the Headmaster with intent to hex him. Snape remained silent ever since he had been released from the Cruciatus Curse. He seemed to age a good deal more moving rather slowly in the process.
Hermione had been greatly interested in getting him home.
Phaeron had been out in the hall while they discussed his academic fate. Ursula had come out of the office shortly after being summoned by Dumbledore and walked passed him. The raven haired Slytherin got to his feet and accompanied her to the door.
"Urs?" he said concerned.
She simply smiled at him and proceeded out into the grounds.
Phaeron had been about to follow her when he felt the familiar grip of his father's on his arm.
"Let me go father." said Phaeron attempting to pull away.
"Let her go." said Snape in an emotionless tone.
"What?" asked Phaeron outraged. "She's my girlfriend...I can't just let her..."
Snape tightened his grip on his son.
"Phaeron." said The Potions Master evenly.
"Father please..." pleaded Phaeron. "I have to know where she is going...I have to tell her..."
Snape sighed.
"What difference does it make?" he asked. "She's been expelled."
Phaeron looked into his father's eyes as his own emotions began to war with one another.
"I'm sorry." said Snape understanding.
Phaeron ceased his struggle.
"Me too." he replied with a coldness in his tone mirroring that of his father's. "Either way I seem to lose whatever I care about."
Snape had no words for him as he watched the broken hearted teen make his way over toward the bench.
"It won;t be like this for long." said The Potions Master trying to offer his son some advice.
"Sure." replied Phaeron bitterly. "You and I both know that isn't true."
Hermione emerged from the office and looked over at Phaeron. She sighed noting his apparent heartbreak. Snape glared at Dumbledore who seemed to have gotten all that he wanted out of this little deal. The unnerving twinkle behind his blue eyes had been inappropriate and aggravating.
"Do take care of yourself Severus." said Dumbledore in a pleasant manner.
Without warning Snape lunged forward and punched the older wizard square in the jaw. Dumbledore had been caught off guard and fell onto the floor. Snape glared murderously down at his victim.
"If my son comes home with so much as a scratch or if Potter is allowed to say one fucking thing to him..I'll know and I;ll come back here and finished the job I started 16 year ago...you self-centered pride-mongering Gryffindor fairy son of a bitch!" said Snape enraged. "I assure you this time old man I will not have a change of heart and no one of these other witches or wizards will stand against me after all your dirty little secrets are revealed to the public...and in the future old man... Do. Not. Ever point your fucking wand at my son again!"
Dumbledore had been actually trembling as he looked up at Snape.
He knew all too well if pushed too far the dour wizard would make good on his promise.
"Understood Severus." said Dumbledore trying in vein to fix his broken half-moon specticals
Hermione patted Phaeron on the head and made her way to the door.
Snape turned to his son.
"I am to know everything that goes on behind these walls." he said in a stern tone. "If that son of a bitch so much as looks at you wrong I want to know about it."
Phaeron nodded.
"Y-Yes sir." he replied.
"We'll see you at the break." said Snape placing his hand briefly on Phaeron's shoulder.
"You'd better have your studies up to par young man." said Hermione waggling her finger.
"I will Mother." replied Phaeron.
The raven haired Slytherin watched as his parents disapparated from Hogwarts. Dumbledore scrambled back to his feet and went back into his office. Phaeron made his way toward the Slytherin dungeons. His mind had been on Ursula Black and where she might be going in the future. He made up his mind that once his stint at Hogwarts was one he would go after her.
Elsewhere...
Unbeknownst to Albus Dumbledore and Harry James Potter, Ursula Black had broadcast the confession of Harry attempting to murder Severus Snape during the second war and the massive cover up orchestrated by Albus Dumbledore had been brought into the light. Of course all of this had been over shadowed by the wildly spreading news of Severus Snape's return the wizarding world.
Ursula Black smirked as she read her latest edition of The Daily Prophet. She kicked her heels up on a stone slab in the center of a darkened room and began to cackle at the success of her latest plan. As she cackled the magical disguise she wore melted off her body and a much older aged witch with wild curly hair and deep chaotic eyes emerged from her youthful form.
The cackling continued as Bellatrix Black smirked at herself in the make-shift mirror.
Ursula Black's time at Hogwarts had come to an end.
Bellatrix Black's plans for revenge were only just beginning.