Authors Note: Hey bros! I'm back again! I was struck with inspiration rather suddenly! Yay I guess! Unfortunately I seem to be having a slight writers block on Center of the Hive, I'm brainstorming but none of it seems to work! I've been thinking about a new fic, should I start one? Also, I'd like to thank my reviewers but I can only remember three of them! I'm a big fan of two and the other is my best friend (her amnesia fic is still amazing though!). Sooooo…Rokkis and Wizardsgirl, thank you! Your stories are amazing and inspire me to be just as great! TheOneInTheMirror, your reviews really perk up my day! Thank you! Also, I still have your graduation gift….I need to get that to you…
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
All the Queens Men
She croons, huddled in the cave she was birthed in –perfectdarkgiveroflives- and layers the floor near the pool of water with her special resin. Her secondary arms still cradle the small boy, -keephimclosealwaysalwaysallisready- as she finally settles against a wall and allow the energy to swirl around her and form the birthing sac. The Queen huffs lightly in discomfort, the energy works fast and the first of many eggs were already forming.
Snape was worried, very worried. His perpetually sneering mouth was pulled into a worried frown as he sends his patronus to fetch the Headmaster as he investigated the large hole in the floor. The man held a paralyzing potion in one hand, muscles tense in preparation to throw, as he edged to where he had seen the strange black creature disappear with the still recovering Potter. The hole was large, large enough for Hagrid to fit comfortably through, and its edges hissed softly as whatever substance was on it ate away at the ancient stone. He braces himself against the bed Potter was lying in, leaning over the hole cautiously. It yawns open into a large and old pipe that must have been used to heat the floor of the Hospital if Snape judged the still humid air wafting from the opening, the few chunks of floor that weren't devoured by the greenish liquid lay shattered at the bottom. He pulls himself back into an upright position and summons a glass thermometer from Poppy's office. Holding the very end of the glass, he gently prods the liquid. He immediately drops the rod as the liquid hisses almost angrily as it begins eating at the glass, the progress is slow due to the minimal amount on the rod but was still alarming for the small amount that had touched it. A swish of his wand lays a simple ward to repel curious hands from touching the acid, he turns to the bed he was just leaning on to investigate.
'Maybe the creature accidently grabbed the boy when it was searching for nesting material?' The dour man frowns to himself as the bedding proves to be left alone, pressing he palms into his eyes in frustration. "Ah, Severus my boy. What seems to be troubling you? Nothing dire I hope!" The jovial headmasters voice echoes slightly in the deserted Hospital Wing as he sweeps into the Wing.
"Headmaster, I'm afraid the…situation, as you put it, is indeed rather dire." Snape removes his hands from his eyes to gaze at the old man, the shine in his eyes dimming at the potions master's words. He motions the other man forward, wordlessly pointing at the hole and its now dormant acid. Dumbledore tilts his head in question, sliding closer to peer at where the potion master was pointing.
The old teacher seems to age in the span of a few seconds, murmuring almost to himself "Oh my. What could have caused this? I am going to assume that the reason Mr. Potter is no longer in that bed is because he went down there?"
Snape does not sneer or snarl he simply furrows his brow in a mixture of fear and concern, "Yes and no. A large black…thing, exited that hole that I am assuming it made with some sort of acidic spit, making off with the sleeping boy. I came here just in time to see it crawl back into those pipes." The old Headmasters expression twists into horrified stare, the innocent dripping of water in the pipe the only sound.