Days had past with no word from Snape. Danissa had begun to give up on the idea of him helping her. Her mother hadn't given her a set of instructions in case Snape refused to help.
Danissa made up her mind to go back to Azkaban and see if maybe she could get something from her mother or father.
As Danissa began out the door for Azkaban, she was interrupted by a boy standing on her front step.
"May I help you?" she asked him, and was somewhat put off by the smirk he gave her.
"So…." he began, "You must be the LeStrange brat." He walked into her house as though he owned it.
"And you are?" She asked
"The Malfoy brat." he replied, turning on his heel and sticking out his hand. "Draco Malfoy, at your service."
"Charmed, now if you don't mind I have to be somewhere…" she motioned for him to leave.
"Professor Snape sent me." This stopped Danissa in her tracks.
"Why? Does he have an answer for me?" Danissa fired questions at Draco, who only smiled-obviously loving the power-shift.
"He sends a message…" Draco said slowly, and walked further into Danissa's foyer, examining her knickknacks on the table.
Danissa shut the door behind her, sensing his game and being forced to play along. "And?"
"These really are fascinating…" Draco said, picking up one of her family heirlooms. "Do you know what century this is?"
"Haven't a clue." Danissa said hurriedly and snatched it out of Draco's hand. "It belonged to my father." she placed it back on the table. "Most things in this house belonged to my parents."
"Let me guess? Dead? Or in Azkaban?" Draco asked, his arms folded as he leaned against the table, his eyes still scanning her house.
"Azkaban….now can you get on with Snape's message?"
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The next day, Haley Dale returned to Azkaban to search for more clues.
She first stopped by Black's cell, still empty. The dirt floor and jagged walls looked as pitiful as any of the other occupants'. She looked it over closely, still nothing new…nothing that would explain how this happened.
In the cell next to Blacks, a man very much insane from his years in Azkaban, was howling at the top of his lungs.
"Where my dog?" he asked Haley as she passed by him. "Where my dog? I had a dog…where my dog?" The man's pleading became more urgent as she walked away.
"Poor fool." Haley said under her breath, "He doesn't even know where he is."
As Haley turned a corner in the cramped hallway she was confronted with a man dressed all in black.
"Severus Snape?" Haley asked raising an eyebrow. "What brings you to Azkaban Prison?"
"Miss Dale…." Snape said in greeting and tried to pass her.
"I asked you a question." Haley said stepping in front of him. "Don't forget I am an auror, cooperating with me would be a good idea."
"Ahh…yes. Tell me, Miss Dale, any word on Black?" His eyebrows raised. "It really is a pity you let him slip thru your fingers at Hogwarts. I'm sure the Ministry was most disappointed."
Haley looked down at her feet.
"If you will excuse me." Snape pushed past her and was half way down the hall before she could stop him.
"Damn." she said to herself, angry for letting Snape get to her. "I'm reaching for straws here anyway…Snape wouldn't have helped Black tie his shoes, let alone escape…"
Danissa made up her mind to go back to Azkaban and see if maybe she could get something from her mother or father.
As Danissa began out the door for Azkaban, she was interrupted by a boy standing on her front step.
"May I help you?" she asked him, and was somewhat put off by the smirk he gave her.
"So…." he began, "You must be the LeStrange brat." He walked into her house as though he owned it.
"And you are?" She asked
"The Malfoy brat." he replied, turning on his heel and sticking out his hand. "Draco Malfoy, at your service."
"Charmed, now if you don't mind I have to be somewhere…" she motioned for him to leave.
"Professor Snape sent me." This stopped Danissa in her tracks.
"Why? Does he have an answer for me?" Danissa fired questions at Draco, who only smiled-obviously loving the power-shift.
"He sends a message…" Draco said slowly, and walked further into Danissa's foyer, examining her knickknacks on the table.
Danissa shut the door behind her, sensing his game and being forced to play along. "And?"
"These really are fascinating…" Draco said, picking up one of her family heirlooms. "Do you know what century this is?"
"Haven't a clue." Danissa said hurriedly and snatched it out of Draco's hand. "It belonged to my father." she placed it back on the table. "Most things in this house belonged to my parents."
"Let me guess? Dead? Or in Azkaban?" Draco asked, his arms folded as he leaned against the table, his eyes still scanning her house.
"Azkaban….now can you get on with Snape's message?"
--
The next day, Haley Dale returned to Azkaban to search for more clues.
She first stopped by Black's cell, still empty. The dirt floor and jagged walls looked as pitiful as any of the other occupants'. She looked it over closely, still nothing new…nothing that would explain how this happened.
In the cell next to Blacks, a man very much insane from his years in Azkaban, was howling at the top of his lungs.
"Where my dog?" he asked Haley as she passed by him. "Where my dog? I had a dog…where my dog?" The man's pleading became more urgent as she walked away.
"Poor fool." Haley said under her breath, "He doesn't even know where he is."
As Haley turned a corner in the cramped hallway she was confronted with a man dressed all in black.
"Severus Snape?" Haley asked raising an eyebrow. "What brings you to Azkaban Prison?"
"Miss Dale…." Snape said in greeting and tried to pass her.
"I asked you a question." Haley said stepping in front of him. "Don't forget I am an auror, cooperating with me would be a good idea."
"Ahh…yes. Tell me, Miss Dale, any word on Black?" His eyebrows raised. "It really is a pity you let him slip thru your fingers at Hogwarts. I'm sure the Ministry was most disappointed."
Haley looked down at her feet.
"If you will excuse me." Snape pushed past her and was half way down the hall before she could stop him.
"Damn." she said to herself, angry for letting Snape get to her. "I'm reaching for straws here anyway…Snape wouldn't have helped Black tie his shoes, let alone escape…"