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A/N: *sigh* this is just taking me forever. I've graduated and am hopefully getting a job soon. I have been lazing about on ff.n reading and buying new video games, but I think I'm finally really going to get onto more of Furry.
Thank you everyone for hanging in there.
And I feel I need to apologise for being so bitchy in earlier chapters, I really didn't like school but I had no right to take it out on everyone else. I write because I like to write, not because of wanting reviews(which are nice and greatly appreciated) but for the sheer joy of writing. I somehow seemed to have had a temporary loss of sanity(or insanity, however you want to look at it) but am back on track now.
It was like that how Severus found Tom and Zion not an hour later, both dead to the world at the foot of the bed.
It was adorable to see Tom trusting enough to fall asleep in anothers presence. Even if the idiotic boy would lose any and all trust Tom had in him when he found out who he really was.
If only Dumbledore hadn't been so black and white about things.
Severus found himself deeply immersing himself in his memories of the recent past and why things today came to be.
There were worse groups than the Death Eaters, but they somehow always received the blame. Unfortunately, it was the more radical and stupid of their followers that seemed to continuously get cought.
The Death Eaters were actually a political group known for their ruthlessness and being fearless in any situation. In the court room or being threatened in public. And whenever one of their own were threatened, they gave back ten fold to the agressor.
But Dumbledore happened to be one of many who had been crushed and pushed aside under the iron fist of the Death Eaters at an earlier point and time, and was dead set on getting his revenge.
Just because he was wrong about how the muggleborns should be brought into the magical world does not mean all of his ideas should be scrapped. They just needed improvements and to be a bit more, well… useful.
Now he had control of every child that passed through the school system that hadn't been taught proper history of what had happened. He masterfully manipulated anyone and everyone he could get close enough to mind rape.
Why else would the current minister be totally and completely useless with out the old codger? Dumbles had gone and messed up another's mind to the extremes.
Serverus shook his head trying to get images of how the minister used to be before the old man's interference. Not a half bad politician and had a lot of charisma. He saw things from both sides and people saw him as a potentially good leader.
Until Dumbledore got his claws into the man and had completely changed the very essence of what he used to be.
It isn't a short or easy process to break a mind to the point the ministers currently was. No, the headmaster had secreted away the politician and tore through his mind completely changing him. Making him totally malleable and almost worshipping Dumbledore.
The official reports stated that the newly elected minister had to take time off for a "mental holiday." But anyone in the ministry during that time at least had a guess as to what really happened. No one ever out right accused Dumbledore of anything though. If anyone even got too brave, they suddenly found themselves jobless and not able to get another. Being reduced to having to go into the muggle world for anything they needed.
It was so sad that it had come to this. Dumbledore pointing the finger and Tom not even getting a chance to defend himself.
All because the victor writes history. And if Dumbledore says something, everyone in the room better shut up and religiously worship every word. Because they were all spineless sheep who followed his every command.
It really is sad how stupid magic has made wizards and witches in this day and age.
Severus finally snapped out of his musings when he felt a pair of eyes watching him. When he looked towards the bed, a pair of emeralds glinted in the early morning light. And it was all he could see, the rest of his new found friend was quite hidden by the deep shadows that were beginning to cover the room.
Debating on weather to enjoy the silence or to go ahead and start his day, his decision was made for him when he walked up to the bed and a tail firmly grasped his wrist. Gently smiling down at the half awake over-grown kitten he quickly changed into something more comfortable and slid up into the warm "dog-pile" that Tom and Zion had started.
It didn't take him long for the dark embers of sleep to drag his mind into unconsciousness.
If house elf's knew what digital cameras were they would have whipped them out and taken many many pictures later to be sold online to the rabid fans everywhere. But fortunately for the sleeping trio, house elves didn't and they were left in relative silence.
That is, until the Death Eaters got pissed for waking up so early and their "Lord" got to sleep in. So most made sure to dissapperate loudly away after 20 minutes and no sign of hide or hair of Tom in any direction.
The resounding crack of that many people at once woke nearly the entire complex, except our favorite trio. Thank gods for silencing wards.
AN: yes, I have more to say. I realize this ending was rather silly, but I've been rather depressed lately, and it made me smile.
On the other hand, I am looking for a beta reader, but I'd rather have a volunteer than to have to ask someone.
I just need someone to bounce ideas back and fourth. Because I don't think my spelling and grammar is that bad… I really don't know where to go from here… I keep writing pointless fluff scenes and can't some up with anything better to make the plot move on. So PM me with your e-mail if you are interested.
For the record, I'm not giving up, I just hit a road block and can't seem to get around it.
*edit* thank you Reg for pointing out my mistakes, I just realized I forgot to turn on the spell checker.. oops ^_^;;;