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By the way, I blew off a ton of homework to write this, I am so screwed! Read and enjoy!
CHAPTER EIGHT: It's a Big Deal!
Ron sat at the kitchen table, nibbling on the end of his quill while Hermione looked over their plans. The piles of papers with every minute detail for their plan. Evangeline sat opposite of him, glaring at the clean surface of the table top.
She was in another fit, because Hermione had informed her that she would be wearing wizards robes, and playing the part of a secretary. Evangeline was not happy.
"I can't wear anything normal?" she pouted. Hermione gave her an annoyed sigh.
"No, Ev. Your definition of normal is not normal."
"But all gray?" Evangeline said, making a gagging noise. Hermione rolled her eyes and Evangeline went into silence again. Ron preferred it that way. She was so bloody annoying, she didn't even belong there. She had after all, been with Malfoy. The very thought sickened Ron.
Who was she to show up after months of worrying? To even expect them to welcome her with open arms was ridiculous. Her father was a Slytherin. A Slytherin! Ron hoped that she wouldn't tell them out to the Death Eaters. Of, course who knew? Maybe she was waiting for their plan to be in motion before betraying them.
All Ron knew, is that he didn't like her. He didn't trust her.
She was trouble.
"Hermione. . ." Evangeline whined.
"Ev, for the last time, no. I realize that this is not fun for you, but it's not fun for us either," snapped Hermione. Evangeline looked shame-faced.
"Sorry, 'Mione. I'm just going stir crazy in here."
"Don't worry, we all are."
Hermione glanced up at Ron, a delicate blush coming to her cheeks. Ron found the sight very pleasing. Hermione had defiantly changed since their first year. There was no denying that Hermione was very pretty. Ron had often wondered what it would be like to kiss Hermione Granger.
She was a girl.
But she was also his best friend.
Ron liked her.
But she was his best friend. Anything like that could ruin their friendship, Ron wasn't willing to risk that. . . .yet. Now was not the time.
Ron stared at the newly cleaned kitchen, favor of Kreacher. The whole house was much cleaner for it, Harry finally getting through to the house-elf. At least he was fed, and dust no longer clinged to every surface. Old Dusty was still around though.
"I've got news, and you won't like it," called Harry's voice from that hallway before he entered the room. Kreacher came running, a clean white towel around his small body, Regulus's locket bouncing on his thin chest as he took Harry's Invisibility Cloak.
"Shoe's off, if you please, Master Harry, and hands washed before dinner," croaked Kreacher.
"What's happened?" he asked, nervously. Harry strode over to them and threw down a news paper on top of their pile of notes and plans.
The ever familiar picture of a hook-nosed, black-haired man stared up at them all, the headline read:
SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER
"No!" he yelled with Hermione. Evangeline gave a shuddering breath and looked away from the paper, up at Harry. Had Ron been paying attention he would've seen angry tears filling her eyes. No, Ron watched as Hermione lifted the paper and began reading the article.
"'Severus Snape, long standing Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Alecto Carrow will take the post while her brother, Amycus Carrow, fills the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
" 'I've welcomed the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values-"
"Stop."
"Like committing murder and cutting off people's ears, I suppose! Snape, headmaster! Snape in Dumbledore's study - Merlin's pants!" Hermione shrieked, un-hearing to Evangeline's faint plea.
"Please, stop."
Silence filled the air as Evangeline took her head in her hands and groaned. Harry and Ron, who had both been surprised at Hermione's outburst turned nervous glances at the two females in the room.
Evangeline's shoulders shook as she took a deep breath. Ron almost thought she was crying until she looked up and glared at the picture of Severus Snape on the front page. The savage look in her eyes, noticed.
"How dare he, take over his position!" she growled. "After all that he did, he thinks he can get away with murder and- and. . . do this?" She rose to her feet, drawing her wand. "Well, there's another thing coming for him. I'll take good care of him."
"Ev!" cried Harry. "Calm down. It's not like you can just march into Hogwarts and attack Snape."
Evangeline shot him a sarcastic look, as if daring him.
"We'll see about that."
"Ev, sit down! This is madness!"
Evangeline looked at them all, the anger slowly fading from her eyes; she sat in her chair heavily dropping her wand on the surface and staring at it with a look of horror.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking you can do?" Ron said. "Walk in and win a duel with Snape?"
"I was going to-, I'm sorry, I don't know whats wrong with me," whispered Evangeline. "I've been feeling awful lately, craving things, and just so angry. . ."
Ron leaned over to whisper into Harry's ear. Unfortunately he hadn't quite mastered the art of whispering quietly.
"Is it PMS, you wonder?"
Evangeline shot him a livid glare. Hermione looked as if she had just found out something rather important.
"The full moon," she breathed. "It's tomorrow night. You're feeling the effects of lycanthropy!" Evangeline's eyes widened like huge blue orbs.
"What!" she shrieked. "I'm not going to change shape am I?"
"No, you'll just be enamored with the moon."
"Wait, what? Enamored?" asked Evangeline, her expression still one of horror.
"The moon will make you a bit. . . . exciting to be around. The moment you see it, you won't remember anything of the night until the sun rises."
"I'll be moonstruck?" she gasped in alarm. She looked away from them muttering under her breath with curses. "Bloody hell, I'll be just like a batty. . . . unicorn turds. . . .this is not my best day. . .-"
Ron snorted with laughter, in which Evangeline shot him a dark look.
"No wonder, she's been craving rare steaks!"
"It's not funny Ron," Hermione chastised. "This is serious. One look at the moon and she'll be impossible to be around. It'll be like dealing with a deranged feral dog- oh, that was a bad pun."
"You think?" squeaked Evangeline.
"Hasn't this happened before? I mean, you being moonstruck?"
"Not that I recall, I was usually in bed early. . ." Evangeline replied looking at the wall in thought. Hermione frowned and looked seriously at him and Harry. Ron still thought it funny, that Evangeline would become moonstruck. Enamored with the moon, that was a new one for him. He wondered if that's how Bill got on the full moon.
"We'll need to keep you out of the moonlight, maybe I have a potion that can help you get to sleep earlier?" Hermione trailed off. It was silent until Harry spoke.
Ron was hungry, fish and chips sounded really good right now. . . .
"Back to the plan," said Harry, calling for their attention. Hermione became alert, Evangeline drew her gaze back to Harry and Ron scooted closer.
"Nothing big happened today," said Harry. "I think we should do it tomorrow."
Hermione's jaw dropped, Ron choked nearly falling out of his chair. Smooth, he thought to himself, right in front of Hermione. Evangeline stared at Harry as if he'd grown another head.
"Tomorrow?" asked Evangeline. "You aren't serious. ."
"I am," said Harry. "I don't think waiting any longer will prepare us any more. The longer we put it off, the farther away the locket could be. There's already a chance that Umbridge chucked it; the thing doesn't even open."
"Unless," Ron said, "she's found a way to open it, and she's now possessed." The thought itself was frightening.
"Wouldn't make any difference to her, she was so evil in the first place," Harry replied with an indifferent shrug. Hermione was biting her lip, deep in thought.
"We know everything important," Harry went on, Ron was still skeptical. "We know they've stopped Apparition in and out of the Ministry. We know only the most senior Ministry members are allowed to connect their homes to the Floo Network now, because Ron heard those two Unspeakables complaining about it. And we know roughly where Umbridges office is, because of what Hermione heard that bearded bloke saying to his mate -"
" 'I'll be up on level one, Dolores wants to see me,'" Hermione recited immediately.
"Exactly," said Harry. "And we know you get in using those funny coins, or tokens, or whatever they are, because I saw that witch borrowing one from her friend-"
"But we haven't got any!"
"If the plan works, we will have," Harry went on calmly. Evangeline looked at him sceptically.
"If it does, whose to say we'll even get near it?" she asked.
"Trust me, it's time to act," Harry told her sternly. Evangeline dropped the matter and the four set to work going over the plans. Finally Evangeline stood and stretched her arms over her head.
"Well, I know my part, I better get some rest," she walked to the door before turning back to then with a smile. "Who knows, I might need it in case I get moonstruck!" She disappeared out the door, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Ron glared at the spot she had once stood.
"Finally."
"Ron," said Hermione warning in her tone.
"What? I don't like her, I don't even know why we invited her to come along."
"I did, Ron, we need her," said Harry standing.
"What for? It's always just been us three!"
"She knows things, and I think she's in as much danger as we are in."
"Like what?" Ron asked sarcastically. What could be so dangerous for the pure-blood daughter of a Slytherin?
"Voldemort's looking for her I think," Harry said. "I saw her picture the other day, it said she was wanted."
"Evangeline?" asked Hermione in a small voice.
"I think that Voldemort feels that she is a threat. He did after all kill off his family. Whose to say he won't try to kill of her side? Ev, has purer blood than he does, he knows that. He's trying to be the only heir of Salazar; he killed his own father, Obliviated his Uncle, who died in Azkaban."
"He is really after her?" said Hermione. Harry nodded.
"But why?" asked Ron, sneering. "What's so important about her?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"She's a pure-blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Voldemort's father was a muggle; making him a half-blood. If Voldemort actually lived up to his beliefs and standards, it would make her superior to him. He most likely views her as a threat. She makes him look bad, so he is trying to get rid of her."
Ron frowned. It made sense in a way, but to kill Evangeline? It seemed against what Voldemort was trying to accomplish.
Out in the hallway, Evangeline stood against the open door in the shadows, listening to every word. Praying to every form of God, that her family was safe, and that she wouldn't jeopardize her friends safety. Tomorrow would be interesting. . .
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! What could possibly happen?
Just kidding. Gosh Ron is so. . . . moody. I don't know why I wrote him like that, maybe because I feel like it? Hmmm. Well, that's that for now. Thank you to all you lovely readers, reviewers and alerters. You are awesome, as always! :)
~CHAO