Good morning fanfiction, here is chapter four for Snakes chamber hoping you are enjoying it. J.K owns it all not me so no money is being made, please review and now on to the story…
Author point of view…
"Follow me," Snape ordered.
Not daring even to look at each other, Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps into the vast, echoing entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches. A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons.
"In!" he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passageway and pointing.
They entered Snape's office, shivering. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Harry didn't really want to know the name of at the moment. The fireplace was dark and empty. Snape closed the door and turned to look at them. Juliet seemed nothing like her Uncle, but she could be as cold and aloft as him.
"So," he said softly, "the train isn't good enough for the famous Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasley. Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we, boys?"
"No, sir, it was the barrier at King's Cross, it -"
"Silence!" said Snape coldly. "What have you done with the car?" Ron gulped. This wasn't the first time Snape had given Harry the impression of being able to read minds. But a moment later, he understood, as Snape unrolled today's issue of the Evening Prophet.
"You were seen," he hissed, showing them the headline: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES. He began to read aloud: "Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower ... at noon in Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing ... Mr. Angus Fleet, of Peebles, reported to police ... Six or seven Muggles in all. I believe your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office?" he said, looking up at Ron and smiling still more nastily.
"Dear, dear ... his own son…" Harry felt as though he'd just been walloped in the stomach by one of the mad tree's larger branches. If anyone found out Mr. Weasley had bewitched the car ... he hadn't thought of that...
"I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow," Snape went on. "That tree did more damage to us than we -" Ron blurted out. "Silence!" snapped Snape again. "Most unfortunately, you are not in my House and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power. You will wait here." Harry and Ron stared at each other, white-faced. Harry didn't feel hungry any more. He now felt extremely sick. He tried not to look at a large, slimy something suspended in green liquid on a shelf behind Snape's desk. If Snape had gone to fetch Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, they were hardly any better off. She might be fairer than Snape, but she was still extremely strict, now Juliet definitely was her granddaughter Harry smiled to himself despite their predicament.
Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough it was Professor McGonagall who accompanied him. Harry had seen Professor McGonagall angry on several occasions, but either he had forgotten just how thin her mouth could go, or he had never seen her this angry before. She raised her wand the moment she entered; Harry and Ron both flinched, but she merely pointed it at the empty fireplace, where flames suddenly erupted. Bloody hell, Harry thought this was exactly where Juliet got her demeanor from, she didn't look like someone to fear until she wanted people to fear her.
"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.
"Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.
Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through.
"So we had no choice, Professor, we couldn't get on the train."
"Why didn't you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?" Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry.
Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, which seemed the obvious thing to have done." I - I didn't think -"
"That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious."
There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it. There stood the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.
Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them, and
Harry suddenly found himself wishing he and Ron were still being beaten up by the Whomping Willow.
There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, "Please explain why you did this."
It would have been better if he had shouted. Harry hated the disappointment in his voice. For some reason, he was unable to look Dumbledore in the eyes, and spoke instead to his knees. He told Dumbledore everything except that Mr. Weasley owned the bewitched car, making it sound as though he and Ron had happened to find a flying car parked outside the station. He knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Harry had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles. Juliet had the same calm expression when she wanted answers, but she could be down right mean.
"We'll go and get our stuff," said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice.
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.
"Well, you're expelling us, aren't you?" said Ron.
Harry looked quickly at Dumbledore, Juliet had his eyes but hers were much brighter. Harry caught himself trying to think how Juliet's mum would have been.
"Not today, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore. "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."
Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled. He cleared his throat and said, "Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree - surely acts of this nature -"
"It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys' punishments, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "They are in her House and are therefore her responsibility." He turned to Professor McGonagall. "I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I've got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, there's a delicious-looking custard tart I want to sample -"
"Dumbledore I implore you to override Minerva's judgement. Another thing that boy shouldn't be allowed near Juliet, he is just like his father," Snape grumbled at Harry while Ron just stared. It was so gross to see Dumbledore snog McGonagall even for a brief second before he readied to leave.
"Severus enough, I have warned you." Professor McGonagall snapped out her wand pointed right at Snape.
Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle. "You'd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding."
"Not much," said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve.
"Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted -" "The Sorting Ceremony is over," said Professor McGonagall. "Your sister is also in Gryffindor." "Oh, good," said Ron.
"And speaking of Gryffindor -" Professor McGonagall said sharply, but Harry cut in: "Professor, when we took the car, term hadn't started, so - so Gryffindor shouldn't really have points taken from it - should it?" he finished, watching her anxiously. Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway. "I will not take any points from Gryffindor," she said, and Harry's heart lightened considerably. "But you will both get a detention."
It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore's writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they'd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn't squashed him flat.
Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it at Snape's desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets, and a jug of-iced pumpkin juice appeared with a pop.
"You will eat in here and then go straight up to your dormitory," she said. "I must also return to the feast. And as for my granddaughter her grandfather and I are very happy she is making friends in every house,"
When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.
"I thought we'd had it," he said, grabbing a sandwich.
"So did I," said Harry, taking one, too.
"Can you believe our luck, though?" said Ron thickly through a mouthful of chicken and ham. "Fred and George must've flown that car five or six times and no Muggle ever saw them." He swallowed and took another huge bite. "Why couldn't we get through the barrier?"
Harry shrugged. "We'll have to watch our step from now on, though," he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. "Wish we could've gone up to the feast…"
"She didn't want us showing off," said Ron sagely. "Doesn't want people to think it's clever, arriving by flying car."
"I don't think so, Juliet and her friends are having a right good laugh at us. I don't think we impressed anyone Ron," Harry said in a low voice.
When they had eaten as many sandwiches as they could (the plate kept refilling itself) they rose and left the office, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet; it seemed that the feast was over. They walked past muttering portraits and creaking suits of armor, and climbed narrow flights of stone stairs, until at last they reached the passage where the secret entrance to Gryffindor Tower was hidden, behind an oil painting of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said as they approached.
"Er -" said Harry.
They didn't know the new year's password, not having met a Gryffindor prefect yet, but help came almost immediately; they heard hurrying feet behind them and turned to see Hermione dashing toward them, a fire burned in her eyes as the twins ran with her.
"There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumors - someone said you'd been expelled for crashing a flying car" Hermione her hair frizzled, anything said was going right back to her sister.
"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.
"You're not telling me you did fly here? Surly to impress a certain someone Harry" said Hermione, sounding almost as severe as Professor McGonagall, yeah she was a lot like her to, but was Harry that transparent.
"Skip the lecture," said Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."
"It's `wattlebird,"' said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point -"
Her words were cut short, however, as the portrait of the fat lady swung open and there was a sudden storm of clapping. It looked as though the whole of Gryffindor House was still awake, packed into the circular common room, standing on the lopsided tables and squashy armchairs, waiting for them to arrive. Arms reached through the portrait hole to pull Harry and Ron inside, leaving Hermione to scramble in after them.
"Brilliant!" yelled Lee Jordan. "Inspired! What an entrance! Flying a car right into the Whomping Willow, people'll be talking about that one for years -"
"Good for you," said a fifth year Harry had never spoken to; someone was patting him on the back as though he'd just won a marathon; Fred and George pushed their way to the front of the crowd and said together, "Why couldn't we've come in the car, eh? And dear brother watch how you talk to Hermione, or I will curse you with never ending Spiders,"
Ron was scarlet in the face, grinning embarrassedly, but Harry could see one person who didn't look happy at all. Percy was visible over the heads of some excited first years, and he seemed to be trying to get near enough to start telling them off. Harry nudged Ron in the ribs and nodded in Percy's direction. Ron got the point at once.
"Just so you know Juliet thinks it was moronic," Ginny's smirk made Harry feel even lower now.
"Got to get upstairs - bit tired," he said, and the two of them started pushing their way toward the door on the other side of the room, which led to a spiral staircase and the dormitories.
"'Night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was wearing a scowl just like Percy's.
They managed to get to the other side of the common room, still having their backs slapped, and gained the peace of the staircase. They hurried up it, right to the top, and at last reached the door of their old dormitory, which now had a sign on it saying SECOND YEARS. They entered the familiar, circular room, with its five four-posters hung with red velvet and its high, narrow windows. Their trunks had been brought up for them and stood at the ends of their beds.
Ron grinned guiltily at Harry.
"I know I shouldn't've enjoyed that or anything, but –"
The dormitory door flew open and in came the other second year Gryffindor boys, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.
"Unbelievable!" beamed Seamus.
"Cool," said Dean.
"Amazing, but Juliet wants a word in the morning Harry," said Neville, not as awestruck as they thought he would be, the summer had done something to Neville he was taller and the confidence rolled off him in waves.
Harry couldn't help it, he grinned, too.
Juliet's point of view…
"Tell Potter that I would like to have a little chat after breakfast," Neville just gave me a nod before walking off with Hermione, who I hugged tight before walking away with the girls. I was tired as we walked to the Slytherin common room in near silence. "Daphne make sure Astoria knows who our allies are in Ravenclaw, Luna, Cho, and Padma," I said no emotions crossed my face, Draco was walking a few feet ahead with Nott and Blaise.
"She knows Mistress, they have pledged their loyalty to you. She will of course know of our allies in each house. " Daphne smiled but the pride shined through in her words, they did already on the train but want to have another go at it.
I say, "First I would like to explain our cause, and what being part of the New Order really means," Daphne gave a curt nod of understanding, I was honored she took it but I wanted the girl's to understand what they are in for. What they are all in for.
"A very wise choice," Pansy said her head held high as her and Millie walked to my left, Daphne and Avery to my right. "Your best interest will always be mine, I won't have you do my dirty work." I said as we walked through seeing the common room filled Uncle was standing in the middle of the room waiting for the last of us to arrive, we only had two male first years, very sad indeed.
Uncle was making the very same speech he did in my first year, eyes turned towards me. I let my magic flow the rush feeling it move like a current over my body, letting all know I was still in charge everyone could feel my magic and the power behind it. "Our new Slytherin perfects are Mr. Deek and Miss. Keegan, I am sure they will bring honor to Slytherin, go to them for your needs. Goodnight to you all," he swept away stopping at me.
"Your vile, my dear," in his hand was a vile filled with sky blue liquid.
I gave him a look, "No, I refuse to take it. I won't be taking it again," I hated being so depended on the dreamless sleep, I need to face whatever fear resided in my dreams.
"Juliet,"
"I said no," with that we walked off, I could hear his sigh and the wall closing.
"Black, welcome home." Kayli Keegan smiled she was well versed in not crossing me, sadly she was petrified of snakes.
I spoke in a loud clear voice, "Let me get this straight, nothing about last year has changed. I am tired of this house being last and in the shadows because we are sly and cunning. If I see or hear of any of you bullying a younger student or just being a stuck up pureblood. Well ask Flint, Keegan and a few more what I will do,"
I looked around the room making eye contact with every single one, some looked away but most understood I would hold up my promise. "Another thing, one more reminder that word isn't to be uttered. My sister Hermione Granger is off limits"
"But my father said we are better than Mudbloods, they should be licking our boots," I turned so fast my hair covered my pale face, I raised my hand, moving the birds nest of hair away from my face. The small boy stumbled back upon seeing blood red eyes staring at him.
"I warned you,"
My wand was out a pale pink spark flew from it, I never uttered a word in my angerthe raw emotion made it pointless to talk, the boy was screaming in pain "This is your last warning, Muggleborns aren't low they are our equals,"
"Take Mr. Tarsi to the hospital wing before he soils himself," Daphne said as two second years picked the screaming boy under the arms dragging him from the common room.
Avery smirked, "Thank you, folks," her voice loud as we walked to our dorms and Pansy to hers.
It was near midnight as I sat in the small alcove, just watching the clouds roll across the sky, it was soothing seeing it a peace.
I woke up in the very same spot in a cold sweat, my hands shaking, green light and a mad cackle was all I remembered this time. I dressed when the girls woke I was setting a snake hairband to hold the curls from my face.
Millie asked, "Did you sleep?" her tone worried.
"Yes, for a little," my voice was off "I am leaving see you in the great hall girls," I slung my bag over my shoulder walking from my dorm with my wand strapped to my forearm ready to curse someone. I was the first at the Slytherin table, so I sat on top of the Gryffindor table chatting with Lavender, Gin, Mione, and Pavarti.
"I don't blame them but acting like that isn't worth it, but it's all trivial anyhow," I said seeing students filing in, Professors as well.
Grandfather said, "Good morning students, Miss. Black kindly do not sit atop the table my dearest, Poppet," as a flash of red at the table caught my eye as I slid off landing right next to Potter.
"Mione, am I seeing this?" I said her eyes following mine to the head table.
"Oh, Merlin's Beard," she muttered as I left for the Slytherin table taking my seat with the ladies of the order, this was no good, nope.
"A few things before we dig in. Professor Blackheart will now be our Ancient Runes teacher, with Mr. Lockhart as our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." applause was heard, but my order just gave small claps out of duty.
Pop pop called out,"Now we have a new Care of Magical Creatures, until poor Professor Hoghorn recovers. He hails from Romania where he trained dragons, welcome Mr. Charlie Weasley. He will be here a short time please make him feel welcomed," with that all the Weasleys but Gin and the new Order shouted and cheered with all the Gryffindor's.
Charlie stood giving me a sly wink as he waved "Bloody hell," I whispered my eyes wide. He took time away from my dragon to be here, my heart was racing.
Avery smirked, "You just might have a rough year yet, Jay," before she fell over stunned on the floor, I never raised my wand but I saw Hermione's wand drawn, her own smirk in place.
I scoffed, "This year might just be my last," as the food appeared.
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"Yes mistress," Daphne gave a slight smirk as Juliet's eyes popped open.
"No," was all she got out, disgusted that term was used and being directed towards her.
"You will get used to it, it's what we call you," Avery smiled her arm slung over Blacks shoulder.
"Merlin help me," Juliet mused once again, trying to avoid eye contact with the her new Professor.
"Come on girls, we have classes with them later," Millie interjected helping both dejected girls, Juliet had a year to get used to this but poor Daphne the ice queen had not. The Great Hall, with the four long house tables that were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray).
The girls putting some kippers, eggs, toast and bacon on their plates when the post arrived, Juliet was thrilled to see her Uncle's Owl sore through the air landing with grace on the very edge of the table a letter tied to his leg "Oh thank you so much," taking the letter before he was off not even waiting before another owl was in his place a meaner looking one at that "I will take this," snatching the letter giving him a kipper before he was off.
But her eyes moved up seeing the Gryffindor table something large and gray fell into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers. Oh, it was Errol, that bird was a bloody menace, but I saw the small red envelope it held, oh no.
"Brace yourself girls, Weasley got himself a Howler," they heard Juliet her eyes trained on her friends a table over.
"Better open it soon, or it will be much worse the fool," Daphne was laughing herself shaking her silky blonde hair, Ron was dense in every way possible. Lavender and Pavarti were helping Hermione clean up when it went off Ginny covered her ears with a smirk.
"STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHERAND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE -"
Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.
"- LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED -"
Harry had been wondering when his name was going to crop up. He tried very hard to look as though he couldn't hear the voice that was making his eardrums throb.
"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."
A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again.
Hermione closed Voyages with Vampires and looked down at the top of Ron's head not saying a word feeling bad for them both, knowing they in fact deserved it.
But Professor McGonagall was moving along the Gryffindor table, handing out course schedules, and when their grandmother was around they tried to act like proper young ladies which was a lot easier since they grew up.
But over at the Slytherin table his troubles were their glee as it spread like a wild fire, but among Juliet and her friends it was quite nothing was said.
Juliet's point of view…
Stupid, stupid, stupid boy's was all I could think seeing them, Ron thinking he could sink as low to the floor and poor Potter trying to act as if he couldn't hear a thing.
"Here you go Miss. Black," I just held my hand up feeling the parchment slip into it I had a good number of classes with Gryffindor this year, but not my first class or second how lovely.
Juliet mused, "Well come on let's get on with it, Ginny and Luna have Astoria well in hand and tonight we have the meeting," walking the length of the great hall towards the Gryffindor table Fred and George standing chatting up a blushing Hermione.
Ron nearly snarled out, the tips of his ears red. "Leave her alone, go find Angelina to bother," Ron was turning a rather deep shade of red, his ears and all.
"Fred, George can you meet me in the garden after the feast?" I questioned much to Harry and Ron's confused looks.
"Sure, can Snakelet,"
"bye little bird," each placed a swift kiss to her cheeks than mine before laughing walking off with Lee Jordan, now Ronald looked ready to tear their heads off. He had himself a little crush on my sister, it was plain as day.
I gained their attention, "Morning Potter, Weasley hope you both slept well. Lavender, Nev, Pavarti and Mione the same goes for you Garden after the feast," my voice was pleasant but more formal.
"Yes of course," was answered the boys just looked dumbfounded as Daphne was at the Ravenclaw table and Millie was talking to Susan and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table.
"Well have a good day boys," I turned leaving with the girls heading to our first period of the day the corridors packed with students rushing to their classes.
"Better hurry along ladies," Professor Lupin smiled.
"Yes Professor," Hermione picked up her pace heading out with Harry and Ron with a hug she was going to the green houses with Sue and Hannah. I had Muggle studies than Herbology, so we just walked behind Professor Lupin.
Pansy sat with Draco as a nice cover, Avery and Millie, than Daphne and I, in front of me was Cho and Padma even though Cho was a year ahead of us she took this class as an extra.
"Okay class, today we will be learning about technology in the muggle world," I pulled my quill out with a roll of parchment taking notes.
It wasn't all new as my Aunt Jane had all these and I could use them, the computer gave me trouble at times. "I doubt as you say, Professor," Draco quipped.
"Well you're dense, Malfoy," I smirked at him a cover this was all a cover, he and I would have to play our parts very well.
"I have used these Muggle computers, radios, phones before and they are useful if only our magic didn't blow them up it would make our lives much simpler," I challenged him but he just shrugged his shoulders shutting up.
Professor Lupin smiled, "Yes, I assumed your Aunt Jean would have shown you much of these, class please pack up," at the end of our lesson, looking rather haggard, I knew Uncle Snape hated having him here with a burning passion but not the why he was so set against it.
But now it was time for Lockhearts class it wasn't one I was particularly looking forward to by any standards, he was a fraud and I couldn't see how Grandfather didn't see this. How was this bubbling buffoon working here teaching students? I hope we didn't end up maimed before the end of the school year, thanks to his lessons.
But it is my class with Hermione.