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The Slytherin Seeker
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Chapter Ten: The Slytherin Seeker
All night Lily agonized over telling her friend the truth of what had happened to her. The birds were singing gaily and there was a gray line between the curtains at the coming of dawn. The mist from the foggy air gathered on the windowsill. Lily slipped into a doze. But she hardly got any sleep until she remembered it was Saturday. Her Potions O.W.L. wasn’t till Monday…Briefly she thought of Severus, but then fell into peaceful slumber. She would not stir until noon.
*
Eagle rosettes decked one side of the Great Hall in dazzling colours of blue and bronze. Across the Great Hall, the Slytherin emblem was emblazoned on people’s chests, a silver snake set on a green coat of arms, with fancy gold words flashing, “Toujours Pur.”
Severus had an almost impish scowl. “Do you know who thought of those coat of arms?”
“Regulus. Our seeker is determined to win for the pride of Slyth-“
“Of Black…of the house of Black you mean,” Severus said savagely. If there was one thing Severus had noticed about Regulus it was his absolute dedication to his family, and he added,“He should have been a Hufflepuff!”Avery and Mulciber laughed harshly at Snape’s snide remark.
Severus watched withholding his repugnance at the Seeker of Slytherin strutting down the aisles. He caught everyone’s eyes much like James. But then again he was a Seeker of a very different sort from his Gryffindor counterpart. Despite the similarities Severus did not hold Regulus in as much contempt as James.
Mulciber suddenly announced to Severus and Avery, “I hope SHE falls off her broom next Saturday’s match.”
Severus looked across the Great Hall where Mary Macdonald was sitting alone, contentedly munching on Cornflakes. Severus was a little surprised not to find Lily accompanying her friend.
Suddenly a lone owl swooping over their heads distracted the three boys. Avery jumped unexpectedly to catch the small parcel that had fallen onto the table. He tore at it excitedly; Snape and Mulciber leaned in close, both eager.
“I asked my uncle if we could meet the Dark Lord….”
Both Mulciber and Snape gave their friend scorching looks. “Sorry – I had to keep it a secret…Especially considering I’d probably get your hopes up for nothing. As far as we know Voldemort is a busy man isn’t he?”
Mulciber and Snape looked slightly mollified at Avery’s explanation.
“Well – what’d your uncle say?” Pressed Mulciber impatiently.
“Tonight…” said Avery with an unmistakable gleam of excitement in his eyes.
“Are you serious? Lord Voldemort is going to meet us?” Mulciber looked shocked.
Snape had gone very quiet and thoughtful. He did not know what to make of it, but his curiosity was never lacking, “Where?” he asked.
“Uncle Gustav said we should wait by the Forbidden Forest and to bring brooms! Perhaps the Death Eaters are going to take us somewhere….You DO want to meet him Snape?”
“Of course I do – It’s not every day the Dark Lord – would – I mean - I’m all for it!”
The three boys spent every chance of the remaining day excitedly chattering in low voices about their imminent meeting with darkness and the ultimate destinies they shared. Even during the Quidditch match they could not stop obsessing over meeting Voldemort and his Death Eaters even though the match was quite exciting.
“Hang on, Avery…” said Snape as he watched the match in close-up through the binoculars that his rich Pureblood friend had bought him a few years ago. “You said we’ve got to have brooms for the occasion…”
“Yeah, so…”
“I haven’t got one!” said Snape indignantly. Snape had wanted to broach the subject earlier, but out of irritation it erupted now. He couldn’t help sounding like a spoiled brat but there was no way he’d stoop so low as to ask Avery to buy one.
“That’s right. Neither do I,” added in Mulciber. “I know – we’ll go down to the changing rooms and pilfer them out of the lockers.”
*
A little while later, Snape, Avery and Mulciber trespassed the Slytherins boys' changing rooms. It wasn’t really very difficult to do as they were Slytherins afterall, and therefore nobody noticed or suspected anything out of the ordinary. Snape had his wand out, concentrating on casting the spells to open the locker doors. They were planning to return the brooms as soon as possible as Slytherin would need them for the final match against Gryffindor.
“How are you three fine gentlemen getting along today? Avery, Snape, Mulciber, can I do something for you?”
Snape whipped around abruptly, his hand shook where he was holding his wand. He jumped at the familiar sound of Regulus’s pleasant speech.
“Oh, Regulus…” said Avery with a confidence that was unusual for him to evince. It was a trait borne from his Pureblood, aristocratic upbringing. “We’re just here to invite you to an important meeting.”
“Oh really? What is it?” said Regulus sounding genuinely interested. He took another step closer to the three, and stopped, leaning lazily over the locker doors. He didn't seem to realize they were there for a less than noble reason. Regulus was handsome but in a different way than Sirius for he looked more like the so-called "pretty boy." But like Sirius he had dark hair, though it was straight and he was considerably shorter than Sirius but this did nothing to counteract his good looks, probably because he was fit from his Quidditch training.
“A meeting with the Dark Lord is convening in the Forbidden Forest. My uncle is going to be there and probably other Death Eaters maybe even another Black. Show up at nine by the edge of the Dark forest – I guess it’ll be near the gamekeeper’s place. See you then…”
Regulus looked just as shocked as Mulciber had and what was worse, he was also positively delighted. Avery wouldn’t have told him if he hadn’t known Black was an ardent supporter of the great Lord Voldemort and was planning to join the Death Eaters soon as he left school.
“Oh, and we all need to bring brooms for some reason or other. Would you mind sharing your team's with Mulciber and Snape? I already have one for me, but they haven’t ones for themselves…”
Snape felt himself colour at the implication of his indigenous roots and he refused to look at Regulus out of embarassment. “Yes. Not the best brooms, for you know how our team covets theirs. I doubt they’d be happy to find they were taken even if only for a night. Severus and Mulciber will have to settle for an older model. Here…. Shooting stars should be good enough.”
Severus shrugged carelessly, taking the broom in his arms, and intoned, “Fine…” For the time being, he’d rather feel indifferent at the idea of flying a broom. Nobody need suspect how much he detested flying on what he considered such a silly contraption.
*
By sunset Severus was a solitary figure by the Black Lake….
NOTE: Regulus will also feature. I hope you like it.
Chapter Ten: The Slytherin Seeker
All night Lily agonized over telling her friend the truth of what had happened to her. The birds were singing gaily and there was a gray line between the curtains at the coming of dawn. The mist from the foggy air gathered on the windowsill. Lily slipped into a doze. But she hardly got any sleep until she remembered it was Saturday. Her Potions O.W.L. wasn’t till Monday…Briefly she thought of Severus, but then fell into peaceful slumber. She would not stir until noon.
*
Eagle rosettes decked one side of the Great Hall in dazzling colours of blue and bronze. Across the Great Hall, the Slytherin emblem was emblazoned on people’s chests, a silver snake set on a green coat of arms, with fancy gold words flashing, “Toujours Pur.”
Severus had an almost impish scowl. “Do you know who thought of those coat of arms?”
“Regulus. Our seeker is determined to win for the pride of Slyth-“
“Of Black…of the house of Black you mean,” Severus said savagely. If there was one thing Severus had noticed about Regulus it was his absolute dedication to his family, and he added,“He should have been a Hufflepuff!”Avery and Mulciber laughed harshly at Snape’s snide remark.
Severus watched withholding his repugnance at the Seeker of Slytherin strutting down the aisles. He caught everyone’s eyes much like James. But then again he was a Seeker of a very different sort from his Gryffindor counterpart. Despite the similarities Severus did not hold Regulus in as much contempt as James.
Mulciber suddenly announced to Severus and Avery, “I hope SHE falls off her broom next Saturday’s match.”
Severus looked across the Great Hall where Mary Macdonald was sitting alone, contentedly munching on Cornflakes. Severus was a little surprised not to find Lily accompanying her friend.
Suddenly a lone owl swooping over their heads distracted the three boys. Avery jumped unexpectedly to catch the small parcel that had fallen onto the table. He tore at it excitedly; Snape and Mulciber leaned in close, both eager.
“I asked my uncle if we could meet the Dark Lord….”
Both Mulciber and Snape gave their friend scorching looks. “Sorry – I had to keep it a secret…Especially considering I’d probably get your hopes up for nothing. As far as we know Voldemort is a busy man isn’t he?”
Mulciber and Snape looked slightly mollified at Avery’s explanation.
“Well – what’d your uncle say?” Pressed Mulciber impatiently.
“Tonight…” said Avery with an unmistakable gleam of excitement in his eyes.
“Are you serious? Lord Voldemort is going to meet us?” Mulciber looked shocked.
Snape had gone very quiet and thoughtful. He did not know what to make of it, but his curiosity was never lacking, “Where?” he asked.
“Uncle Gustav said we should wait by the Forbidden Forest and to bring brooms! Perhaps the Death Eaters are going to take us somewhere….You DO want to meet him Snape?”
“Of course I do – It’s not every day the Dark Lord – would – I mean - I’m all for it!”
The three boys spent every chance of the remaining day excitedly chattering in low voices about their imminent meeting with darkness and the ultimate destinies they shared. Even during the Quidditch match they could not stop obsessing over meeting Voldemort and his Death Eaters even though the match was quite exciting.
“Hang on, Avery…” said Snape as he watched the match in close-up through the binoculars that his rich Pureblood friend had bought him a few years ago. “You said we’ve got to have brooms for the occasion…”
“Yeah, so…”
“I haven’t got one!” said Snape indignantly. Snape had wanted to broach the subject earlier, but out of irritation it erupted now. He couldn’t help sounding like a spoiled brat but there was no way he’d stoop so low as to ask Avery to buy one.
“That’s right. Neither do I,” added in Mulciber. “I know – we’ll go down to the changing rooms and pilfer them out of the lockers.”
*
A little while later, Snape, Avery and Mulciber trespassed the Slytherins boys' changing rooms. It wasn’t really very difficult to do as they were Slytherins afterall, and therefore nobody noticed or suspected anything out of the ordinary. Snape had his wand out, concentrating on casting the spells to open the locker doors. They were planning to return the brooms as soon as possible as Slytherin would need them for the final match against Gryffindor.
“How are you three fine gentlemen getting along today? Avery, Snape, Mulciber, can I do something for you?”
Snape whipped around abruptly, his hand shook where he was holding his wand. He jumped at the familiar sound of Regulus’s pleasant speech.
“Oh, Regulus…” said Avery with a confidence that was unusual for him to evince. It was a trait borne from his Pureblood, aristocratic upbringing. “We’re just here to invite you to an important meeting.”
“Oh really? What is it?” said Regulus sounding genuinely interested. He took another step closer to the three, and stopped, leaning lazily over the locker doors. He didn't seem to realize they were there for a less than noble reason. Regulus was handsome but in a different way than Sirius for he looked more like the so-called "pretty boy." But like Sirius he had dark hair, though it was straight and he was considerably shorter than Sirius but this did nothing to counteract his good looks, probably because he was fit from his Quidditch training.
“A meeting with the Dark Lord is convening in the Forbidden Forest. My uncle is going to be there and probably other Death Eaters maybe even another Black. Show up at nine by the edge of the Dark forest – I guess it’ll be near the gamekeeper’s place. See you then…”
Regulus looked just as shocked as Mulciber had and what was worse, he was also positively delighted. Avery wouldn’t have told him if he hadn’t known Black was an ardent supporter of the great Lord Voldemort and was planning to join the Death Eaters soon as he left school.
“Oh, and we all need to bring brooms for some reason or other. Would you mind sharing your team's with Mulciber and Snape? I already have one for me, but they haven’t ones for themselves…”
Snape felt himself colour at the implication of his indigenous roots and he refused to look at Regulus out of embarassment. “Yes. Not the best brooms, for you know how our team covets theirs. I doubt they’d be happy to find they were taken even if only for a night. Severus and Mulciber will have to settle for an older model. Here…. Shooting stars should be good enough.”
Severus shrugged carelessly, taking the broom in his arms, and intoned, “Fine…” For the time being, he’d rather feel indifferent at the idea of flying a broom. Nobody need suspect how much he detested flying on what he considered such a silly contraption.
*
By sunset Severus was a solitary figure by the Black Lake….
NOTE: Regulus will also feature. I hope you like it.