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Adult ++
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60
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Tolmie Crobobin
Chapter 23:- Tolmie Crobobin
Severus inclined his head and took a step backwards, never taking his eyes off the man. His right hand was clutching his wand as he got to his feet. The stench radiating off this man was horrid and it offended The Potions Master’s rather strong sense of smell, but he made no show of it.
Turning around, the man gestured for the Potions Master to follow him. Severus obliged, still keeping his right hand in his robes, firmly wrapped around his wand. He followed the man down a small narrow alleyway.
'The perfect place for an ambush,' Severus thought. Oh how did I get myself into this? Keep yourself focused on the job at hand; he belittled himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
He continued down the alleyway, the man ahead of him looking back once or twice to make sure he was following. Severus placed a firm frown on his face as he followed him. The man abruptly came to a halt in the doorway to what, the Potions Master assumed, was his place of residency. Fumbling around in his pockets, he produced a key; at Severus’ quizzical look he merely stated that it was easier sometimes doing things the Muggle way than with magic, and turned his eyes back to the job at hand.
'Doing things the Muggle way,' Severus thought. 'What could be easier than doing things the Wizard way? Perhaps the man is a Squib.'
But Severus had no more time for thoughts as the heard the lock click and the man pulled open the door. He entered first with Severus a couple of steps behind him, his watchful eyes taking in both ends of the alleyway before deciding that there were no threats poised there. Taking two steps, he crossed the threshold.
The man quickly took a box of matches off the table and lit the candles that were placed strategically about the room. He then motioned for Severus to take a seat at the old rickety table.
'Yes, definitely a Squib.' Severus amused himself with this thought before a darker one took hold of his senses. Or perhaps he just wants me to believe he is a Squib.
Taking a seat, he eyed the older man with trepidation. As if reading Severus’ thoughts the man began.
“Yes, I am a Squib,” he said, raising his hand as if to cast aside any questions that might be asked of him. “You would be amazed at what people say around you when they believe you to be just a poor defenceless Squib.” He laughed out loud when he saw Severus’ eyebrows shoot straight up in the air.
“Why am I telling you this,” he continued, “Because no one listens to me or even gives me the time of day, that’s why. Wizards believe that you are inferior, worthless even if you are a Squib, probably because they believe you helpless to fight back.” The older man’s features turned dark as he rubbed his ribs, as though remembering something from long ago.
Severus hadn’t uttered a word yet, and he thought it best to hear the man out.
The man’s features softened before he settled his eyes back on Severus and gave him a huge smile. “I can tell you’re a good listener,” he said, raising his own eyebrows. “Oh, I could tell you a few things that would make your head spin, for a price of course, but let’s just start with what you wanted to know. The whereabouts of one Tolmie Crobobin.”
***
The clock above the mantle in the Headmaster’s office struck nine. As if woken from a deep trance, the Headmaster shook himself and stood abruptly. Fawkes had long since gone back to his perch in the corner of the office. Wormtail was now sleeping in the cage as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Rounding his desk, Dumbledore went over to the mantle and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. He threw it onto the flames and stated, “Cornelius Fudge’s office, Ministry of Magic.” The second the flames turned green he stepped into fireplace and disappeared.
He found the Minister over at the window, gazing out at something. Clearing his throat to make his presence known, Albus walked over to the desk.
Cornelius seemed a little flustered by the intrusion but quickly composed himself. “Ah, Headmaster,” he said, turning on the charm. “Please take a seat. What can I get you to drink?” he asked, whilst quickly setting his practised Occlumency in place.
“No, nothing to drink. Thank you Cornelius,” the Headmaster stated. He didn’t sit and chose to stand instead. “I’ll make this visit a quick one, as I am quite busy.” He was trying to catch the Minister’s eye; however, Cornelius was looking at the paperwork on his desk.
“Well anything for you, as you well know, Albus.” Cornelius looked up quickly, before settling into his chair with his hands interlaced on top of the desk.
“I was just wondering how the search for Miss Granger is getting along?” Dumbledore asked whilst pushing his spectacles back onto his nose.
“Ah yes,” Fudge replied, “well, about that. . . ” He paused as if weighing up his options. “Well, as you are aware, I have some of my best Aurors on the case. They are situated strategically around the globe and they haven’t rested for one day since you came to me. . .” He paused again. “They have found out some interesting facts, even brought in a couple of rogue Death Eaters,” he said with a laugh.
The Headmaster knew Fudge had nothing but didn’t let on to this fact. “Cornelius, I believe I gave you a week,” he started. “It has been three, and I have done all that you required from me. I even put my Potions Master on sabbatical.”
“Oh you did, did you?” the Minister asked with a shocked look on his face.
“Yes I did,” Albus stated. “Now I have been more than patient with you, and you tell me you have nothing.”
“I didn’t say I had nothing - stop putting words in my mouth, Albus,” Cornelius said, getting flustered. He could feel his Occlumency slipping and quickly composed himself and placed it back into position.
With a smile he continued, “As I was saying, my men have found a couple of rogue Death Eaters and they have been brought in for questioning this very morning. Albus, I am truly trying; however, with the papers all wanting to know what happened at Hogwarts, I find myself in a precarious position.” He looked up at the firm face of Albus once more.
“You wouldn’t happen to know who leaked the story to the papers by any chance, would you?” Cornelius asked.
Dumbledore, playing the part of senile old fool that was expected of him, just looked away wistfully and said, “I haven’t the foggiest.”
“No, of course you don’t,” Cornelius added in a bitter tone. “Well if there is nothing else, I trust you know your way out,” he said, waving his hand towards the fireplace. “I will contact you as soon as I have anything concrete to go on,” he added as Albus turned around to face the fire.
“See that you do,” Albus said, and was gone once more.
Cornelius ran his hands through his thinning hair as he drew in a large breath. Sighing, he let it out and let his hands flop down on the desk in front of him.
That old fool is up to something, he thought. Well I suppose it’s time for Plan B. He shrugged as an evil smile played over his lips.
***
“This price,” Severus folded his arms across his chest. “What if the information you provide is worthless?” he asked. His glare was enough to upset any man.
The older man just laughed. “Oh, I can guarantee that it is not,” he replied, eyes gleaming.
“Very well,” the Potions Master said. “And what, pray tell, is your price?”
The older man seemed to ponder on this for a while before making up his mind. “Five hundred galleons,” he replied in a firm voice.
Severus just raised both his eyebrows at this but said nothing.
“Well, what’s it gonna be then?” the man asked. “The information you ask for is worth triple that, and I trust that you’ve had no luck elsewhere,” he added with a laugh.
The Potions Master’s face betrayed his discomfort as he weighed up his options. He knew he would take the man up on his offer, although if it proved to be misleading then he would just have to add another name to his list of enemies to be hunted down later and toyed with. He also wanted to give the man time to sweat it out a little.
After a minute or so had passed, he nodded his head slowly and withdrew his wand. He would have to be reimbursed by Albus later. Making the necessary adjustments to his vault in Gringott’s, he placed his wand away.
The man leaned across the table and looked Severus straight in the eye. He spoke in a hushed voice. “The man you seek lives on the outskirts of a place called Little Hangleton.”
Severus looked at him questioningly.
“I am not aware whether you know this or not,” the man continued, “but this is where Tom Riddle grew up.”
At Severus’ look of indifference he added in a whisper, “You know, Voldemort.”
Severus just nodded his head as the old man continued.
“Well, he lives in a fairly run-down little hut on the easternmost tip of the town. Don’t let this fool you, though, as the place is a mansion inside. Now there are some pretty heavy wards set around the perimeter, but for a price I can tell you what they are and how to get in undetected.”
“And how, pray tell, would you know these wards?” Severus asked sceptically.
“It’s like I said before, I have my ways,” he said slyly. “So what’s it going be?”
Severus shook his head before answering, “I’ll think I’ll take my chances.” He stood up then, inclined his head slightly, and left for the Apparation spot.
***
A/N: - Ah, so what do you think? Reviews are always handy. I have written chapter 24 and it is almost twice as long as this one. I like to have my next chapter written before I post the one before. Please read, ah hell you don’t even have to read it, just review. LOL!!!
AFF.net decided to take off my last chapter, 22, so I had to repost it. I lost all of my wonderful reviews. (CRYS)
I posted this chapter a day early, hope you enjoy it.
As always a huge thank you goes out to my beta, LydiaCarol, you rock babe!!!
Disclaimer:- Not my characters, J.K’s, except I take full responsibility for Robert Finn, A.K.A. 'the sadistic bastard…' Ahhh you got to love him!!! He he he.
Severus inclined his head and took a step backwards, never taking his eyes off the man. His right hand was clutching his wand as he got to his feet. The stench radiating off this man was horrid and it offended The Potions Master’s rather strong sense of smell, but he made no show of it.
Turning around, the man gestured for the Potions Master to follow him. Severus obliged, still keeping his right hand in his robes, firmly wrapped around his wand. He followed the man down a small narrow alleyway.
'The perfect place for an ambush,' Severus thought. Oh how did I get myself into this? Keep yourself focused on the job at hand; he belittled himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
He continued down the alleyway, the man ahead of him looking back once or twice to make sure he was following. Severus placed a firm frown on his face as he followed him. The man abruptly came to a halt in the doorway to what, the Potions Master assumed, was his place of residency. Fumbling around in his pockets, he produced a key; at Severus’ quizzical look he merely stated that it was easier sometimes doing things the Muggle way than with magic, and turned his eyes back to the job at hand.
'Doing things the Muggle way,' Severus thought. 'What could be easier than doing things the Wizard way? Perhaps the man is a Squib.'
But Severus had no more time for thoughts as the heard the lock click and the man pulled open the door. He entered first with Severus a couple of steps behind him, his watchful eyes taking in both ends of the alleyway before deciding that there were no threats poised there. Taking two steps, he crossed the threshold.
The man quickly took a box of matches off the table and lit the candles that were placed strategically about the room. He then motioned for Severus to take a seat at the old rickety table.
'Yes, definitely a Squib.' Severus amused himself with this thought before a darker one took hold of his senses. Or perhaps he just wants me to believe he is a Squib.
Taking a seat, he eyed the older man with trepidation. As if reading Severus’ thoughts the man began.
“Yes, I am a Squib,” he said, raising his hand as if to cast aside any questions that might be asked of him. “You would be amazed at what people say around you when they believe you to be just a poor defenceless Squib.” He laughed out loud when he saw Severus’ eyebrows shoot straight up in the air.
“Why am I telling you this,” he continued, “Because no one listens to me or even gives me the time of day, that’s why. Wizards believe that you are inferior, worthless even if you are a Squib, probably because they believe you helpless to fight back.” The older man’s features turned dark as he rubbed his ribs, as though remembering something from long ago.
Severus hadn’t uttered a word yet, and he thought it best to hear the man out.
The man’s features softened before he settled his eyes back on Severus and gave him a huge smile. “I can tell you’re a good listener,” he said, raising his own eyebrows. “Oh, I could tell you a few things that would make your head spin, for a price of course, but let’s just start with what you wanted to know. The whereabouts of one Tolmie Crobobin.”
***
The clock above the mantle in the Headmaster’s office struck nine. As if woken from a deep trance, the Headmaster shook himself and stood abruptly. Fawkes had long since gone back to his perch in the corner of the office. Wormtail was now sleeping in the cage as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Rounding his desk, Dumbledore went over to the mantle and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. He threw it onto the flames and stated, “Cornelius Fudge’s office, Ministry of Magic.” The second the flames turned green he stepped into fireplace and disappeared.
He found the Minister over at the window, gazing out at something. Clearing his throat to make his presence known, Albus walked over to the desk.
Cornelius seemed a little flustered by the intrusion but quickly composed himself. “Ah, Headmaster,” he said, turning on the charm. “Please take a seat. What can I get you to drink?” he asked, whilst quickly setting his practised Occlumency in place.
“No, nothing to drink. Thank you Cornelius,” the Headmaster stated. He didn’t sit and chose to stand instead. “I’ll make this visit a quick one, as I am quite busy.” He was trying to catch the Minister’s eye; however, Cornelius was looking at the paperwork on his desk.
“Well anything for you, as you well know, Albus.” Cornelius looked up quickly, before settling into his chair with his hands interlaced on top of the desk.
“I was just wondering how the search for Miss Granger is getting along?” Dumbledore asked whilst pushing his spectacles back onto his nose.
“Ah yes,” Fudge replied, “well, about that. . . ” He paused as if weighing up his options. “Well, as you are aware, I have some of my best Aurors on the case. They are situated strategically around the globe and they haven’t rested for one day since you came to me. . .” He paused again. “They have found out some interesting facts, even brought in a couple of rogue Death Eaters,” he said with a laugh.
The Headmaster knew Fudge had nothing but didn’t let on to this fact. “Cornelius, I believe I gave you a week,” he started. “It has been three, and I have done all that you required from me. I even put my Potions Master on sabbatical.”
“Oh you did, did you?” the Minister asked with a shocked look on his face.
“Yes I did,” Albus stated. “Now I have been more than patient with you, and you tell me you have nothing.”
“I didn’t say I had nothing - stop putting words in my mouth, Albus,” Cornelius said, getting flustered. He could feel his Occlumency slipping and quickly composed himself and placed it back into position.
With a smile he continued, “As I was saying, my men have found a couple of rogue Death Eaters and they have been brought in for questioning this very morning. Albus, I am truly trying; however, with the papers all wanting to know what happened at Hogwarts, I find myself in a precarious position.” He looked up at the firm face of Albus once more.
“You wouldn’t happen to know who leaked the story to the papers by any chance, would you?” Cornelius asked.
Dumbledore, playing the part of senile old fool that was expected of him, just looked away wistfully and said, “I haven’t the foggiest.”
“No, of course you don’t,” Cornelius added in a bitter tone. “Well if there is nothing else, I trust you know your way out,” he said, waving his hand towards the fireplace. “I will contact you as soon as I have anything concrete to go on,” he added as Albus turned around to face the fire.
“See that you do,” Albus said, and was gone once more.
Cornelius ran his hands through his thinning hair as he drew in a large breath. Sighing, he let it out and let his hands flop down on the desk in front of him.
That old fool is up to something, he thought. Well I suppose it’s time for Plan B. He shrugged as an evil smile played over his lips.
***
“This price,” Severus folded his arms across his chest. “What if the information you provide is worthless?” he asked. His glare was enough to upset any man.
The older man just laughed. “Oh, I can guarantee that it is not,” he replied, eyes gleaming.
“Very well,” the Potions Master said. “And what, pray tell, is your price?”
The older man seemed to ponder on this for a while before making up his mind. “Five hundred galleons,” he replied in a firm voice.
Severus just raised both his eyebrows at this but said nothing.
“Well, what’s it gonna be then?” the man asked. “The information you ask for is worth triple that, and I trust that you’ve had no luck elsewhere,” he added with a laugh.
The Potions Master’s face betrayed his discomfort as he weighed up his options. He knew he would take the man up on his offer, although if it proved to be misleading then he would just have to add another name to his list of enemies to be hunted down later and toyed with. He also wanted to give the man time to sweat it out a little.
After a minute or so had passed, he nodded his head slowly and withdrew his wand. He would have to be reimbursed by Albus later. Making the necessary adjustments to his vault in Gringott’s, he placed his wand away.
The man leaned across the table and looked Severus straight in the eye. He spoke in a hushed voice. “The man you seek lives on the outskirts of a place called Little Hangleton.”
Severus looked at him questioningly.
“I am not aware whether you know this or not,” the man continued, “but this is where Tom Riddle grew up.”
At Severus’ look of indifference he added in a whisper, “You know, Voldemort.”
Severus just nodded his head as the old man continued.
“Well, he lives in a fairly run-down little hut on the easternmost tip of the town. Don’t let this fool you, though, as the place is a mansion inside. Now there are some pretty heavy wards set around the perimeter, but for a price I can tell you what they are and how to get in undetected.”
“And how, pray tell, would you know these wards?” Severus asked sceptically.
“It’s like I said before, I have my ways,” he said slyly. “So what’s it going be?”
Severus shook his head before answering, “I’ll think I’ll take my chances.” He stood up then, inclined his head slightly, and left for the Apparation spot.
***
A/N: - Ah, so what do you think? Reviews are always handy. I have written chapter 24 and it is almost twice as long as this one. I like to have my next chapter written before I post the one before. Please read, ah hell you don’t even have to read it, just review. LOL!!!
AFF.net decided to take off my last chapter, 22, so I had to repost it. I lost all of my wonderful reviews. (CRYS)
I posted this chapter a day early, hope you enjoy it.
As always a huge thank you goes out to my beta, LydiaCarol, you rock babe!!!
Disclaimer:- Not my characters, J.K’s, except I take full responsibility for Robert Finn, A.K.A. 'the sadistic bastard…' Ahhh you got to love him!!! He he he.