The Mudblood And The Werewolf

Chapter 22: Saving Lavender

            Madam
Pomfrey went to visit Hermione on Saturday, since the young witch couldn’t come
to her. Severus was busy working on the report and let her in.

   “I hope you realize
that I normally don’t do this,” she told him.

   “I understand, but
I can’t allow her to be let lose on the castle.”

Madam Pomfrey nodded and soon Hermione was again on a bed,
being looked over. After ten minutes she told her that she was doing well.

   “I’m glad to hear
that,” Hermione said.

Madam Pomfrey patted her on the shoulder and telling
Hermione that she would be back next Saturday, left. Hermione took out a broom
and got started on filling the orders that were in-demand. She wasn’t going to
let her condition keep her from doing her job.

   “I don’t understand
why an intelligent young witch would decide to design brooms for wizards and
witches that have enough air to float themselves,” Severus said.

Hermione glared at him.

   “For your
information, Professor, I’m not doing it so that I can get on a Quidditch teams
favorite list, I’m doing it because I’m proving myself.”

Severus snorted at her.

   “And what’s that
suppose to mean?” Hermione hissed.

Severus smirked at her.

   “I’m not buying
it,” Severus pointed out. “You hate brooms and Quidditch, so why does your
little Gryffindor mind think that you can fool me with that line.”

Hermione laughed.

   “I’m not the one
that’s fooling myself,” she countered. “I’ve told you
the truth and you’re just going to have to believe me. That is, if you can.”

   “Well I don’t,” he
said. “Now, I’ll leave you to your pointless job.”

And he walked out.

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   “So what are your
plans for Christmas?” Neville asked Ginny.

   “I was thinking
about spending them here,” Ginny answered. “As I’m not wanted
at home anymore.”

Neville felt bad for Ginny, as it hadn’t been her fault that
all of this had happened.

   “Look, if you need
anyone to talk to, let me know, okay.”

Ginny smiled at him.

   “Alright.”

And Neville was gone.

            Ginny spent
the rest of the afternoon doing her report for Defense Against
the Dark Arts. It had been hard for her to get into Professor Lupin’s class,
but she had managed it. She just hoped that her N.E.W.T’s didn’t end up killing
her. She stopped for a moment and thought about her life. Everything had been
alright before the law had been passed. She blamed the Ministry for her losing
her family and she blamed Fudge.

   “Why can’t he just
die,” she hissed. “Putting me and Severus.”

She paused. When had she called him
Severus in her mind? She always called him Professor, even when they were in
the cabin. Ginny tried to shake her mind free of it, but it didn’t work. She
hated to have to admit it, but she was falling in-love with her husband.

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            Draco
received the invitation to the feast that would celebrate the conceiving of the
Dark Lord’s child. Draco had never been to one and so he didn’t know what to
expect. He wrote a letter to Severus, telling him that the Dark Lord expected
them to be there on Monday at eight. Once he let the owl go, he went to get his
old dress robes that he had worn back in his fourth year.

   “Can I come?”
Millicent asked.

   “No!” Draco
snapped. “I’m going alone.”

   “Will Severus, how
sweet,” she teased.

He looked at her darkly; her mind was on to much.

   “No, I’m not doing
that,” he said. “Of course, you’re so in love with people that do that, it’s
sickening.”

Millicent laughed.

   “Well a girl has to
make time out to do something.”

Draco shuttered.

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            Lavender
felt hopeless flooding her. She had no idea how long she had been here and if
help was even going to come. She had been throwing up for a long time and
nothing, not even sea biscuits could help her. She wished deep inside that
someone would just take her away from all this. Several Death Eaters had come
to see her, but most of them wanted her. Wormtail had caught one of them
grabbing her hair and Voldemort had killed him.

   “No one touchesss
my wife,” he hissed, before the man had died.

Lavender sobbed and fell asleep.

            The next
morning she saw several former students that had been friends with her. But
they sneered at her, like they were better then she was. This had broken her
heart more then anything.

   “Oh god, I just
want to die,” Lavender moaned.

But deep inside that never would happen and Lavender knew
it.

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            When Monday
came around Severus had worked on a plan to get Lavender out of Riddle Manor.
He had been looking up different spells that he could or couldn’t use on a
pregnant witch. He decided to use the spell that Barty Crouch Jr. had used on
his father. It was designed to leave the body in-tact and not harm anything
inside the body. He put his usual walls up and then left. If all went well, he
would have a surprise for Madam Pomfrey.

            Riddle
Manor was the center of attention for anyone that was associated with the Dark
Arts. The full moon was above them and the werewolves were out. Of course,
thanks to Severus’s Wolfbane potion, they weren’t going to attack him. He
entered and saw the huge table of food that had been sitting. Bellatrix and a
recently graduated Hufflepuff were talking and Severus knew that Bellatrix had
a lot more planned for the boy then just talking. He shuttered at the thought
of the Black line continuing.

   “Ha, Severus,” said
Draco. “No curses tonight and no killing, just having fun.”

Severus doubted that Voldemort would keep this party
‘clean,’ but he said nothing to that effect.

   “Where is our
master at?”

Draco grinned.

   “Having a little
chat with Morgana,” Draco said. “Their in a silent room, so if she’s dead, then
we won’t know.”

Good, thought Severus. If he could get Draco off his back he
could transfigure Lavender and get her out of here.

   “Excuse me, but I
need to wash my hands,” he said. “Mudblood germs!”

Draco nodded and Severus walked up the stairs.

            It didn’t
take long for Severus to find Lavender’s bedroom. He knocked and then entered.
Lavender was busy sobbing and was startled when she saw Severus. He put a
finger to his lips and then taking out his wand, he transfigured her into a
coin and stuck her in his pocket. He then left, hoping to get out before anyone
asked him to stay.

            When he
arrived downstairs everyone was dancing to their hearts content. Severus

appeared in the front gates of Hogwarts. Now Lavender was
safe and sound.

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            Madam
Pomfrey was shocked when she arrived from dinner and found Lavender sound asleep
on one of her beds. She at once checked her over and confirmed that she was
indeed pregnant. She then left to inform the Headmaster that Lavender was back.

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   “Severus, where
have you been?” Ginny asked when Severus returned home.

He stared at her.

   “I’ve been waiting
up almost all night so that the cabin didn’t accidentally lock you out,” Ginny
said. “So where were you?”

Severus got irritated.

   “That is none of
your business,” he snapped. “I’m going to bed.”

And Ginny watched him do just that.

Note: Ginny has a lot of things that she’s thinking about
and I’m sure that Lavender will be so happy to be back at Hogwarts. Next
chapter: Severus does a marauder and boy will Ron not be expecting what he’s
dishing out.