Changing Ideals

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Chapter 24:

*Sev's POV*

Idiot boys. They don't even realize that I am leading them to their expulsion. Well, it had better be expulsion, or the Headmaster will have some serious explaining to do. Although I wouldn't put anything past the sneaky bastard. I only wish that I could administer some torture on these two imbecilic brats. A good 'Cruciatus' or twenty might hold me. Then I'd move on to some torturously painful potions. There is no way I'd let their deaths be quick and painless. Of course, the old fool will probably only expel them, give them a slight slap on the wrist, and find some way to write it all off on someone else.

"Sweetarts." Moving swiftly up the spiraling staircase, I can still hear those things following me. They don't deserved to be called human any longer; not after what they did. I can practically hear the wheels and cogs turning in their heads as they attempt to figure out what they will say to Hagrid and Dumbledore. Hehe, they are in for a very rude awakening. They definitely won't have to worry about any dratted Care of Magical Creatures project soon. Yes, very soon my Harry will get the first part of his revenge.

Mentally smirking, I push the door to Headmaster Dumbledore's office open, quickly walking in, the things following after like dutiful little puppies, who were soon to be kicked by their masters. Seeing that blasted twinkle in the old man's eyes, I want to take a hot poker to his face and gouge those things out of his very head. I'd like to see those damned twinkles then.

"Mr. Thomas, Mr. Zabini, and Professor Snape. To what do I owe this pleasure? My, my such a unique group coming to see me." Watching him smile and simper over us makes feel physically sick. Gods, I feel like I could go over and vomit on him.

"We have some serious business to attend to. Sit please, boys." Gesturing to two empty chairs, I make sure that I spell the door closed and locked, using a locking charm that most assuredly will not be opened using 'Alohamora'. Seeing their confused faces, I sneer vengefully. "It seems that these two things took it upon themselves to take something from someone that was not theirs to take."

"My, my. I don't think whatever it was warrants this type of behavior from you, Severus." Seeing his stern eyes peering at me over his half-moon speles,les, I snarled; practically growling and spitting in my rage as though I were a rabid animal.

"It most assuredly does warrant this type of reaction! Those things raped a student! Brutally!" Watching in satisfaction as the twinkle left his eyes, and as the color drained from the faces of those things, I was satisfied. It wasn't enough yet, but it was a start. I want them to squirm, all three of them. I want them to feel guilty, repentant.

"Which student?"

"Harry Potter. I believe you understand how this is very bad. This is impeding on the boy's recovery from the years of abuse he suffered at the hands of his 'family'." Sneering again, I watch in more satisfaction as even more color drains from their faces. I didn't think that was possible.

*End Sev's POV*

Lowering his head into his hands, Dumbledore was at a loss for words. He would never have believed that anyone in the school was capable of committing such an atrocity, but he was evidently mistaken. How could he not have seen this? He was supposed to know everything that occurred in his school; he was suppose to be omniscient. But these people kept proving that he wasn't at every twist and turn. His well thought out game plan was slowly degrading as he went on; at this rate he was bound to lose.

"Well, what do you boys have to say in your defense?"

"I-I...." Watching how Dean Thomas gulped nervously, eyes darting around to never rest on the Headmaster, Dumbledore was already assured of their crimes. Shaking his head at the boy's inability to speak, he turned cool, calculating eyes onto Blaise Zabini.

"I haven't the foggiest what he is getting at, Headmaster Dumbledore. Harry is my friend; I never raped him. I wouldn't." Looking the Headmaster in the eyes with calm, cool confidence, there wasn't a smidgen of guilt in his facial features or his tone. It was almost as though he were telling the truth. "I can't attest for Thomas, but I assuredly didn't do anything of the sorts." Sending a glare towards the Potions master for added effect, Blaise waited to see if his ruse was working.

Watching the look on the Headmaster's face, Severus decided that he should intervene about Blaise's blatant lie; he had proof. "Hmm...that's odd. I distinctly remember a conversation you just had with Mr. Thomas in the Slytherin common room. I believe it was about killing Harry Potter; thus keeping him from telling your dirty little secret." Sneering at the boy, Snape was happy to note the fear that was starting to creep into his eyes.

So, the greasy bastard heard. Well, I'll just have to pull out all the stops.

Still not giving the boy a chance to say anything, Severus continued with what he wanted the Headmaster to hear. "Of course, I also have a confession from Mr. Potter himself about everything that happened. Ever sordid little detail has been recorded. Would you like to hear it? Or would you like to confess to your crimes now?" Talking in the silky smooth voice that he reserved for those most deserving of a torturous and slow death, Severus waited to hear what he had to say.

Turning his head to look swiftly at the Pns mns master, Dumbledore said, "Harry confessed who did it? And you have it recorded?"

"Of course. I'm not stupid enough to think that Harry might repeat this again. I cast the spell as soon as he started. Of course, he doesn't know that I did." Looking smugly at the man, Severus couldn't help but feel proud that he had outwitted the old trickster. The Headmaster would probably never have considered doing something so simply. He would have instead used 'Veritaserum' instead, causing Harry to lose any sort of iota of trust he had left for the man. Not that Severus thought that there actually was any trust left in Harry for the old bastard.

"Lets hear it then, Severus. No sense in waiting for these two to say anything." Raising an eyebrow at the man, Severus drew his wand from his robes, muttering the spell that would playback his conversation with Harry. Watching the pasty complexion of everyone in the room go green, Severus laughed to himself. They were all sick, two because they were caught, and one because of what the other two did.

"Well, I don't think I need to hear anymore. Your wands, please, boys." Noticing they weren't moving to hand their wands over, Severus quickly disarmed them, handing the wands over to Headmaster Dumbledore. "It is with great sadness that I do this. I never thought anyone, let alone two bright students, would be capable of such things. I'm sorry that I was so mistaken." Snapping the two wands, Dumbledore watched with mbermber face as the boys floundered with things they wanted to say. "There is nothing that can be said in your defense; you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts, and possibly the magical community. We will be contacting the Ministry of Magic, and you will be charged with assault, battery, and rape. May God have mercy on your souls bse tse the wizarding community won't." Quickly binding the two, Dumbledore turned to Severus, requesting that he contact the Ministry. He himself had something else he needed to do.

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Silently moving through the corridors, Dumbledore had one thought on his mind. He had to get to Harry. The boy was proving to be a massive nuisance, and this would be the perfect time to get rid of him. He could make it look like suicide; no one would suspect Dumbledore becuase of those two boys being turned in for raping Harry. Harry would die; he would use a memory charm or on oon on Severus, and his scheme would get back to where it was supposed to be. Sure, he might have to deal with Draco as well, but maybe he could use the boy. Put him where he had Harry. He would make an excellent public figurehead. The reformed son of a known Death Eater. It's not as though the wizarding world was privy to the fact that the Malfoy's were spies for he light side. This could all still work to his advantage.

His only big problem was how would he kill Harry? He couldn't exactly go in and suffocate him with his pillow as he slept. That wouldn't look like suicide. He had contemplated slitting the boy's wrists, but that could be thwarted easily. If the boy woke, or if Draco were to interfere either, then his plans would be shot to Hell. He had it! Making a quick detour to the Potions lab, Dumbledore looked through all the concoctions, poisons, potions, and ingredients. Pouring through everything, he finally selected the vile he wanted. No, he wouldn't use a potion to poison the boy; he would use snake venom. The boy was so found of snakes. It wouldn't take much, just a little. He would inject a small amount into the boy, just enough to make him slightly nauseous to start. Then he would continue to give small amounts of the venom to the boy until his system was overloaded. This particular snake venom came from an extremely poisonous snake that they were going to study in Care of Magical creatures in a few days. He'd make sure to time the venom to kill Harry in that class. He would just have to make sure that the boy was holding the snake at the time. It wouldn't be that hard; a little 'Imperius' on Hagrid, and everything would fall neatly into place.

Entering the Severus' private quarters, Dumbledore chuckled at the fact that he could easily bypass the man's security. Reacting before the blonde could turn around, he cast a quick sleeping charm, lulling him back dreams. The sight of the sleeping blonde only made Dumbledore happier. This was simply too easy. Transfiguring a quill into a syringe, Dumbledore marveled at muggles. Here they were, being protected by this boy, and they were going to help him kill him with this handy dandy little device. Filling the syringe with the right amount of venom, Dumbledore plunged the needle into Harry's arm with no care for how hard he did it. A new bruise would never be noticed with the multitude of other bruises already littering the boy's arms.

Leaving the quarters, Dumbledore re-entered his office to see the two boys being read their rights before they were taken away by the Aurors the Ministry had sent over.

"Well, I'm glad to see you handled everything well. Thank you gentlemen." Watching the boys leave, Severus leaving right after, Dumbledore sat down. Smirking in decidedly evil manner, Dumbledore let out a short laugh. Yes, things will soon be the way I want them.

TBC