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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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65
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60,651
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1020
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Currently Reading:
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It All Hits the Skids
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 33 ~ It All Hits the Skids
“Hold it right there!” shouted Jonsten, and all four deatheaters fired stunners at the masked imposter, who spun with amazing speed and blocked all four blasts simultaneously. But when he issued his shield, his glamour dropped for a moment, revealing who he was.
“Oh shit! It’s Dumbledore!” cried Heustus, diving for cover as the Headmaster’s glamour went back up.
“Merlin’s balls!” yelled Franklin, pressed behind some garbage cans, firing over the top of them in Albus’ general direction, “No one said it was him we’d be fighting! Damn!”
Dumbledore was livid. He had been found out, which meant someone knew his plan to kill the Grangers, and they were being protected by deatheaters! That could only mean two things. Miss Granger was under Voldemort’s influence and Snape had betrayed him. The Headmaster sent a powerful blast toward the garbage cans, sending Franklin and the cans flying.
All around the battling wizards, doors opened and heads peeked out, only to withdraw quickly as their blasts flashed, exploded and ricocheted.
Joel and Jonsten were pressed on the side of the flat, aiming blasts at the Headmaster, which he easily blocked. Albus shot back a powerful blast that tore a chunk out of the wall as the deatheaters ducked back.
“We’re going to be killed,” Joel panted at Jonsten, “We can’t capture Dumbledore! He’s too powerful.”
“We just need to keep him from killing the muggles,” Jonsten gasped, peeking out to see where the wizard was. A blast caught him and he fell to the ground, blood pouring from his face.
“Shit!” Joel said, looking down at his dead comrade. He pressed himself against the wall.
Albus shielded himself and quickly walked back to the streetlight. It made no sense to kill the Grangers now. Hermione had already turned against him irrevocably. That much was assured when her parents’ home was guarded by deatheaters. And Severus was the only one who could have possibly set up such an arrangement. Albus had to deal with Hermione before she went to the Dark Lord and gained her full Primordial powers. If she would not serve the Order, then she would serve no one. He apparated back to Hogwarts with a clap of thunder.
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Hermione stopped writing.
“Professor Snape, something’s happening. Something bad. Very bad,” she said, rising from her chair.
“Hmph?” the Potions Master said sullenly, still pissed Hermione had known his intentions.
Hermione walked over to the chair.
“Professor, something bad is coming. We’ve got to get ready. We have to leave,” she said, her voice growing panicked.
The Potions Master took one look at Hermione’s face and stood up, his buzz rapidly disappearing. The witch was frightened to death it seemed. Had Albus made his move?
”Get dressed, Miss Granger,” Snape said, “Use magic.”
Suddenly Hermione stood before him fully dressed in robes and traveling cloak, a small carry-all bag in her hand. And she hadn’t moved. Her powers were coming under her control.
She looked down at herself.
“I didn’t think about it. It was the need, but I felt the power rush through me,” she said.
Snape checked the ward on the study. He turned to face the witch.
“Are you sure this spell of yours will work, Miss Granger?” he asked her, his black eyes hard.
“Yes. I set it to fifty wards. If it is the Headmaster, he can blast through them but they will still slow him down,” she said, “Can we go now?”
“No,” the Potions Master said, looking at the witch, “We must be certain Albus is coming for us. It would make no sense to go to the Dark Lord if we do not have to.”
Hermione walked over to the armchair, and sat down on the very edge of it, looking at the Potions Master nervously.
All they could do is wait.
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Dumbledore apparated in front of the Hogwarts gates with a clap of thunder. This woke Harry, who had been dozing. The Boy Who Lived stood up and watched as the Headmaster dropped his deatheater glamour, and unwarded the gates. He stepped through and rewarded them. He started across the grounds at a swift pace.
Harry followed him.
“Headmaster!” he called.
Albus stopped and spun around. He scowled as the green-eyed wizard ran up to him.
“Harry! What are you doing out here?” the Headmaster asked him, trying to hide his ire. Blast the boy!
“I saw you leaving and I followed you. What are you doing, sir? Why were you dressed as a deatheater?” he asked, frowning at the Headmaster.
“I was doing some work for the Order, that required such a disguise Harry. Sometimes I also participate in undercover work,” he said to the young wizard.
Harry looked at him sharply. He could tell the boy didn’t believe him.
“Tell you what, Harry, walk with me and I’ll tell you about it,” the Headmaster said benignly.
“All right,” Harry said. But he still had the distinct feeling something wasn’t right.
“So where were you when you saw me leaving, Harry?” the Headmaster asked.
“By the dungeons corridor. I was on my way back to Gryffindor Tower,” Harry replied honestly.
“I see. Doing some late night run-about with your invisibility cloak, eh?” Albus said, smiling at the wizard.
“You could say that sir,” Harry replied. “So tell me about…”
“Obliviate!” Albus cried, hitting Harry with the memory spell wandlessly. Harry crumpled.
“Sorry, my boy, but you’ve seen too much tonight,” the Headmaster said, levitating Harry’s prone body.
Albus floated the unconscious young wizard before him as he approached the castle. He would leave him at the entrance to the dungeons. He’d have no memory of what he had seen. Damn the nosy boy. Why were all his charges becoming so rebellious? Well, as soon as he dropped off Harry, he’d go take care of Miss Granger. Her death would be a shock to all. It was a shame really. She could have helped him so much…made his plans so much easier. She would have made him the greatest leader that the wizarding world had ever seen. But he couldn’t let Voldemort have her.
Albus walked up the castle steps and cast a disillusionment spell on himself and Harry, and cautiously opened the main doors. No one was about. He opened the door wider and floated the shimmer that was Harry inside, across to the dungeon entrance and lowered him to the floor. He removed the disillusionment spell. Harry would be out for a couple of hours. More than enough time to do what he needed to do. The Headmaster hesitated, then turned down the dungeon corridor, keeping his disillusion charm. Before he dealt with Miss Granger, he’d take care of that traitor Snape.
If the Potions Master thought Voldemort had given him pain…
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A/N: A lot going on. Harry was so stupid to stop Dumbledore. Please review.
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Chapter 33 ~ It All Hits the Skids
“Hold it right there!” shouted Jonsten, and all four deatheaters fired stunners at the masked imposter, who spun with amazing speed and blocked all four blasts simultaneously. But when he issued his shield, his glamour dropped for a moment, revealing who he was.
“Oh shit! It’s Dumbledore!” cried Heustus, diving for cover as the Headmaster’s glamour went back up.
“Merlin’s balls!” yelled Franklin, pressed behind some garbage cans, firing over the top of them in Albus’ general direction, “No one said it was him we’d be fighting! Damn!”
Dumbledore was livid. He had been found out, which meant someone knew his plan to kill the Grangers, and they were being protected by deatheaters! That could only mean two things. Miss Granger was under Voldemort’s influence and Snape had betrayed him. The Headmaster sent a powerful blast toward the garbage cans, sending Franklin and the cans flying.
All around the battling wizards, doors opened and heads peeked out, only to withdraw quickly as their blasts flashed, exploded and ricocheted.
Joel and Jonsten were pressed on the side of the flat, aiming blasts at the Headmaster, which he easily blocked. Albus shot back a powerful blast that tore a chunk out of the wall as the deatheaters ducked back.
“We’re going to be killed,” Joel panted at Jonsten, “We can’t capture Dumbledore! He’s too powerful.”
“We just need to keep him from killing the muggles,” Jonsten gasped, peeking out to see where the wizard was. A blast caught him and he fell to the ground, blood pouring from his face.
“Shit!” Joel said, looking down at his dead comrade. He pressed himself against the wall.
Albus shielded himself and quickly walked back to the streetlight. It made no sense to kill the Grangers now. Hermione had already turned against him irrevocably. That much was assured when her parents’ home was guarded by deatheaters. And Severus was the only one who could have possibly set up such an arrangement. Albus had to deal with Hermione before she went to the Dark Lord and gained her full Primordial powers. If she would not serve the Order, then she would serve no one. He apparated back to Hogwarts with a clap of thunder.
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Hermione stopped writing.
“Professor Snape, something’s happening. Something bad. Very bad,” she said, rising from her chair.
“Hmph?” the Potions Master said sullenly, still pissed Hermione had known his intentions.
Hermione walked over to the chair.
“Professor, something bad is coming. We’ve got to get ready. We have to leave,” she said, her voice growing panicked.
The Potions Master took one look at Hermione’s face and stood up, his buzz rapidly disappearing. The witch was frightened to death it seemed. Had Albus made his move?
”Get dressed, Miss Granger,” Snape said, “Use magic.”
Suddenly Hermione stood before him fully dressed in robes and traveling cloak, a small carry-all bag in her hand. And she hadn’t moved. Her powers were coming under her control.
She looked down at herself.
“I didn’t think about it. It was the need, but I felt the power rush through me,” she said.
Snape checked the ward on the study. He turned to face the witch.
“Are you sure this spell of yours will work, Miss Granger?” he asked her, his black eyes hard.
“Yes. I set it to fifty wards. If it is the Headmaster, he can blast through them but they will still slow him down,” she said, “Can we go now?”
“No,” the Potions Master said, looking at the witch, “We must be certain Albus is coming for us. It would make no sense to go to the Dark Lord if we do not have to.”
Hermione walked over to the armchair, and sat down on the very edge of it, looking at the Potions Master nervously.
All they could do is wait.
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Dumbledore apparated in front of the Hogwarts gates with a clap of thunder. This woke Harry, who had been dozing. The Boy Who Lived stood up and watched as the Headmaster dropped his deatheater glamour, and unwarded the gates. He stepped through and rewarded them. He started across the grounds at a swift pace.
Harry followed him.
“Headmaster!” he called.
Albus stopped and spun around. He scowled as the green-eyed wizard ran up to him.
“Harry! What are you doing out here?” the Headmaster asked him, trying to hide his ire. Blast the boy!
“I saw you leaving and I followed you. What are you doing, sir? Why were you dressed as a deatheater?” he asked, frowning at the Headmaster.
“I was doing some work for the Order, that required such a disguise Harry. Sometimes I also participate in undercover work,” he said to the young wizard.
Harry looked at him sharply. He could tell the boy didn’t believe him.
“Tell you what, Harry, walk with me and I’ll tell you about it,” the Headmaster said benignly.
“All right,” Harry said. But he still had the distinct feeling something wasn’t right.
“So where were you when you saw me leaving, Harry?” the Headmaster asked.
“By the dungeons corridor. I was on my way back to Gryffindor Tower,” Harry replied honestly.
“I see. Doing some late night run-about with your invisibility cloak, eh?” Albus said, smiling at the wizard.
“You could say that sir,” Harry replied. “So tell me about…”
“Obliviate!” Albus cried, hitting Harry with the memory spell wandlessly. Harry crumpled.
“Sorry, my boy, but you’ve seen too much tonight,” the Headmaster said, levitating Harry’s prone body.
Albus floated the unconscious young wizard before him as he approached the castle. He would leave him at the entrance to the dungeons. He’d have no memory of what he had seen. Damn the nosy boy. Why were all his charges becoming so rebellious? Well, as soon as he dropped off Harry, he’d go take care of Miss Granger. Her death would be a shock to all. It was a shame really. She could have helped him so much…made his plans so much easier. She would have made him the greatest leader that the wizarding world had ever seen. But he couldn’t let Voldemort have her.
Albus walked up the castle steps and cast a disillusionment spell on himself and Harry, and cautiously opened the main doors. No one was about. He opened the door wider and floated the shimmer that was Harry inside, across to the dungeon entrance and lowered him to the floor. He removed the disillusionment spell. Harry would be out for a couple of hours. More than enough time to do what he needed to do. The Headmaster hesitated, then turned down the dungeon corridor, keeping his disillusion charm. Before he dealt with Miss Granger, he’d take care of that traitor Snape.
If the Potions Master thought Voldemort had given him pain…
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A/N: A lot going on. Harry was so stupid to stop Dumbledore. Please review.