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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
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3,148
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49
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Chapter 33 - Divulge
You\'re never gonna believe this, but this story is ALMOST DONE!!! Just the epilogue after this, which is currently being overhauled by myself and my lovely beta, Anita Coffee. I wrote the damn thing back in August, so it really does need to be fixed.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter, because it\'s the last one you\'re getting UNTIL I GET SOME REVIEWS!!!! mwahahaha! and yes, that is a threat. No reviews, no epilogue. I haven\'t gotten a single review since what, July? Hungry for fame!!!!
And some long-overdue review love for erik and geekofyerdreams! Thanks so much guys! erik, that was one of the most flattering reviews I\'ve gotten in a long time. I\'m thrilled that someone acknowldges love for my style, as I cant stand writing long, stuffy, wordy, and overly-descriptive stuff. Tell it like it is, I say. And Geek, I\'m glad you went to the effort of registering just to leave a review! That says a lot! I hope you\'ve left other folks a few reviews too! We\'re a thirsty bunch....
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*Chapter 33 - Divulge*
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“Cream and sugar, Miss Granger?”
“Yes please.”
“Gentlemen?”
“Sure.”
“Suppose so.”
Dumbledore handed steaming mugs of tea to the three Gryffindors and took one for himself, leaving his bowl of lemon drops and a plate of biscuts up for grabs.
“Mr. Weasley, how much of the situation between Fudge and your brother did your father disclose to you?”
“He just confirmed what happened in my dream and told me that there was a Ministry coverup. Then I asked him about the letter and he said he didn’t know anything about a letter.”
“Ron, the Wizengamot has been looking into this letter you mentioned. We questioned various Death Eaters, as well as your brother, and discovered that it was a suicide note that was fabricated by Lucius Malfoy. Minister Fudge was kidnapped by Death Eaters, received the Dementor’s Kiss, and was left at his desk with the note for your brother to find. Essentially, the note stated that Fudge could not live with himself after everything he had ruined in the Wizarding world and didn’t even deserve death. Percy was driven to take pity on him and ended his misery.”
The trio sat in stunned silence as Dumbledore delivered the news.
“So Percy’s not taking any blame for it, right?” Ron asked.
“No, he’s not. Of course, our world can provide no worse punishment for a Death Eater than life imprisonment in Azkaban. The crime against Percy and Minister Fudge can simply be added to a long list of crimes against the Wizarding world. I’m sorry, Ron.”
“No, no. It’s alright. As long as Percy’s not being punished for what those bastards did… you can’t give the Death Eaters worse than they’ve got coming.”
“I’ve consulted with your father, and the truth will be revealed in the Daily Prophet on Tuesday.”
Ron simply nodded. Harry took a lemon drop from the bowl and sucked it thoughtfully.
“So what about the day when Professor Snape and I went down to the Ministry and Voldemort’s wand was stolen.?”
“As you may have concluded, Lucius Malfoy stole it from the vault where it was being kept. He then used the wand to vandalize Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and bring the Dementors to Hogsmeade Station.”
“I’m guessing you recovered it?”
“If you will observe the display case on my mantle, you will see that I did indeed recover Mr. Riddle’s wand.”
Harry looked over to the mantle and found the wand tucked neatly inside a glass case. He smiled smugly and took a sip of his tea.
“Professor? Regarding my retaliation against Mr. Malfoy…”
“Ms. Granger, as far as I am concerned, it was in self-defense. That is what I intend to tell the Wizengamot, and that is what every person on the platform last night would also confirm.\"
Hermione sank into her chair in relief.
“There is also, of course, the issue of your reward for your actions.”
Six ears perked up.
“I believe it is only fair that the three of you receive the Order of Merlin, First Class. Your colleagues from my Army, as well as my colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix will receive the Order of Merlin, Second Class. Therefore, I must ask you to inform the DA to keep June 14th open for the awards ceremony. And I believe Mr. Longbottom mentioned something to me on the trip back from the platform about Chocolate Frog cards?”
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A eight hours later, the three found themselves back in the classroom for the first time in more than a week. Much to their dismay, their first class had to be double pre-NEWT potions.
“Mr. Longbottom, please tell me what you are holding in your hand there.” Snape towered over the quivering teen. Two weeks ago, he wouldn’t have been this kind or patient.
“T-t-toad’s gizzard, sir.”
“Ms. Granger, would you please refresh Mr. Longbottom’s memory as to what ingredients I listed off at the beginning of the lecture.” Before the fall of Voldemort, he would have never been allowed to let one Gryffindor help another, let alone Hermione help Neville.
Hermione sat stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her friend’s aid. “Powdered lethifold skin, glumbumble fur, essence of daisy root, distilled white vinegar, and toe of lizard.”
“Mr. Longbottom, I suggest you take your toad’s gizzards back to the supply cabinet and retrieve toe of lizard. Pay better attention next time. Write down the ingredients. Compare notes with someone else. Just don’t melt my cauldrons or blow up my classroom. Leave that to the first years.” A whine crept into Severus’ voice. “It’s really taxing, having to repair lab tables all day.” His joke was ill- received with scattered giggles, which he surprisingly didn’t glare at.
“Good lord, kids. Learn to take a joke.” The class slowly picked their jaws up off their workbenches and retreived their stirring rods. Snape unbuttoned the cuff of his left sleeve and rolled it up. “I’m not a Death Eater, you know! I’m not planning on using Avada Whatever on you lot.”
Millicent Bulstrode poured goat’s milk into her cauldron and neutralized the acidic mixture.
“Well hell, in that case…Surf’s up, sir!” Then she proceeded to tip over her cauldron.
Snape’s head whipped around and he tossed her a death-glare. He flicked his wand over the gooey mixture and cleaned it off the floor, workbench, the robes of various students, and his own shoes.
“Ms. Bulstrode. May I remind you that I am still your professor. I can still give you detention. And I still demand order in my classroom. Cracking a joke or two does not suddenly mean that I am open to disobedience. I simply felt it appropriate that I reveal my kinder side. You chose to take advantage. Twenty points from Slytherin and two nights detention with Filch should remind you of your place in the Hogwarts social structure.”
Whispers and snickers broke the tension in the room, mainly from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Professor Snape had finally put Slytherin in its place.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter, because it\'s the last one you\'re getting UNTIL I GET SOME REVIEWS!!!! mwahahaha! and yes, that is a threat. No reviews, no epilogue. I haven\'t gotten a single review since what, July? Hungry for fame!!!!
And some long-overdue review love for erik and geekofyerdreams! Thanks so much guys! erik, that was one of the most flattering reviews I\'ve gotten in a long time. I\'m thrilled that someone acknowldges love for my style, as I cant stand writing long, stuffy, wordy, and overly-descriptive stuff. Tell it like it is, I say. And Geek, I\'m glad you went to the effort of registering just to leave a review! That says a lot! I hope you\'ve left other folks a few reviews too! We\'re a thirsty bunch....
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*Chapter 33 - Divulge*
-~-~-~-~-
“Cream and sugar, Miss Granger?”
“Yes please.”
“Gentlemen?”
“Sure.”
“Suppose so.”
Dumbledore handed steaming mugs of tea to the three Gryffindors and took one for himself, leaving his bowl of lemon drops and a plate of biscuts up for grabs.
“Mr. Weasley, how much of the situation between Fudge and your brother did your father disclose to you?”
“He just confirmed what happened in my dream and told me that there was a Ministry coverup. Then I asked him about the letter and he said he didn’t know anything about a letter.”
“Ron, the Wizengamot has been looking into this letter you mentioned. We questioned various Death Eaters, as well as your brother, and discovered that it was a suicide note that was fabricated by Lucius Malfoy. Minister Fudge was kidnapped by Death Eaters, received the Dementor’s Kiss, and was left at his desk with the note for your brother to find. Essentially, the note stated that Fudge could not live with himself after everything he had ruined in the Wizarding world and didn’t even deserve death. Percy was driven to take pity on him and ended his misery.”
The trio sat in stunned silence as Dumbledore delivered the news.
“So Percy’s not taking any blame for it, right?” Ron asked.
“No, he’s not. Of course, our world can provide no worse punishment for a Death Eater than life imprisonment in Azkaban. The crime against Percy and Minister Fudge can simply be added to a long list of crimes against the Wizarding world. I’m sorry, Ron.”
“No, no. It’s alright. As long as Percy’s not being punished for what those bastards did… you can’t give the Death Eaters worse than they’ve got coming.”
“I’ve consulted with your father, and the truth will be revealed in the Daily Prophet on Tuesday.”
Ron simply nodded. Harry took a lemon drop from the bowl and sucked it thoughtfully.
“So what about the day when Professor Snape and I went down to the Ministry and Voldemort’s wand was stolen.?”
“As you may have concluded, Lucius Malfoy stole it from the vault where it was being kept. He then used the wand to vandalize Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and bring the Dementors to Hogsmeade Station.”
“I’m guessing you recovered it?”
“If you will observe the display case on my mantle, you will see that I did indeed recover Mr. Riddle’s wand.”
Harry looked over to the mantle and found the wand tucked neatly inside a glass case. He smiled smugly and took a sip of his tea.
“Professor? Regarding my retaliation against Mr. Malfoy…”
“Ms. Granger, as far as I am concerned, it was in self-defense. That is what I intend to tell the Wizengamot, and that is what every person on the platform last night would also confirm.\"
Hermione sank into her chair in relief.
“There is also, of course, the issue of your reward for your actions.”
Six ears perked up.
“I believe it is only fair that the three of you receive the Order of Merlin, First Class. Your colleagues from my Army, as well as my colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix will receive the Order of Merlin, Second Class. Therefore, I must ask you to inform the DA to keep June 14th open for the awards ceremony. And I believe Mr. Longbottom mentioned something to me on the trip back from the platform about Chocolate Frog cards?”
-~-~-~-
A eight hours later, the three found themselves back in the classroom for the first time in more than a week. Much to their dismay, their first class had to be double pre-NEWT potions.
“Mr. Longbottom, please tell me what you are holding in your hand there.” Snape towered over the quivering teen. Two weeks ago, he wouldn’t have been this kind or patient.
“T-t-toad’s gizzard, sir.”
“Ms. Granger, would you please refresh Mr. Longbottom’s memory as to what ingredients I listed off at the beginning of the lecture.” Before the fall of Voldemort, he would have never been allowed to let one Gryffindor help another, let alone Hermione help Neville.
Hermione sat stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her friend’s aid. “Powdered lethifold skin, glumbumble fur, essence of daisy root, distilled white vinegar, and toe of lizard.”
“Mr. Longbottom, I suggest you take your toad’s gizzards back to the supply cabinet and retrieve toe of lizard. Pay better attention next time. Write down the ingredients. Compare notes with someone else. Just don’t melt my cauldrons or blow up my classroom. Leave that to the first years.” A whine crept into Severus’ voice. “It’s really taxing, having to repair lab tables all day.” His joke was ill- received with scattered giggles, which he surprisingly didn’t glare at.
“Good lord, kids. Learn to take a joke.” The class slowly picked their jaws up off their workbenches and retreived their stirring rods. Snape unbuttoned the cuff of his left sleeve and rolled it up. “I’m not a Death Eater, you know! I’m not planning on using Avada Whatever on you lot.”
Millicent Bulstrode poured goat’s milk into her cauldron and neutralized the acidic mixture.
“Well hell, in that case…Surf’s up, sir!” Then she proceeded to tip over her cauldron.
Snape’s head whipped around and he tossed her a death-glare. He flicked his wand over the gooey mixture and cleaned it off the floor, workbench, the robes of various students, and his own shoes.
“Ms. Bulstrode. May I remind you that I am still your professor. I can still give you detention. And I still demand order in my classroom. Cracking a joke or two does not suddenly mean that I am open to disobedience. I simply felt it appropriate that I reveal my kinder side. You chose to take advantage. Twenty points from Slytherin and two nights detention with Filch should remind you of your place in the Hogwarts social structure.”
Whispers and snickers broke the tension in the room, mainly from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Professor Snape had finally put Slytherin in its place.