Dedicated to my three close friends; Laila, Maura and Stef

Created; Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

Chapter Fourteen

The little girl stopped in her tracks and looked up. Clouds suddenly covered the once clear sky and plunged the earth below into more darkness. The girl was looking for something, something that continues to hide from her much to her annoyance. Her bag hung on one shoulder and swung around a little as she spun around in a circle looking up. Then the sky cleared and could see it all. A war, a battle. Everyone was moving to fast for her to make out good from bad, nor could she see who was who from her vantage point. Her bag fell from her shoulders as she watched but she ignored it in favor of the battle above her. Her heart quickened in pace without her really knowing, light flooded the skies in red, green, pink, purple to name a few. To most it looked like a firework display but to her it was the light between life and death. She didn't leabe from her spot, how could she? she stood hoping they would get out there in one piece, she wished it.

The were all moving in different directions and she was finding it difficult to keep up with them, they were moving far too fast for her. Flying too far away from her eyes to see, she couldn't lose them, she just couldn't. She needed to to see how this played out, for some of them anyway but who did she follow!? They weren't actually making this easy for her. Grabbing her bag from the grassy ground she ran in the direction of one group. She had no clue as to why she followed this particular group but it drew her in with it's over pwering goodness. Nor did she have a clue how long she followed them, over hills and fields but her energy was endless and time felt like nothing to her. Her hair bounced as she ran and her bag continuously bumped against her leg but she ignored that, instead continued to look upwards whenever she could.

She watched the entire thing. The fight, two on two yet it was unfair. The flashes of lights from each others wands continued to flash about causing barely any injuries until the spell caused an ear to fall off. Call it falling off, it was more blown off. The young girl gasped and stopped in her tracks, she could not bring herself to follow them further. To watch the person come to their certain death for every wound in a battle was a fatal one. She watched the wizard almost fall off his broom and she closed her eyes tight, keeping the tears at bay. When she could force them open she looked up once more and watched them fly away, leaving her behind. This mission of hers was going to be more difficult that she thought. From this moment on.

Ooooh! Great!
You really have piqued my curiosity!
Who is she?! Seems to know about magic..... witch of some sort? Will we ever find out?
Great job!
-Rachel

OOOOHHH!! This is really exciting! I like this girl a lot. I'm not sure why yet, haha. You are very good at making stories and anxiety sort of build up, which keeps my attention. Keep it up!

Hellooo new reader here. This is excellent, you must update soon once again! Brilliant characterization and plot and dialogue and atmosphere - love how we get an insight into events we already know but from a different POV. You pace out action perfectly too. But ho's this girl? More please!

Hello All!

I'm REALLY sorry for being a crappy author and having not posted in AGES, however saying that I'm am really busy at the moment at university. I DO have something to post up that is almost finished and I will finished it and post up this weekend. I promise.

I've been trying for something different this time so I hope it works, you all shall have to wait till the weekend for it haha, it will be a long chapter (well compared to my past chapters that is!) and will have two halfs (one half is one person the other half is another)

That I all I'm saying

I'm really sorry again.

Your Loving Author
Evangeline

Dedicated to my three close friends; Laila, Maura and Stef

Created; Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop


Chapter Fifteen

He was angry, well that was an understatement. How could he let him get away again!? It was a simple plain, corner them and kill the boy. Well all of them would have been better. They just constantly got on his nerves, well more than that! But again here he was twiddling his thumbs and he HATED it. Why couldn't they just die already? Would make his life easier, then again he always loved a good challenge and they were giving it to him, even though he knew none were a match against him any more. The thought made him laugh, his high-pitched laugh filled the chamber he was in and bounced off the walls echoing back to him and the few people in the room with him, who turned curiously towards him saying nothing. He knew they wouldn't, none of them ever did for fear of him. The thoughts made him laugh even more, his laugh was louder this time which got more scares out of his people. Let them think he was crazy, it didn't bother him. What did bother him however was the fact Potter was still alive!

Suddenly just as it came he stopped laughing and roared in rage, waving his wand around looking for a victim.

“Would someone tell me WHY Potter is still alive!?” Voldemort roared to everyone in the room, his beady eyes boring into those trying to shy away from him and those who chose that moment to walk in. Only one was brave enough to speak, Snape stepped forward.

“My lord, something happened that can no be explained. Some magic we have no heard of...” Voldemort cut him off,

“I am master of this race, there is no magic that I do not know of” He watched as Snape opened his mouth to speak again;

“But My Lord you said it yourself, this wasn't anything you've seen before. Something stopped you from killing Potter tonight, THAT is what you must work on...” He'd gone too far and everyone knew it. Voldemort pointed his wand at Snape and stepped towards him,

“Are you questioning me Severus? You do not have the authority to tell me what to do. I am your master. Don't forget that” Voldemort didn't lower his wand as he spoke, his voice getting more and more filled with venom as he went, Snape stepped back and tried to blend into the crowd of people around him. No one spoke, or breathed.

“But you are right, this is something that must be address immediately. I will not let Potter get the best of me again. This ends now” Snape and everyone else breathed and relaxed as Voldemort lowered his wand and turned around and stalked away under the gaze of his followers.

**One Month Later**

He stood motionless facing out of his office window at the grounds, the empty grounds at that. He marvelled at the handy work of his Lord although he suspected he was losing his mind. His words a month ago showed them that clearly. In fact it wasn't his words it was more his actions, however they were all too scared to speak up, too scared of his ever growing power to say anything. That's what all this is about, he thought, power. Nothing more or nothing less, power like it was the centre of the world

He hated it and just wanted to leave and forget it all but he had so many promises he had to keep, his life depended on that and he wasn't planning the end of his life just yet. Just then the door to his office opened and the two people he least liked – he liked them less than Umbridge! - walked in.

“Any news?” He asked them without giving them eye contact.

“No but that is not why we've come here in the first place,” Alecto Carrow droned on as he stepped forward. Snape waiting, “Something must be done about those few resisting against the Dark Lords rule” Snape breathed in and turned towards Alecto.

“We will not kill the students, that is not our instructions,” He paused, “Are you not capable to teach the students a lesson during those detentions of yours? I'm told they are quiet the talk of gossip around here” Snape teased eyeing both brother and sister. None of them spoke, just glared at one and another for a few moments before the Death Eaters – knowing it was pointless to say anything more – bowed their heads and left clearly loathing him. Snape watched them go and said, when they were out of eat shot;

“I'm not sure how much longer I can keep them from killing the whole school Dumbledore” Snape didn't even look at the portrait of the old headmaster as he spoke, just thought about how he could distract them both.

I loved it!

Meanie!! (I get why you do it, but still )
I loved the whole thing!
-Rachel

Awesome post! Write more soon!

Hey Eviee, great posts! I keep trying to think what the little girl's role in this ff is. Is her character always going to be in the background like nobody notices her and she does things or will she become a character that ... never mind, I remembered you saying you will tell us at the end. I'm anxious to read more on her and what she carries in her great bag. Now however; I'm wondering about your take on Voldemort's mental condition. Of course anyone who would be able to do the things he does is mental, but you know what I'm saying. I don't like Snape but I'm glad he is trying to help Harry even though he has to act like a traitor. And I feel comforted by him having Dumbledore there to help guide and encourage him in his dangerous duties.

I'll be watching for your next post, hope it's soon.

Dedicated to my three close friends; Laila, Maura and Stef

Created; Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

Chapter Sixteen

The little girl breathed in the early morning air as she looked around her, the world around her was empty, quiet. She liked the quiet, why wouldn't she? It spoke wonders. It said a lot and today It was telling her that something was going to happen. She knew not whether it would be big or small, she could fall over and cut her knee for all she knew. However It did not scare her, she'd been here before. Not in this spot so to say, but more in the lightness of the day. However last time she didn't want to leave - she didn't now, she wasn't - but there was so much darkness last time. The world looked so black then suddenly so bright, such a strange thing for her to witness. Like a fairy tale, they always get their happy ever after's after all. She liked them. The little girl always wished for one, well who wouldn't? Breathing in again the girl took a step forward and another until she had left the clearly well behind her, her bad clung to her back tightly and bounced a little as she moved. Thoughts ran round her mind fast, a single thought not sticking around for more than a moment. She could still remember the fight she had witnessed not long ago, a week? a month? time meant nothing to her, why should it? She had all the time in the world, well not literally.

Sigh.

The darkness from that day still clung to the edges, they were there, just she chose to ignore them. For as long as she could, the story was just going to get darker and darker as her journey went on. She knew she was going to witness things a young girl should never witness but she was a big girl as her mummy used to say. She could handle it - could she?

Jump.

Over a branch. Under another. Round a tree. Oh how she wished to climb one and have fun, or or build a fortress and pretend to be a princess. Oh how she wished. Scratch of the eye. Pull of the hair. Her lovely long red locks, twigs and leaves stuck to it making it look like a beehive. Or whatever? She however ignored it all, she could brush it all out later on. She had a hairbrush in her bag - she thought.

Breath. Mumble. Shiver. The cold air bite against her skin, she could still feel, she just couldn't complain. She asked for this, she wanted this. Her friend, her dear dear friend, out there alone. Wishing, hoping. She know what he wished for and she knew she couldn't give it to him, not now anyway.

"...Oh, I wish..." She whispered as she dashed past another tree, one step closer to her goal.

And home.

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Dark. Quite the opposite of light. Yet it filled the world, there wasn't a glimmer or light left, and she quiet missed it. Narcissa Malfoy twirled her wand between her fingers as she sat in the parlor of her home. A rather dull, dark place - she could help but compare her home to the current position of the war - a little laugh left her lips. The sound shocked her, such a rich sound, unheard of in today's world. She stopped almost as quickly as she started, her hand came to rest on her lips as if to feel the laugh. Or better yet taste it but she knew that wasn't possible. So much was missing nowadays and she missed such things as laughing.

Her whole life was filled with fear, something she had always felt throughout her life, yet now it felt different. She felt excluded from everything, and that's what scared her the most. The feeling she wasn't trusted, not even from her husband. The man she loved, the man she was married to, the father of her only child.

Draco.

Even now he was needed for something or rather, while she sat at home waiting. She HATED waiting, she NEEDED to know what was happening instead of sitting at home twiddling her wand between her fingers. Narcissa's frustration peaked so that she jumped up from her dark luscious sofa and began to pase. The room she was in was richly furbished, the green's and blacks spoke more about the occupants than even words could. To anyone who didn't know the Malfoy's - you'd be stupid not to - they could tell they were very rich people who liked to spend their money on the best. They weren't going to buy something secondhand, did they even know what something secondhand looked like?

Narcissa's clothing mirrored that of the room, dark, expensive, beautifully stunning. Her black dress hugged her at ever curve she had, there wasn't a single fault in her figure. Her heels clicked against the wooden flooring as she walked. Click. Click. Click. Black - like her dress - set off the outfit nicely. Which of course she knew but 'Cissa didn't care about her outfit. She could be wearing sweatpants and a top with her favourite singer on for all she cared. Wasn't as if anyone was coming to visit her anytime soon and she missed that.

Twirl.

Went her wand between her fingers and she signed deeply, her eyes darting towards the door of the room every few minutes. Waiting, hoping, her husband and son came home soon. In one piece.

"...Oh, I wish..." She whispered as she took another turn around the room.

Fearing the worse.

**********

He could here shouts and screams from the hundreds of students beneath him, even in these hard times they could have a laugh with their friends and he respected them for that. He wished he could just throw away the weight on his shoulders and have a laugh with a friend, but what friend? He had none. And he blamed himself for that factor. What was life without a friend?

Wait no, he had a friend, a dead friend who watched over him daily from the wall. How he must hate that. Snape's quill scratched across the parchment as he wrote his letter, every few moment he dipped the pen into the ink before carrying on as if nothing was a miss. The cry's of the students carried on, their pounding feet going up and down but he ignored them best he could and carried on.

...i didn't mean, no i'm sorry you've heard all this before, what can i do to...

He wrote before scratching it out. No, no, this is rubbish. It needs to be better. He thought as he screwed up the parchment and threw it away where it landed next to the dozen more already lying on the floor. Snape pulled another parchment towards her and started again. Dip. Scratch. Dip. Scratch. Dip.

This went on for a few moments more before Snape signed what he hoped to be a very well written letter, at least he hoped it got his point across anyhow. He sighed. Now what? He wasn't really needed by the Dark Lord nor did he really want to wander the school halls where the students filed. Even though he knew he could, and no one would stop him, most would shy away and try and become part of the furniture until he passed. Their whispers following him as he turned the corner, but what was he could to achieve by wandering? Nothing? Besides with his current headache being closer to the students would just push him over the edge.

No. He'd stay put.

Let's just hope he would be left alone. Or better yet, he hoped that he could go back in time to before all this happened....he stopped that thought before it went any further. Why would he want to change the past? the past defines you, makes you who you are today, good or bad. What you do from now on is what matters and he was going to do his best to make sure he make up for his past sins. He owned that much to so many people. He just hoped it wouldn't be too difficult.

"...Oh, I wish..." He whispered as he lent his head in his arms in the hoping his headache left him.

Go away.

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She welcomed the laughter, the student's smiles and jokes. At least someone was looking at the light side of all this...chaos. Her robes swished side to side as she walked the halls of the school, looking left and right for any trouble makers. Not that she'd pick them up on it, not with the detention system nowadays. It was just a...force of habit, just as long as the students didn't start killing each other she was fine.

The halls were surprisingly full for a lunch time, they wouldn't normally linger in the halls at all in case one of them 'disappeared' and never seen again. It was known to have happened once or twice, they just usually ended up in a bathroom somewhere a week later covered in mud. What they got up to these days amused her, it felt like a distraction to something much more - whats the word? - important that was happening. Whatever it was she and the other Professors did their best to shield the students the best they could and keep them from harm.

Sometimes that was easier said than done.

A student, clearly bruised from a recent beating, walked past with a smile on her face and Mcgonagal watched her. Good on her. The Professor knew the students were growing up more, some quicker than she'd have liked them too, but they could handle their punishments more these days and she was proud of them. They were like her children, she the protector, and for those few young ones that do come to her or any other teacher in tears then she cared for them. A hug wasn't too much to ask these days? Or a biscuit. People loved biscuits.

Swish. Turn. Swish. Turn.

She patrolled the corridors as the lunch period rolled on, yet the students didn't seem to WANT to go and eat lunch but rather stand in the corridors and gossip. And laugh. And joke. Hm. Mcgonagall stopped in her tracks and looked around her, the students ranged from all years. First years talking to Seventh years, Second with Forth, well this was new. She thought as her eyes caught an angry figure coming towards her. Before her ears were shouted into and her head given a headache the figure stopped by a small bunch of fifth years and glared daggers at them.

If she hadn't been looking for it she wouldn't have seen it, the small flinch and shiver from the students. She frowned in sadness, they shouldn't be put through this, it wasn't right. They were only children. And she WOULD protect them if it meant giving her life.

"...Oh, I wish..." She whispered as she made her way towards the group.

They were her children anyway.

**********

Drum. Tap. Drum. Lord Voldemort's long fingernails produced sounds as he drummed them again the arm of the chair he currently occupied. His comrades rushed around below him - where they belong - finishing tasks he gave them. He could see, more smell, the sweat beading off their foreheads. Their fears amused him, the stupid, stupid people. How pathetic they were but they were needed, he needed them, but they were dispensable and he liked that about them. The poor, poor children.

Draco.

The kid stood in the corner, shivering, pale as if ill, just waiting for his order. Was he that dependent on a leader? Well he'd come in the right place, that's what he wanted to give the people. A leader. Someone they looked up to and feared. He didn't care about respect, it was all about fear these days. Fear was power. Sigh.

But he was growing bored of all this, the running around, he knew he could crack the hand that held up the Order of the Phoenix in one moment if he wanted to. Then why didn't he? Because he liked games, games a bit like those children play. Puzzles and riddles. They were entertaining, and maybe it was time he put a few people through their paces. At least he'd have fun in the process, sometimes to take his mind off his growing problem...

Potter.

The dreaded boy! Still unknown to him, his whereabouts, and no one knew. People were willing to give their lives for him, or yes they were, which is why it would be pointless to take them. He needed a trap, bait for lure him in however he had a feeling Potter wouldn't give himself up for any old bait. It had to be the right thing.

"...I want..." He whispered as he changed position.

They were very similar anyway.

**********

He heard their wishes, their pleas and he would do anything to help them. God he would but he couldn't and he knew it. The thought brought a tear to his eye, his shiny blue eyes that stood out more than anything else. Even his snowy white beard that's length came to his belt. Even though you couldn't see his belt these days. Not in his picture.

Dumbledore watched the world around him, heard their cries and hardships, and did what he could. he owned it to them. He loved them, always did always will. They were his children, he was their father, he loved them and they loved him. That was all that was really needed.

He saw the little girl alone on a mission of he choosing. The mother scared to death of the future. The traitor with a secret that threatened to burst daily. The friend who'd give her life for her students...

and the dark one who didn't wish but instead demanded.

He saw them all from his frame and did his best to help those that deserved it. They were worth it after all. He would die all over again for the little girl, the mother, the traitor, the friend...

He loved them all, his children, and his falling tears said so much more than words could.

That was enough.

Hey Eviee, here I go again, spending too much time trying to figure out who the little girl is. Yes, you are very clever keeping us in the dark this long. Oh well, at least it is a good story to be hooked on. Sometimes I wonder if maybe she is Dumbledore's little sister in ghost form, but she feels too much in human form to be a ghost. Hmm, that sounds like it could be an interesting ff of some sort for my future ff. So, then I began to wonder if maybe she is a daughter of Bellatrix. Hmmm, I suppose this could work... But would she be so sweet that she seems to be? I feel like this is meant to give us a clue; I can't imagine Bella being sweet to anyone even her little girl, soooooo I'm kind of putting that theory on the back burner. My next and only theory I have; and I think it is my best one, she is ... now don't fall off your chair laughing at me, it is after all just deductive reasoning that I come to this conclusion. I think she is Fleur's little sister, and she has run away to find Harry Potter. Ah but hang on... I guess she isn't her unless she has I don't remember; she probably has long silver hair like Fleur's. Oh well, Eviee, consider yourself clever; I still don't have her figured out yet. (I see you there reading this and rolling on the floor laughing at my mental anguish. )

Anyway, off the subject of the little girl and my inability to figure who she is... I would like to say I love this bit; Very nicely written. I hope to read more soon. It is spring break here, I hope if you get a chance, you can post some more soon. And don't forget, my curiosity does not require you to say if I ever guess correctly on any part of your ff. I am a big girl; I can take the suspense.

We want more!!! Post Post!

Hey guys, can I just say I'm surprised I still have readers! :O that this story hasn't been moved because I'm surprised at the time its been since my last post :O University does that to you I'm afraid but I really do want to finish this story because I actually like it! I'm just reverting to writing on the spot rather than planning as that seems the best way of getting the chapters up! haha, Thank you ever so much for sticking around for the story, this chapter I'm moving on the months...enjoy! And I swear my writing style changes with every post..

And before you say anything I know this one sucks! I just can't think at the moment but I really don't want to not post!



Dedicated to my three close friends; Laila, Maura and Stef

Created; Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

Chapter Seventeen

The months seemed to have flown past, well flown, seems such a nice word, however they weren't. You, as the reader, are probably expecting there to be a full explanation of those months, the hardship, but let me - as a mere observer - tell you that it was hard. As hard as they could go with someone ruling you who wants you all dead, you could possibly imagine what the children of Hogwarts went through. What Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley themselves went through on their travels and what those helping them out, many would give their lives to the trio without question, for high their beliefs of their work. But one must know that although large their trip is those left behind bare equal - if much more - hardship than even you yourself can think of.

Mcgonagall sat at her desk writing vigorously on her parchment, the quill scratching across the page that would make anyone winch and cry out, but she paid no mind to the noise and instead to what she was writing on the page. A simple knock on the door awoke her from her trance and she looked up,

"Enter" she simple said as she set aside her quill and placed her hands on the desk before her, careful not to touch the page she had just written, through her glasses she watched as Neville Longbottom entered and closed the door behind him. Mcgonagall marveled at the change in the terrified high-voiced eleven year old that arrived at the castle a mere 7 years previous, not that she missed that small child for she was greatly glad at the way Neville has grown into the responsible man he is today.

"How may I help you Mr. Longbottom?" She said, stealing the letter before her a glance before she flicked her wand only slightly and it rolled itself up and settled back onto the table. At this point Neville had taken a seat before her.

"Professor, you're not surprised to see me here?" Neville looked shocked, although he masked it pretty well, the professor interrupted him when he opened his mouth;

"Mr. Longbottom, your disappearing act as well as those from half the school are of no worry to the professor. Students have been disappearing from Hogwarts for many generations, they turn up in the end" She said is a lighthearted way, "I doubt you are willing to tell me where you have been now you are back, I assume the rest of the students are back as well"

"No professor its only me and I can't tell you where they are" Once upon a time such a sentence would have sent Neville into a fit of shakes however no he stood his ground. Mcgonagall nodded her head in understanding,

"May you at least tell me why you've come to my office at this time, out of hours might I add, I should give you detention for this Longbottom...,"

"But you wont professor" Neville jumped in,

"...but I wont yes." She finished with another nod

"I've only come professor because some of us felt that at least one professor should know that we're not in any trouble and that.." He never got to finish as the professor's hand stopped him in the process,

"Do not say any more, I understand your worry that the professor's of this school are so worried about where you are that you felt it important to tell me how and where you are all but I will tell you this Longbottom. We are in a war, and secrets are what keep your side from falling, and this is one secret that must be kept hidden even from me. Even if I am unfortunately tortured throughout this war, which Merlin forbid I hope I am not! I will stand my ground in keeping the children of this school save before my own self but the less I know the better. I hope you understand, " She took a breath and looked at her student, "So I thank you for the consideration but something's I really must not know. I only hope that you're all well and that you are getting looked up well whereever you are, " She again pushed, "Now I think it's time for you to return from where you came and I wish you all well and I hope we can meet again on better circumstances" She gave Neville a little smile and stood from her desk to walk towards the door.

"Thank you Prof..." again Neville was cut off, this time with my urgency than before by Mcgonagall. The professor had walked towards the door to open so that Neville could leave when she heard a small noise that wasn't usually there at this time of night. Call it her cat hearing. Urgently she looked at Neville and waved her hand to silence him, the noise was coming her way and quickly. She looked towards her desk, where her wand lay, and back at Neville. Fear in her eyes though she tried to mask it, she was the professor in this situation.

She was thankful that Neville seemed to get the hint - for the noise was louder and he could not hear - and quickly produced his wand from his sleeve and retreated into the corner as quietly as he could. He then, under her watchful eye, cast a spell that shimmered over him and hid him from any watchful eyes. Mcgonagall had to smile one more time at this before she turned once more to the door and opened just as her 'guests' were about to knock.

"Well this is a shock, is there a reason why you have come to visit me at such an hour" She said, eyeing the Carrows, Alecto barged past her and looked around the room.

"You've had a visitor this evening Professor" Amycus replied as he too stepped into the room to join his sister in her search.

"A visitor?" Mcgonagall inquired turning to face them, "What on earth do you mean?"

"Do not play games with us! Where is he!?" Alecto cried jabbing her wand in a circle, a faint blush pinched her cheeks as she got more worked up and therefore jabbed harder. Although to far from Neville's last known position to hit him Mcgonagal was afraid she may stray in that direction, she therefore jumped up.

"I insist that you stop! There is no one here, only me running a few errands before classes tomorrow"

"We were informed by an informant that you had a visitor here this evening, something we believe to be true so we've come in investigate, where is he hiding then?! Tell us or we will make you" Although Amycus was the most calmer of the two he was the most threatening, however Mcgonagall did not falter She turned on the spot and walked to her desk and sat down, a way to be closer to her wand that sat beside her quill. She crossed her hands and placed them under her chin.

"I have already told you that I have had no visitor this evening, all other professors are probably - like me - preparing ready for their classes tomorrow which would leave the students and you both well know there is a curfew in this school and if broken will lead to detention per instruction by you. This informant of yours is no doubt a student meaning they're themselves breaking curfew which under normal school rules results in detention regardless of who they are. Are you going to follow through with that rule?" She challenged them They were quiet for a moment before Alecto jumped in;

"They have permission to be out of bed!" She cried before Amycus jumped in,

"It is of no concern to you who told us this information just that we have been told and therefore we're here to 'follow through' as you say with the school rules and punish a student that is out of bed!"

"Yes but there is no student here to punish"

"He is here! I can smell him! he's hidden somewhere. Where, WHERE!? Tell me!" At this Alecto jumped towards the desk and pointed her wand at the professor, Mcgonagall's hand shoot up and grabbed her own wand only to bring it to her lap and tighten her hand around it

"What are you going to do?" She asked them both, not taking her eyes off them.

"We are going to make you tell us what we want to know, and we will not stop until you do" Alecto gave a sickening smile and opened her mouth to shout a spell that Mcgonagall knew all to well and did not wish to go through. At that moment however the door behind them - that had swung closed - was pushed open with such forced that it banged against the stone wall. In the entrance stood a figure of importance, the dark light of day mixed with the small glowing like of the lamps cast a shadow around the figure all dressed in black so that the three in the room didn't at first recognize him.

It wasn't until her stepped into the light that he was recognized.

"What is this?" He drooned slowly looking around the room, his eyes stopped on Mcgongall for a split second longer than the others.

"This is none of your business Severus!" Amycus shot at him as he too raised his wand towards the Professor seating at the desk

"It is my business, this is my school is it not? Therefore I have every right to be here" He figured his wand in his sleeve but did not show it.

"Yes, you're the headmaster, do headmaster something just go away" Alecto waved her hand, clearly calming down enough to sat that one sentence, however Professor Snape too a step forward and eye'd her.

"I ask again what this is about?" He demanded, clearly losing patience, "No it does not matter, you will stop whatever you're doing. We do not attack teachers in this school, no matter who's side they're on or what they have done." He stopped talking and eye'd them, showing he was not backing down.

"Out, NOW!" he cried, treating them as if they're students. Amycus and Alecto glared at him but did what they were told, being the Dark Lord's favourite they could not do otherwise, "The Dark Lord will be hearing of this" Snape told them as they left. Snape looked at Mcgonagall and she looked at him without saying a word, she was shocked to say the least, that he had defended her with no explanation and resolved the issue in under 5 minutes.

She still had a huge dislike for him nevertheless, Snape felt only mild annoyance at having being pulled from his bed at such an hour to deal with these idiots. He didn't stay long and instead turned on his heel and stalked out the way he had walked in. Mcgonagall breathed a sign of relief just as he head; "Blimey" come from the corner of the student that was still cloaked there.

Hey Eviee, That's University life for you.I'm glad you are going to finish this and it's even better that you like your ff. I love it and I can't wait to read more.

I love the way you opened the chapter with such an ominous feeling. It set the scene you wrote wonderfully.

I also love the way McGonagall keeps aware of the things around her. Checking to see if the ink was dry before she had it scroll closed so nobody could see it.

And I love the thoughts that race through her mind as she remembers Neville from the first time he came to Hogwarts and is pleased with how he grew up into this fine young man before her. It was so sweet of Neville to risk his life to let the Professor know he and the other students who disappeared, are all ok. This was smart of her. I dare say though I bet she already figured them to be in the Room of Requirements. Where else would they go? I'm curious how he knew they were harassing her. However it was, I'm glad he got there in time to keep those two idiots from hurting her.

Great work Eviee, I'm watching for your next post.

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Last Updated: 28/05/2013