Chapter 3
Ron and Ginny were listening carefully while Hermione went over their meeting with the headmaster, Harry sat and stared blankly at the lake.
Ron was confused by the prophecy, "So Harry has to banish Voldemort? Surely he's already done that? As a baby, last year with Quirrell and again twice last week. Does it have to be the last Tuesday in May at quarter to eight in the pissing rain before the bastard will stay dead?
Ron knew right away there was worst to come, Harry didn't crack a smile at his joke and Hermione didn't bite his head off for swearing.
"We discovered how Voldemort found out about the prophecy, a death eater heard part of it and told his master. That's why he came after Harry that Halloween."
Now Ron was really worried, "Can I take it from both your moods it's someone we know?"
Harry spoke for the first time, "Oh we know him alright, just last week he took points off you for breathing too loud."
Snape couldn't have taken house points off Ron at the moment since he'd stopped breathing, his punishment for the torrent of abuse aimed at their potion's professor when Ron had once more commenced the intake of air would have seen Gryffindor house still in negative points as their children attended Hogwarts.
Ginny was taken aback to hear the hatred in Harry's voice as he spoke about this, even Tom Riddle didn't rate that tone from him. "Did Dumbledore tell you that Harry?"
Harry shook his head, "No Ginny, he was forced to tell us someone overheard the prophecy. Hermione quickly figured it had to be someone we knew or he wouldn't be so desperate to keep it from us. Outside of Hogwarts, the only witches and wizards we know all have red hair. Who does that leave?"
When Ron and Ginny used the same reasoning, both came to the same answer in seconds. "Snape!"
Hermione nodded in agreement, "Dumbledore appeared as if he'd swallowed a wasp when Harry figured it out, then proceeded to tell Harry it was 'professor' Snape. We got out of there after that, though McGonagall has excused us potions for the remainder of the term. Not that we would have gone back down there anyway!"
Ron's temper had been steadily growing, that was enough to push it to critical levels. "That's it, Snape is going to hear it from me, mum can deal with Dumbledore."
He stormed away in the direction of the castle as Ginny sighed, "You guys be ok? I need to go and stop him before he gets himself expelled!" A quick nod from Harry and Hermione had Ginny racing after her brother for the second time today.
Harry watched her go before turning to Hermione, "She really is a good kid, we should let her hang out with us more often."
Hermione tried not to laugh at his naivety, "Harry, could you stop calling Ginny a kid? She's only a year younger than you and, in case you missed it, has rather a large case of hero worship and a massive crush on you to match. Hearing you call her a kid would hurt her deeply."
"I noticed it at the summer but hoped she'd gotten over it."
An amused Hermione was still fighting to control her laughter, "Harry, her hero just slid to her rescue, slayed the monster with a sword no less before finishing off her attacker. Not only that but you then flew her out of there with the help of a mythical magical bird and helped get the bad guy arrested. Yes I can see why she would no longer have a crush on you, after dramatically saving her life." Hermione finally lost it at Harry's expression of abject terror. Basilisks he could handle but girls with crushes had him running scared and her giggling at his discomfort.
Harry finally caught on that Hermione was teasing him and figured that turn around was fair play. "Hey, I saved your life in first year as well, how come you were able to resist me?"
Harry saw instantly that he'd made a mistake. Hermione went from his giggling best friend to someone with a bright red face whose eyes were looking anywhere for an escape route. Harry reacted at once, he clutched both her hands to him so she was unable to run away before he could apologise. "Hermione, I'm so sorry. You were trying to cheer me up and I embarrassed you, please forgive me? I understand why you're not crushing on me, you've never seen the boy who lived, you just see me."
"Harry, of course I forgive you. We were just having some fun and I shouldn't have reacted like that. What you need to understand though is that you are so much better than the boy who lived."
It was now Harry's turn to be embarrassed, "I was trying to cheer you up Harry but it would seem I'm not very good at it."
"Hermione, just the thought of spending the entire summer with you is enough to make me cheerful, you don't need to do anymore. You've already done more for me than anyone else."
"Thanks Harry, I was serious about Ginny though." She watched the terror return to his features before putting him out of his misery. "She really would be hurt if she heard you calling her a kid!" That had both of them laughing as Harry's troubles were put aside for now. They would decide their next move during the summer holidays.
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Ginny was rushing toward the potions lab, hopefully in time to stop her brother before he got himself into serious trouble again. She spotted him standing still and was about to ask him what he was doing when his hand was over her mouth again. Ginny was not amused and getting ready to bite the prat when she heard the instantly recognisable raised voice of their head of house. She nodded to Ron in understanding and he removed his hand as they both listened to the clearly furious McGonagall.
"I don't care that Dumbledore trusts you, I don't! You will stay away from Mr Potter and Miss Granger for the rest of this term. Should you approach them in any way I will be coming after you, not as the deputy headmistress but as a friend of Lily and James Potter seeking revenge. You know there is not a court in the land that would convict me for any harm I did to you. You cost that boy his parents and then have the audacity to treat him like dirt on your shoes because he resembles his father. I refuse to sit at the same table as such a monster, we shall see which one of us is at Hogwarts next term."
Both Weasleys quickly drew back into the shadows as McGonagall stormed out Snape's room, they also noticed she had her wand in her hand and an expression on her face that would frighten braver men than Snape.
When McGonagall was a safe enough distance away, Ginny whispered to her brother. "I hope you're not still planning on going in there after that? Can you imagine what kind of mood he's in now?"
Ron took her by the arm and they both headed away from the dungeons, "There's no way I can compete with the rollicking McGonagall's just given him, you only caught the end of it. It was bloody brilliant! What we need is a way to let people know what that git did without mentioning the prophecy."
Ginny agreed but added her own bit too, "We also need to let mum and dad know. Poor Harry, he never seems to catch a break does he?"
"Ginny, the twins and me only saw a part of how he's treated during the summer. Those bars we brought back with us trapped him and Hedwig inside a tiny room. I'm so glad he's not going back there this summer. I use to think it would be so grand to be the boy who lived, now I've seen what it's like close up, you can keep it. I wouldn't wish that life on Malfoy."
Ginny had been giving their problem some thought while Rom was speaking, "What if we just said Snape is a death eater who was responsible for the attack on the Potters? It's still true without mentioning the thing we don't want to. A piece of news like that would be all over Hogwarts by dinner time."
"Ginny, you're a genius! Now that Harry and Hermione aren't going to his classes, then neither am I. do you think we could organise a boycott of potions for the remainder of the term?"
"If we tell mum and dad why we're doing it, I'm sure they'll support us. Why just potions though? Everyone walking out the great hall when he appeared would have an even greater effect."
"Yes, we would all starve to death! You can't be serious Ginny?"
"Ron, even you couldn't eat with that man sitting there now we know what he's done. I doubt very much if Harry and Hermione will be able to either."
Ron had to agree with her, he hated it when Ginny was right. Mum might have to send food parcels to Hogwarts or they would all be a lot thinner when they got off the express. They began hunting for the twins, if anyone knew the best way to get this information out there then it was Fred and George Weasley.
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They strolled back into the castle after spending hours chatting quietly by the lake, only to discover that once again Harry was the centre of attention in Hogwarts. Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones were the first to approach them. "Is it true Harry? Was Snape involved in your parents' deaths?"
Harry figured that after the whole 'heir of Slytherin' and parselmouth fiasco he would be getting used to the attention by now, he wasn't and still hated every second of it.
"Snape is a death eater and, because of him my parents were forced to go into hiding. He's the one responsible for having Voldemort try to kill me."
Hermione was at least pleased that both girls reacted more to the injustice done to Harry than they did to the name Voldemort.
Susan felt terrible for her reaction to the whole 'heir of Slytherin' nonsense, the entire school had turned against Harry yet he'd still saved them. It was an easy decision for both girls to make, they would be boycotting potions and encouraging everyone else to do the same.
The four entered into the great hall for lunch together. Harry had barely sat down at the Gryffindor table when Snape entered and took his usual seat amongst the staff. Harry's appetite vanished at the first sight of the hated man, he pushed his plate away and stood to leave. Harry had unshed tears in his eyes when the entire Gryffindor table stood as well, the real shocker though was when McGonagall threw her napkin onto her unfinished plate and left the hall.
Her actions did more to confirm Snape's guilt than any rumour. The Gryffindors marched out the doors, only to find the entire Hufflepuff and majority of Ravenclaw students were right behind them.
Other members of staff also tossed their napkins onto the table and left.
Only two people appeared unaffected by what was happening around them, Snape and Dumbledore. Both sat calmly eating their lunch while inside they were seething with anger yet helpless to do anything.
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Tom was also seething with anger and lacked the magic to do anything about it. When the fat muggle put his hand on her arse, Tom wished to crucio this arsehole until his eyes popped out his head. He obviously didn't need them anyway if he couldn't see what an ugly bitch Tom was.
'That's only your opinion Tom, I've had my share of admirers over the years.'
That thought saw Tom grab the glass of sherry and gulp it down. He'd been forced to finally enter a muggle pub when this bitch in his head refused to stop her incessant complaining that she needed her pick-me-up. He also had to contend with the rather obvious withdrawal symptoms this body started to exhibit. It was getting harder not to draw attention to himself when the body you inhabit wouldn't stop trembling due to lack of alcohol. A few sherries later and both Sibyll and her body had relaxed enough for Tom to continue normally, except for this fat prick trying to pick him up. This guy must be really desperate if he was making a move on Trelawney.
"Wow, I sure like a woman who can handle her liquor. Let me buy you another of those darling?"
Tom had to get out of here before he ripped out this man's throat with Trelawney's teeth. "No thanks, I actually have a train to catch. I have someone waiting on me and really have to be going."
The slob actually appeared disappointed at this, he either needed to drink less or urgently see an optician. "I should have known there'd be a man waiting for you, all the best ones are already taken."
Tom left the pub with Sibyll singing a happy song in his head, she was introducing the dark lord to a whole new branch of torture. Tom was receiving first hand knowledge of just how effective that torture could be.
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Kreacher's will to resist was waning, the voice was now promising him that by wearing the locket he would fulfil his masters orders and be a loyal Black elf. It had been so many years since the old elf had contact with someone other than his mistress that his grip on reality was not all it should have been. To destroy this thing was his greatest desire, listening to promises of how to accomplish that task was sweet music to his very large ears. He was old, he was alone, perhaps the voice could be telling the truth? Kreacher could resist no more, he pulled the chain over his head and the locked came to rest just above his navel.
-oOoOo-
Harry was overwhelmed by the public show of support he received, it may have been generated in large parts by the general hatred of their potions professor but he chose to believe it was in support of his parents. McGonagall had also made her position known to the entire school, she was firmly on their side in this issue. That Ron chose to forego food showed his depth of commitment, though he did grab whatever food he could get his hands on as they left. Slapping everything between two slices of bread for the most unusual sandwich any of them had ever seen.
Harry felt he had to say something, "Thanks guys for the support, but you know Snape is going to make sure he's at every meal from now on?"
It was Neville who was first to answer, "Harry, there is no way I could be in the same room as him and stomach food. I could do with losing a bit of weight anyway. I've already written to gran and told her I won't be taking any potions classes he teaches, they can expel me first."
A loud pop announced Dobby's arrival, "Would Harry Potter and his friends like some lunch?" Before anyone had time to answer, every flat surface other than the floor filled with platters of food.
This drew cheers from the Gryffidors and Dobby found himself the recipient of a Hermione hug. She was delighted, understanding Harry well enough to know he would soon be blaming himself for everyone missing meals. "Dobby, you're the best! Is there any way our friends in the other houses that walked out can get food too?"
Dobby was gone for a minute or so before returning with the good news. "The castle elves are serving lunch in two of the other houses also. They ask that you keep this quiet in case they are ordered to stop."
Harry felt so much better with that news, Snape would have starved them out and wouldn't hesitate to stop the elves if he found out. He was confident though that no one in Gryffindor would be saying anything.
-oOoOo-
Molly Weasley received a note from Ginny, part of her still wishes she'd brought her daughter home to the Burrow. She was forced to concede her husband's point though, Ginny was better dealing with this now rather than letting it fester for the entire summer before facing the rest of the school.
Molly was one of the few who had heard what had happened in the infirmary, she had given Albus a right royal chewing-out via the floo for not doing anything about Harry's condition.
Dumbledore's reputation had taken quite a beating in the Weasley household while young Harry Potter could do no wrong. She had sat with Arthur in the office of the most powerful wizard in the land yet they had all been helpless to save their daughter. When Harry entered with Ginny on one arm and a heavily limping Ron supported on his other, Molly thought her heart was going to burst with joy and relief. To then provide the information that led to a modicum of revenge on the person responsible for Ginny almost being murdered sealed it for the Weasley parents. All this while Albus stood by helplessly meant Harry Potter had enough positive merit points accumulated with them to forgive him anything, even Ron was forgiven for stealing the car for his part in rescuing his sister.
Reading that they were all fine, with Harry eventually out of the infirmary, only improved Molly's good mood. Discovering that they were planning to boycott potions, and the reason behind it banished that good mood to the four winds. Molly was out of her seat and heading toward the fireplace before Arthur had finished reading the note.
It took over an hour to get hold of Dumbledore, it would appear she was not the only one to receive a letter from Hogwarts today. Molly was just getting into her stride in a quite fiery tirade when her suspicions were confirmed. She was interrupted by Amelia Bones entering the headmaster's office, accompanied by Minerva. Molly would have loved to listen in on that conversation but had to settle for warning Albus not to punish her children, they had her permission to boycott potions as long as that man taught the subject.
Albus glanced toward his unexpected guests and wondered how he found himself the target for the ire of all these formidable women. He'd had Augusta Longbottom on the floo before Molly and was now faced by another pair of them, he reached for the dish on his desk. "Lemon drop anyone?"
-oOoOo-
The locket version of Tom Riddle awoke and the world didn't look right to him, for starters everything was far too big!
"Wizard is trespassing in noble house of Black, Kreacher is a loyal house elf, you must leave at once."
Tom was totally confused, where was his new body and what the hell was a kreature? It wasn't until he began feeling for a wand and only found a filthy pillowcase that the horrific reality of his situation began to dawn, he was inside the body of a stinking house elf!
"Be gone wizard, you don't belong here!"
'Silence elf, I am the master here. You will do as I command.'
"You is not a Black, Kreacher won't."
Tom realised the root of his problems, the house elf's bond with its family was one of the strongest bonds known in the magical world. Because he wasn't part of that house, the horcrux would be unable to break that bond and use the elf's magic to produce his new body. Tom thought that at least he was amongst his own kind, the Black's were strong supporters of his cause. Perhaps they could help him, 'Take me to your master or mistress.'
Kreacher thought about this and decided mistress would know what he should do, he ambled off toward her.
Tom couldn't even get control of this creature's body, far less its magic. Tom figured that once its master ordered the beast to obey him, he would at least be able to comply with the compulsion charm and apparate to Riddle manor.
Tom was beginning to wonder just how long he'd been away, if the state of this house was anything to go by then the Blacks had fallen on hard times. He received another shock when he found himself standing in front of a portrait of Walburga Black.
Tom was now more certain than ever that this old elf was crazy as a loon.
"Mistress, a wizard has broken into the noble house of Black."
The portrait started screeching, "Show yourself wizard or suffer the wrath of my house elf."
Kreacher took this as a direct order from his mistress and allowed the wizard temporary control so he could speak with his mistress.
Tom tried to stand up straight, not easy in this wizened old body. "Madam Black, I am Lord Voldemort. I command you to release this elf to me."
The volume of the screaming coming from Walburga's portrait increased dramatically. "Who are you to command me in my own house? You who murdered my son and heir. It would appear the Blacks are not the only ones to fall on hard times."
Tom was speechless, he must have killed her son after he created the locket horcrux. When she screamed for Kreacher, he was effectively relegated to the role of spectator once more as the bond with the house of Black reasserted itself. The dark lord was left without any semblance of control.
Walburga used her strongest voice for this command. "Kreacher, it is time to fulfil your destiny as a Black elf. This is my final command to you."
Tom could sense the tears of joy that ran down this creature's filthy cheeks. "Thank you mistress, Kreacher is always happy to obey."
Tom tried to coax the elf into allowing him control again as it shuffled toward the stairs. It would appear to have a specific location in mind, Tom couldn't discern anything though as its joyful emotions were leaving him quite nauseous.
It was a total surprise then when it stopped on one of the stairs and, after a momentary pause, completed a manoeuvre that its frail old body shouldn't be capable of.
Kreacher sprang high into the air before performing a twist that caused a spike sticking out the wall to impale him through the neck and up into his head. Tom felt intense pain as the creature died, ending his life as well.
As black pus ran from the elf's nose and ears, a magical pulse emanated from the manor in warning that another horcrux had met its end
The protruding magical spike not only killed Kreacher instantly, it shrunk his head over the course of the next few hours. The deceased elf's body dropped off before Kreacher's name appeared on the small plaque below his now shrunken head.
Unlike the rest of his mounted ancestors though, his shrunken head wore a wide smile. He'd completed master Regulus's last order and, in carrying out his mistress's command, he'd gotten revenge on the wizard who'd murdered his beloved master. Revenge was something the Black family understood and Kreacher was a Black family elf. He died a very happy Black family elf.
-oOoOo-
Minerva and Amelia were in the head of Gryffindor's office drinking coffee, it was coffee laced with whisky though as both women felt the need for it.
"I can't believe Albus knew what that man did yet let him work with children. Dumbledore has finally lost the plot! Susan will not be taking lessons with Snape ever again, I'm actually tempted to take her home with me right now."
Minerva shared her friend's anger, "I told Albus this would not be swept under the carpet, there is no love lost between the Potter lad and his potions teacher. Harry looks far too much like his father for that cretin ever to accept the boy for who he is. The headmaster has been fending off calls from parents all day, it can't be long before the school board and the press get a hold of this as well. If Albus attempts to protect Snape, it will cost the headmaster his job. Either that or there won't be enough students left in Hogwarts for anyone to teach."
Amelia could only agree, if that man was still teaching here come September, the Bones family would be one of many ending their long association with Hogwarts. At the moment there weren't any charges she could against Snape as Dumbledore would block her at every turn. The head of the DMLE was certain if she could get some veritaserum into the death eater, then Snape's new students would be the dementors of Azkaban. She was frustratingly in the exact same position with Malfoy, except it was the idiot minister who was protecting the death eater. Not for the first time she wondered how she was supposed to do her job properly when certain individuals could be placed above the law.
When Amelia left, Minerva noticed it was now dinner time. Knowing Severus as she did, the mere thought of denying her Gryffindors anything would see the man sat at the staff table for the entire time dinner was being served. Minerva headed toward her house common room, thinking perhaps she could get the elves to rustle up some sandwiches for her charges. Minerva entered the portrait hole and froze at the sight that greeted her there, all the study tables had been pushed together and were overflowing with platters of food. The prefects appeared to have matters well in hand and ensured the youngest got fed first from this sumptuous looking buffet.
All around the common room, groups of students were sitting with plates of food in their laps and treating the whole thing as a well organised picnic. She noticed she was not the only one who froze. Ronald Weasley had a piece of chicken tantalisingly close to his mouth but was apparently awaiting permission to continue, a permission Minerva was delighted to grant.
"Carry on everyone, really well done on organising this. You might want to have a word with the other houses though, so they could organise the same."
As usual, it was Hermione Granger who answered her. "Already done professor, would you care to join us for dinner?"
Hermione received some strange looks from some of her housemates for having the nerve to suggest that, they were all smiles though after McGonagall answered.
"Why thank you Miss Granger, I'd love to." Minerva was immediately handed a plate, after selecting her choices from the buffet, she sat beside some of her fourth years and had a really pleasant meal. She decided to visit the kitchens after this and personally thank the castle elves for taking such good care of the children. She would also ensure that no one could issue orders to stop this practice unless it came with her approval. Only Albus could overrule her on this issue and he wouldn't dare!
-oOoOo-
The magical pulse of another destroyed horcrux left lord Voldemort more frightened than at any other time in his life. All his meticulously laid plans were coming apart at the seams and he was powerless to prevent it. Three of his five anchors had now been destroyed yet he still had a passage through the Alps to negotiate. If his two remaining anchors were destroyed before he made it back to Britain then the greatest dark lord in history would be just that, history. Without his anchors to hold him to this world, he would be left with the choice of passing over or becoming a ghost. This could not be the fate of lord Voldemort, it just couldn't be!
The Potter brat was still a mere boy which also left the mystery of who was doing this. His two remaining horcruxes would now attempt anything in an effort to protect themselves, in fact they might already have. Lord Voldemort realised there was no signal sent if they acquired a new body, just if they were destroyed. This gave him the glimmer of hope he needed that he wouldn't end up haunting someone's bathroom. He still needed to reach Britain and that was going to take a while.
-oOoOo-
On a train heading north toward York, a strangely dressed woman wearing jam-jar glasses visibly shuddered and let out a loud gasp as the magical pulse hit her body. She wasn't quite screaming 'yes' at the top of her voice but still managed to clear her compartment of the other passengers.
Sibyll had used the surprise of that pulse to regain control of her body and was now enjoying just sitting on the train, she really needed to get out more. This also served notice to Tom that she was far from helpless, if his concentration slipped then she could push him aside for a while. She'd been so lonely for so long that Sibyll didn't object to the company, but the man was going to have to learn to share. Her hair was a mess as Tom hadn't even brushed it before they left the castle, she was currently using the reflection off the train window to correct her appearance. She could feel Tom trying to assert control again but she wasn't quite ready to give it back to him yet.
Sibyll was actually enjoying her adventure outside the castle, even if she was only looking out the window of a moving train. At least it was moving which was more than she had done in many years. Tom would just have to wait his turn.
-oOoOo-
A ring and a cup also felt the pulse and were attempting to entice anyone to activate them. Their biggest problem though being that neither were in locations that made their task easy. Perhaps this wasn't as well thought out a scheme as it should have been.
Chapter 4
The atmosphere in the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff common rooms was almost party-like as everyone banded together in their display of disdain for one Severus Snape, that there was bountiful and beautiful food readily available certainly helped. The atmosphere, or lack of one, in the great hall was definitely buried deeply at the opposite end of the scale. People were checking the banners hadn't turned black because it sure felt like a wake.
Three of the four house tables were deserted while the Slytherins appeared as if they would rather be anywhere else but here, all were afraid to say anything though. The staff table was no better, Dumbledore was in the centre while Snape was in his usual seat near the end. All other positions were unoccupied. Apart from the normal noises of people eating, the hall was as silent as a graveyard.
Albus sat watching as his school was dying right before his very eyes, he would have to take action soon before this became terminal. Doing nothing but watch and hope the school underwent a miraculous recovery was not an option, the movement had far too much momentum for that. It was quickly becoming an avalanche that threatened Hogwarts very existance, as headmaster he could not allow that to occur.
He reckoned that tomorrow would bring it to a head, for the sake of Hogwarts he was going to have to make a decision Albus really didn't want to. The old wizard hoped this wasn't a harbinger for things to come, he would also have to speak again with Mr Potter soon. He really should include Miss Granger in that conversation, the girl would probably show up with him anyway!
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After a Slytherin only breakfast in the great hall, Severus was then faced with a Slytherin's only potions class as none of the other students attended. The tension built throughout the period and actually saw the potion's professor shouting at members of his own house. When the next set of students appeared and they were all wearing green trim on their robes, Snape snapped.
He headed at speed for the headmaster's room to vociferously air his grievances. It wasn't that he minded the Slytherin only classes, he just wanted to ensure the rest received suitable punishment for deliberately skipping his classes.
With his robes billowing behind him, Snape burst into Dumbledore's office. "Headmaster, I demand you take serious action against the students deliberately skipping potions. Just who is running this school, you or the students?"
Albus ignored the last remark and addressed the first point, "Severus, there are no students deliberately skipping your classes."
This was like waving a red rag at a very angry bull. "If that is the case then how do you explain only Slytherins attending my first two lessons?"
Albus let out a weary sigh, "Severus, please sit down and I shall endeavour to explain."
Severus really didn't want to sit down but took the offered chair before Albus continued. "The reason that no student skipped your classes today is that they have all been withdrawn from potions by their parents."
Snape was back on his feet, his face the colour of the aforementioned rag. "This is preposterous, they're trying to force me out of Hogwarts! To hell with the lot of them, they'll soon come around when they realise their precious little brats need potions qualifications for their careers. I think we should let them all stew for now."
Albus could hardly look at Severus, "The parents are apparently well aware of the importance of potions to their children's education. Instead of 'stewing', most are busily searching for other educational establishments. I have already received a number of requests regarding students transferring to other schools and that number is rapidly growing. It will soon reach the point where the fees generated would not cover the running costs of Hogwarts. If it reaches that point and I have taken no action, the board will sack me directly before they then send for you. As headmaster, I cannot allow any one individual to become more important than Hogwarts."
Severus wanted to rant, rave and wreck this office. That would hardly help his case here though so settled for wearing his class one scowl as Albus delivered the blow he knew was coming.
"I'm sorry Severus, I have no other recourse but to let you go at the end of term."
"Don't you mean I'm sacked?"
Albus hadn't expected the venom in that last comment, "Your contract will not be renewed in September. You are free of course to view this action in whatever way you wish. I would like to thank you for your long and faithful service to Hogwarts."
Severus knew a dismissal when he heard one, this one dismissed him from more than this room. He walked out the office, contemplating what he would do with his life now. His anger didn't even have its regular outlets for letting off steam, all the students he could have screamed at were refusing to go to his classes.
With that particular bit of unpleasantness over Albus could put the finishing touches to his arrangements for ensuring the Potter boy was in the castle come the first of September. Anything else would be unthinkable so he had to get this right.
-oOoOo-
It was a few days later before the Snape story broke in the Prophet, to a massive public outcry that demanded justice. Harry and Hermione soon found themselves summoned to the headmaster's office. Thankfully there was no need to inform their head of house, McGonagall had been invited along.
"Professor, do you have any idea what this is about?"
Minerva shook her head, "As usual Miss Granger, the headmaster plays his cards close to his chest. I only know he requires the three of us, nothing more."
Albus noticed the anxious faces as they entered and hoped they'd be smiling by the time they left. After the normal greetings and getting everyone seated, Albus began his sales pitch to protect the future of magical Britain.
"Mr Potter and Miss Granger, our last meeting here ended rather poorly. It is my intention here today to begin repairing some of the unintentional hurt I've caused Mr Potter. I am aware that actions speak louder than words but would like your assurance that what we say today can be held in confidence until I get time to officially announce some of the items I will mention."
Both Harry and Hermione figured they had nothing to lose so agreed.
Dumbledore had three pieces of good news for them, so began with the biggest obstacle to the pair returning to Hogwarts after the summer. "Severus Snape will not be getting his contract renewed for next term. I hope you will keep this to yourselves until the official announcement can be made. I promise it will be soon."
Both glanced at each other before noticing it appeared this was news to McGonagall as well.
For his next trick, Albus handed both of them a small card. "After your valiant efforts to save the school yet again, I thought these would be more appreciated than a special award from the school. These licences exempt you from the restrictions of performing underage magic, though the normal rules of the secrecy act still apply."
Harry understood immediately what a massive thing this was for Hermione, her parents would be able to see her performing magic for the first time. Since she'd recovered from being petrified and he'd that piece of Tom flushed out his head, they appeared to understand each other better and grown closer than ever. He knew Hermione would normally have been spinning around the room like a cartoon Tasmanian devil at that news, she was stoically holding herself in check until she discovered what Dumbledore wanted for this 'gift'. They would have to wait and see what price they had to pay before becoming excited, that price might be too high.
Albus was beginning to get anxious at their lack of reaction, he really had went to a lot of trouble with this and was paying for the next bit out his own pocket. If this didn't work, he had no plan B!
"I can also guarantee that next year's defence professor is more than capable for the job. To prove this to you both, and in light of the prophecy, I have asked him to provide you both with extra lessons over the summer at Miss Granger's home."
Harry was so impressed, his studious best friend had just been offered extra lessons yet outwardly portrayed no visible sign that she was willing to accept this. Dumbledore must be going nuts attempting to figure out what they were up to.
"Harry, the wizard in question was a close personal friend of both your parents. Remus was in the same dorm as your father and the Gryffindor prefect along with your mother, he's really looking forward to meeting you. I understand Miss Granger will have to write to her parents and ask if this is permissible. If that could be done before the end of term, I would be very grateful."
Hermione took her time before answering, her heart was racing from sheer excitement and she was battling desperately not to show it.
"Headmaster, if this is a reward then I think the underage licence should definitely apply to Ron, and possibly Ginny as well. They should also be included in the lessons too, once I contact my parents we could set up a schedule. There is also the possibility of holding some of them at the Burrow, that way Mrs Weasley might feel better about them."
Albus was amazed at the girl's insightfulness, giving him an opportunity to placate Molly Weasley into the bargain. If the exams hadn't been cancelled, there was no doubt in the headmaster's mind that Miss Granger would shatter the academic record for second year as she did last time.
"Those are two outstanding ideas Miss Granger! Can I once more impose on you both not to mention this? I need to discuss the details with the Weasley parents before being able to confirm this. They may not like the idea of their two youngest being able to perform magic while their elder brothers can't. Is this acceptable to you both?" there was the faintest hint of pleading in the old wizard's voice.
It was Harry who answered this time, "Professor, we appreciate you recognising that you made some pretty big mistakes with me and are trying to make amends. Please don't think this buys you our forgiveness, at best it buys you another chance."
Albus understood these two were smart but didn't think they would see right through his 'bribe' so easily. "Thank you both, that is the best I can hope for at the moment. I will endeavour to make the best of this chance and hope we can move forward from there."
When both students had left, Minerva couldn't resist a dig at the headmaster. "You underestimated them again Albus, and they saw right through you. It was a nice gesture that will probably keep them at Hogwarts next term, providing you don't mess them around again. Miss Granger is one of the smartest witches I have ever taught and Mr Potter one of the most powerful, with Mr Weasley you have a trio of friends that have now saved the school twice! Treat them like the outstanding young people that they are and you'll be fine, start messing with them again and they'll be off to another school. Taking quite a few of their friends with them I would bet."
It was a thoughtful headmaster who watched his deputy leave his office. Minerva had given him good advice, for once he intended to follow it.
The pair managed the bottom of the spiral staircase before Hermione's containment field shattered and her exuberance exploded outward, all over Harry. With a squeee she shot into Harry's arms and was almost bouncing with excitement. "Oh Harry, just think! We'll be able to perform magic and get extra defence lessons over the holidays. This is going to be my best summer ever. Can I borrow Hedwig?" Hermione didn't wait for an answer before giving him an even tighter squeeze and kissing him on the lips.
"I'll go write that letter right now, it should be there when they finish work. Oh Harry, this is beyond brilliant!"
She released Harry and careered off down the corridor at speed to write her letter.
Harry was still standing there like an extra gargoyle guard when McGonagall came down. "Is everything alright Mr Potter?"
Harry just kept replaying that kiss over and over in his head, "Oh yes professor, everything is beyond brilliant!" He made his way back to the common room at a slower pace than Hermione had.
Hermione was already writing her letter when it finally struck her what she'd done, she'd kissed Harry! She quickly added a final line about looking forward to being able to chat with her mum when she got home, she would know what her daughter meant and take the first opportunity for a private chat. Hermione Granger had kissed Harry Potter! Not only that, she wanted to do it again and again and again.
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Dan Granger was distinctly unhappy as his wife read aloud the latest note from their daughter. He made no attempt to hide his displeasure from Emma.
"Extra lessons during the summer? Don't tell me this boy is so thick he needs summer school just to keep up. I thought our Hermione had better taste than that? I understand that opposites can attract but surely she could find a friend that wasn't poor and stupid to boot!"
Emma was so enraged, she let slip a piece of information the Granger girls had been deliberately keeping from Dan, "The reason he's getting extra lessons in defence is because he's famous, Hermione tells me he's probably the most famous person in the wizarding world. He's even written about in books!" for the studious Grangers, this was the ultimate accolade.
Dan was more than a little sceptical, "And just what is this skinny kid famous for?"
Emma tried to explain as best she could, "There was this really evil wizard who was killing everyone that didn't agree with him. He murdered both Harry's parents when the boy was just a toddler. When he tried to do the same to Harry, the curse bounced back off baby Harry and ended the evil wizard. This had never happened before or since so Harry is known as the boy who lived in their society."
Dan was beyond angry now, the sarcasm dripping of his words. "And just who wrote these books, the Brothers Grimm? The more I hear about these people, the more I'm convinced we're mixing with nutters!"
Emma's whole temperament turned glacial as she rounded on her husband. "It might have escaped your notice but 'these people' now include your daughter. She's a witch and there's nothing that can be done to change that, I will not stand here and listen to you calling my little girl some nutter! She believes the story, it's how the boy got that scar. Your daughter is best friend's with the most famous person in the magical community yet all you see is the poor boy's shoddy clothes. Your pigheadedness is making me wonder if I should have listened to my parents all those years ago. You alienate our daughter from us with your attitude and you can move into the spare room, permanently!"
Dan was beginning to understand he'd overstepped the mark, they'd been married sixteen years and this was the first time his wife had ever used that threat. It was also blatantly obvious it was no idle threat either, he'd never seen his wife this angry. It was time to backtrack, and fast.
"I'm sorry honey. You know I only want the best for our princess, I would never do anything to hurt her. So her little friend's famous is he? Well being famous isn't so bad. At least it's a start, I promise I'll be on my best behaviour and at least we might see what she's being taught at this school."
Both Emma and Hermione were afraid of this reaction, if the boy happened to have money as well as fame, her husband would have them engaged before the end of the summer. Judging from the last bit of her daughter's latest note, Hermione might actually thank her father for that. Emma definitely wouldn't be letting her husband read that part. She knew he loved his daughter dearly and meant well but Emma could see this whole thing ending in tears.
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Minerva would normally be tearing her hair out if three teachers left before the end of term, but not this time. Sibyll had never taught the students anything and Minerva was still celebrating her departure, while that faker Lockheart had taught the students nothing all year. Severus had not technically left yet but since three quarters of the school had stopped attending his classes he might as well have. Now if only she could get Binns to pass over, maybe they could once more have a school to be proud of.
Minerva was delighted that Remus had accepted the defence position. Albus paying him for the summer would also provide him with some much needed income before he officially began teaching in Hogwarts. Minerva didn't want the poor man turning up for work in shabby robes, first impressions could be so important when dealing with teenagers.
Albus appeared fixated on having Horace Slughorn return to teach potions and take over as head of Slytherin. She would not oppose that decision though couldn't see the wizard in question giving up his retirement. Horace had always left Minerva feeling slightly uneasy, it was human nature for a teacher to have favourites amongst their students. She considered it extremely unprofessional though to broadcast that fact. His infamous 'slug club' just rubbed her deep rooted Scottish sensibilities of equality up the wrong way. Minerva decided to quietly contact someone who might be interested in the potion's post in case the headmaster's plans fell through, the head of Slytherin could go to a more experienced member of staff.
Only a moron would take someone with no teaching experience and make them a head of house at the same time. Minerva had fought long and hard over the appointment of Severus Snape. She was all for giving the young man the chance to see if he could teach potions as well as he brewed them. In her opinion, taking a young man only a few years out of Hogwarts and making him a member of the senior staff had been a disaster right from the start.
Only the total and unwavering support of the headmaster had kept Severus in that position. Once that support was lost, the resulting dismissal was inevitable. With competent teachers of defence, potions and divination being removed from the syllabus, Minerva found herself looking forward to a new term with more enthusiasm than she had for many years.
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Frank Bryce couldn't remember what enthusiasm was, it had been so long since he'd had any. Even going down to the pub for a pint and a bit of lunch was now a bit of a chore, he should really have stopped going years ago. The only reason he still went was some foolish notion of pride. The locals in the bar didn't want him there, Frank refused to give the bastards the satisfaction of thinking they were responsible for him no longer going.
The trek back up to his cottage was rapidly becoming too much for the former soldier, the shrapnel imbedded in his leg all those years ago was reducing his mobility more as old age worked its particular form of magic.
Long gone was the young soldier who thought he was indestructible, his training had left Frank feeling he was untouchable and on top of the world. His first foray into combat had soon quenched those thoughts, the shell that earned him his pittance of a disability pension put paid to the military career he'd been dreaming of. Frank had come home to lick his wounds and recover from being tossed onto the scrapheap of life at such a young age. He remembered being pleased on discovering that his old job was still available, fate must have been pissing herself laughing at him.
Discovering those three bodies inside his employer's manor so soon after returning to the village was the final kick in the teeth for Frank Bryce. He was the gardener who'd so recently returned from war, he might as well have had 'I did it' stamped on his forehead. The police couldn't prove he did it, though not from lack of effort on their part – the bastards! Everyone in the village and surrounding countryside also believed he murdered those three people, nothing was ever going to change that.
The whispering had began before the incident even happened, 'war changes a man' and 'not the same since he came back'. Of course he wasn't the bloody same, who would be? Like any young man, Frank had dreams of a wife and family. Those dreams remained just that as the reality of his new situation began to make itself known.
Frank had neither the education, experience, references or finances available to move away from his current position, yet no local girl would come anywhere near the man who got away with murder. He was trapped in his gardener/caretaker role that provided him with a home and a salary from the Riddle estate to look after the place. This was not the future he imagined for himself when he had first proudly worn his country's uniform and set off to war. All these years later and, to everyone in a twenty mile radius, he was still the crazy old man who had murdered the Riddles and got away with it.
He was disturbed from his mental musings by the sight of a dilapidated cottage, there was the shrivelled body of a dead snake nailed to the door. In all the years he'd lived here Frank had never laid eyes on this place, he was sure he would have remembered seeing this before. Come to think of it, he never came home this way either. Something inside the cottage seemed to call out to Frank and he already knew he was going in there for a look. He wasn't in the slightest bit worried. As far as the old soldier was concerned, Frank Bryce didn't have much of a life to lose.
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Albus had another problem, how to get the information about Severus Snape's imminent departure from Hogwarts to everyone who needed to hear it. Normally he would just make an announcement at dinner and the rest would take care of itself. Since three quarters of the students wouldn't be there, this was the crux of the headmaster's problem. The very students who needed to know would be the ones who would be missing. His idea of calling a whole school assembly had the potential to backfire on him if the whole school didn't attend, he would be forced to punish those students he was trying to placate.
Thus Albus found himself standing before a great hall containing only Slytherin students and one professor. He now thought this way might actually be better, at least Severus would be able to leave with some dignity. "It saddens me greatly to announce that yet another professor is leaving our Hogwarts family. Professor Snape has made the decision that his future lies outwith these walls and will therefore not be returning to us next year. I'm sure you'll join me in not only thanking him for his years of dedication to Hogwarts, but wishing him well for the future."
Albus led the polite applause that eventually came from the Slytherin table while Severus sat there without moving a single facial muscle from his trademark scowl. The headmaster hated to think what the reaction would have been if he'd made that announcement to a packed hall. He could easily envisage redheaded twins dancing on the Gryffindor table, Minerva would seem more inclined to join them than issue reprimands over this matter.
The ghosts and portraits would soon see that news spread to the other three houses, gossip was one of the few pleasures left open to them. He would have a delicate word with Minerva about curbing the elves support for those boycotting the great hall at meal times. Sandwiches and juice could still be served in their houses but, if they wanted a proper hot meal, they really needed to use the facilities the castle provided. Their boycott had gained them the required result, it was time they learned to be magnanimous in victory. Albus saw being able to teach the students how to forgive as being one of their main tasks as educators.
The headmaster tried hard not to imagine the leaving feast if three quarters of the school's students, and most of the staff, refused to participate. This would be especially galling as he once again planned to distribute some last minute house points. A lot of students were feeling guilty with their behaviour over the whole 'Heir of Slytherin' fiasco, Albus thought that was one of the reasons this boycott received such support. They'd let one of their own down badly this year yet here they were being given the chance to publicly atone. Only the Slytherins would complain at Gryffindor snatching the house cup again this year.
They had been shoo-ins to win the Quidditch cup as well until that last game had to be cancelled and it was a pity there was no time left to reschedule the game, Albus couldn't think of many better ways to ingratiate himself with Minerva and the Potter lad than giving them the opportunity to win the Quidditch cup.
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Harry and Hermione were busy trying to act like that kiss earlier hadn't changed anything between them when a joyful Ron and Ginny came racing toward the couple, "Have you heard the rumours about Snape? Do you think it's true?"
Both shared a glance at Ron's news that Ginny immediately picked up on, "Did you two already know? If you did, why didn't you tell us?"
It was Harry who answered, "The rumour's true Ginny, we found out earlier today. We were told not to tell anyone until an official announcement could be made, we both figured that would be tomorrow at the very latest."
They could see Ron was hurt by this, "Oh, so now we're classes as anyone mate? Thanks very much!"
Hermione wasn't used to playing the part of peacemaker but she didn't want to see this developing into an argument. "Look Ron, we're sorry! There were some other things discussed today that we're dying to tell you about but Dumbledore needs to contact your parents first for permission. All I can say is that it concerns the summer and is very exciting."
Ron studied his best female friend for a moment before replying, "Hermione, the only thing I can think of that would get you this excited is extra lessons over the holidays. Please, please tell me I'm wrong."
Hermione's face blushed bright red while Harry couldn't contain his laughter.
Ginny was puzzled, "The thought of extra lessons during the holidays really has you that excited?"
Hermione was now getting upset, "It's not just the extra lessons, my parents have never seen me perform magic before."
Ron's brows furrowed as it was his turn to be puzzled, he went through the trio's normal ritual of thinking out loud when problem solving. "Even with the extra lessons, you still wouldn't be able to do magic unless…"
The other three could see he'd worked it out and, as Ginny was closer, she clamped her hand over her brother's mouth in payback.
"Ron, this is obviously something Harry and Hermione don't want becoming public knowledge. Could you please not shout it out loud so everyone can hear?"
He was now nodding eagerly while his eyes were once more sparkling from excitement. As Ginny removed her hand, Ron couldn't contain his jubilation. "Do you realise what this means Ginny? The twins wouldn't be able to prank us all summer if we can do magic and they can't"
Hermione was now shaking her head, "This is why we were ordered not to tell you, it needs parental permission for this to happen. The headmaster is worried your mum might say no for that very reason, she wouldn't want the two youngest being able to do magic while others couldn't."
Ron felt as if the Quidditch cup had been snatched out his hands and handed to Slytherin, Ginny also appeared worried her parents would refuse permission. "Would mum and dad really stop us getting extra lessons over the summer?"
Ron's mood improved, "Ginny, you're a genius! We play up the educational angle and say we're desperate to learn, mum won't say no to that. By the way, what are the extra lessons?"
With a totally deadpan expression Hermione replied, "History of Magic!"
Ron's face was such a picture of horror that the other three were laughing before he realised he'd been pranked by Miss prim and proper Granger. Hanging out with him and Harry was good for her.
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That evening at the Burrow, Molly and Arthur had just finished dinner so now it was decision time. Before that though the head of the Weasley family had a question for his wife. "Molly, why are you so keen on this idea? I was sure you would be totally opposed to the children performing magic during the holidays."
Molly's slight blush wasn't missed by her husband, "Well it would be good for them, from an educational point of view. It will also help Ginny if she's around friends during the summer, instead of stuck here with her brothers."
Arthur was beginning to see what his wife was up to, "By friends, I'm assuming you mean Harry?"
Molly's blush deepened at being caught so easily. "Well Arthur, he's such a nice boy. Ginny really enjoyed him staying here for part of the summer last year."
Arthur was trying not to chuckle at that, "Really enjoyed? I don't think our daughter said two words to him the whole time he was here. This wouldn't have anything to do with the lad staying with his other friend, the Granger girl, would it?"
Molly's complexion was now as red as any apple that came from their orchard. A blind man could have seen that their little Ginny was smitten with the Potter lad, Arthur didn't miss much when it concerned his family. "Molly, our Ginny will be twelve on her birthday while the Potter boy is just about to become a teenager. They're way to young to be anything other than friends so I don't want you interfering here."
Molly attempted to appear hurt but couldn't quite manage it, the embarrassment of being so easily read by her husband was the main emotion displayed on her face. "I am quite aware of our children's ages, I'm also sure we're both well aware our daughter is infatuated with this lad. All I'm doing here is providing some opportunities for them to get to know one another, friendship has to come before anything else can develop. Look at the effect having those two as friends has had on our Ronald, I was very proud of him when he went to rescue Harry from those awful relatives last year. Now he helped rescue his sister, he's turning into a fine young wizard who's already making his mark in our world. His two friends have played a big part in that change and I want the same for Ginny. I won't lie and say I wouldn't be delighted if, later on, Harry and Ginny became more than friends. Every mother in the country with a daughter is hoping for the same thing, he's such a fine young man."
Arthur could only nod in agreement, most of the father's of witches would be doing the same. That would be until they got to know the lad, then they would be reaching for the betrothal contracts. The Weasleys would never have anything to do with those things while Arthur was head of the family. "Ok Molly, I have no problem with Ginny becoming their friend. Do not interfere further than that, those three are already very tight. It will be hard enough for Ginny to find her place in the group without you trying to push Harry and Ginny together. You could see Harry and Hermione turning away from her and I would hate to see Ron being forced to choose. The poor boy would be in a no-win situation, I will not stand for that Molly!"
When her husband used that tone Molly was left in no doubt that the decision had been made. It also made her weak at the knees when Arthur used his 'head of house' voice. She would pen a quick note to the kids and Albus, before hopefully having an early night.
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Severus Snape had effectively been neutered, he was out of a job and had no release for his frustrations. The very students he wanted to strangle he was banned from going anywhere near, they were also the very students responsible for getting him sacked. Albus could dress it up any way he liked but he was being sacked.
His options now were severely limited, the article in the Prophet left him practically unemployable in Britain and his savings wouldn't take him far. He was one of the few people who understood there was an absolute fortune lying right below his feet, just waiting on the right person to pick it up. Severus had no doubt he should be that person, the basilisk carcass would easily provide him with enough capital to open his own apothecary. He didn't believe for one second the grossly exaggerated account of the size of the beast. After all, Potter had killed it with a sword so how big could it be? It was time to visit Albus and see if that pet pigeon of his would take them down to the chamber.
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Tom arrived in Little Hangleton after having to take two busses since leaving the train. It was now pitch dark and he wasn't sure he could even find the mansion at the moment, the bitch was back and nagging about her nightcap. Tom also didn't know if there would be anyone else already there, the jolt from the other horcrux being destroyed now had him exceedingly jumpy. He figured that anyone who got there before him would be feeling the same, he didn't want to come across them in the dark with nothing more than an empty sherry bottle in his hand.
At the mention of sherry, Sibyll perked up. Tom was going to be forced to book in for bed and breakfast at the local pub, he also knew he was going to be forced to sit at the bar and have a few drinks or he would never be allowed to sleep tonight. He just hoped the village mentality would see the locals giving the stranger a wide berth, they didn't come any stranger than Sibyll Trelawney! Tom really needed to get himself some kind of weapon. Somehow hitting a man with your handbag didn't seem an appropriate punishment for a muggle daring to lay their hands on the dark lord.