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Destrius	By : BurneHazard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� A knock on
the door woke Snape from a rather pleasant
dream.� Managing to open his eyes, he
rolled over and threw the covers back.�
Just as he grabbed his evening robe he realized that he was moving
without pain or stiffness.� If there had
been a Death Eater meeting the night before then he should have had a harder
time sliding out of bed.� Glancing down
he could see there were only a few bruises and cuts.� That in itself was unusual since he could
have sworn he remembered a lot more happening.

�� "Severus? �Are you
awake?"

�� The voice
of the Headmaster broke the potion's professor out of his puzzled
consideration.� Quickly, he tied the robe
closed and moved from his sleeping chambers to the sitting room.� Sure enough, Albus
had let himself in and was stirring the fire.�
Masking his confusion and uncertainty, Snape
nodded politely enough to the man.

�� "Ah,
I'm terribly sorry to have woken you, my dear boy.� I am afraid however it was necessary."

�� Recalling a
few things about the previous night distracted him from replying for a moment
before the potion's master cleared his throat.�
"It's fine, Albus.� Actually, one can grow accustomed to being
woken up or interrupted at any time day or night the way things are."

�� Even if it
was a sharp snap, the older wizard's eyes never lost their twinkle.� Despite Snape's
attempts at getting the other man to the point and then usher him out,
Dumbledore seemed to be in no hurry and the frustrated professor could do
nothing but sit as he was served tea and some lemon biscuits in his own
chambers.

�� "Now, Severus, I felt it only fair to warn you of a few new
developments which will be taking place this coming week."

�� Mentally
muttering that it was about time they got to the point of the headmaster's
visit, Snape turned his full attention to the older
man.

�� "I
have taken the liberty of inviting someone to the school for the duration of
the year.� He will arrive tomorrow night
so that the students can be introduced to him.�
Since it is your current task to help instruct Harry in additional
lessons, you should be informed that this guest will be taking him off your
hands at random times for lessons you cannot safely begin to impart.� The two of you will have to settle on a
schedule that will suit both your requirements."

�� Now that
was quite unexpected.� Blinking at the
news, Snape just stared at Dumbledore for a
moment.� It was odd for the man to have
literally shoved him into this only to come back barely a month since classes
began and tell him another would be helping him with the brat of the Wizarding World.

�� "Might
I inquire as to the name of this esteemed guest coming to give me a respite
from constant tutoring of Mr. Potter?"

�� Dumbledore
only smiled with that infuriating twinkle in his eye as he went to rise.� "I believe that the introductions can
wait until he has arrived.� Do try to get
a little more sleep, Severus.� Pleasant dreams."

�� All that Snape could do was snort as the headmaster was already
gone.

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�� The noise
of the Great Hall would have sent any creature with sanity intact bolting for
the Forbidden Forest.� Seated at the Head
Table, Snape grimaced at the students who seemed
intent on increasing the volume level.� Even
though it was dinner, there was no visible sign of the visitor Dumbledore had
spoken of.� All the professors were there
including Lupin in the DADA position.� Finally however, the noise died down as the
headmaster stood.

�� "Although
it is rather unusual for this sort of thing at the current time of year, there
are a few announcements that must be made.�
So far, reports of the achievements in all houses have been
encouraging.� On behalf of all the
professors I urge you to keep the good work up through the year."

�� Some odd
sounds came from the various tables along with a lot of bumping and elbowing of
certain people.� Naturally it seemed that
Potter and his lot were one of the main focuses.� Likewise were Draco
and his goons at the Slytherin table.� Snape knew he would
have to keep a sharper eye on them for a while.

�� "Next,
it is my pleasure to welcome a very special guest to the school.� He will be staying with us for the remainder
of the year and is to be shown every respect and courtesy that the professors
and staff are entitled to."

�� Oddly, at
that point, the candles in the hall began to flicker and dance.� A breeze seemed to be responsible save that
the air remained perfectly still.�
Nevertheless, the light in the Hall was dimmed significantly.� Many of the students shifted uneasily,
absolutely quiet as they focused on the Headmaster and looked around.� Snape himself was
tense and eyed the candles closest to him before also scanning the area.

�� "It is
my privilege and honor to introduce you all to..."

�� At that
precise moment, the doors to the Hall opened as a living shadow entered.� Gasps and even a few squeaks met with the
sound of the doors crashing against the walls.�
The thing swept in a smooth line straight down the center isle as
students pressed themselves hard into the tables to attempt to avoid the
phantasm.� Even as it neared the Head
Table however, the shadow pulled itself together into tangible form and ceased
to pulse and writhe every which way.

�� "Mr.
Des Masuku, the Head of the Neutral Order."

�� Stopping at
the foot of the platform, the figure turned.�
The mottled charcoal and black cloak rippled as it was spun aside to
reveal a tall being clad in the strangest of fashions.� Knee-high black riding boots with shining
buckles along the outer calves were perhaps the most normal feature aside from
that cloak and hood.� Snug charcoal-stained
leather pants were fitted almost indecently to the man's legs.

�� Curiously,
there was no shirt--at least not that could match the general definition.� What the man wore was some manner of
knee-length tunic fashioned of cloudy gray silk without any sign of fastenings
down the front.� The sides were cut from
the hem up to the hip where a heavy black belt rested about the man's
waist.� Whatever manner of top it was,
the neck was stiff and encircled the throat much like a collar might have.

�� His elegant
hands were sheathed in black leather gloves so sleek they seemed painted on.� Beneath the hood of the cloak the man wore a
strange black mask of some material that conformed to his face without
revealing the shapes of his lips or the precise configuration of the nose.� Only its eyes were cut away to reveal those
beneath.� And what eyes. Devoid of any
hint of color or white, they were like black beads resting in the hollows where
human eyes should have been.� A single
tear of crimson marked the left cheek.

�� Reaching up
in the ensuing silence, the man grasped the hood of the cloak to push it
back.� Shimmering black hair fell in
careless ribbons along the sides of the masked face and was long enough to be
trapped beneath the cloak he wore.� In a
moment those hands had grasped the mask and pulled it free.� Leather, from the way it matched the gloves,
it held no form once parted from the lightly tanned flesh beneath.� A few of the closer girls gasped at the young
man's features even if those unnerving eyes had remained alien.

�� "Welcome
to Hogwarts, Mr. Masuku."

�� Turning
away from the students staring at him, the young man faced the table and nodded
once in a partial bow of respect.� His rich
voice however was what shook everyone save for Dumbledore and Snape.

�� "I thank
you for the warm welcome and kind words, Headmaster Dumbledore."

�� Des' voice
was rich and flowing, easily sending a shiver down several spines in the way he
chose to implement it.� It was hard to
tell given that his eyes apparently had no real point to mark from such as iris
or pupil, yet if the shape of the lashes and skin around them was of any key,
he shifted his gaze to regard Snape.� A faint smirk touched his lips.

�� In his
seat, the potion's master suddenly groaned.�
Now he knew something was up that he was not going to like.� The likelihood that his confusion and feeling
of forgetfulness when Albus woke him was connected to
the newest guest at Hogwarts was a certainty.�
Just something about that fathomless gaze mocked him.� Later, he would have a few stern words with
the despicable man.� Before that however,
he sent a sharp glare at Dumbledore as another seat appeared at the table right
beside Snape.

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�� "Severus."

�� The voice
caught him just yards away from the portrait protecting the entrance to his
chambers.� Mentally muttering a few
choice words about timing, the potion's master stopped and turned around to
look to the source.� As silent as the shadows
that had heralded his presence within the Hall, Des Masuku
was approaching with a long, confident stride.

�� "Yes,
Mr. Masuku?� I
had been under the impression your conversation with Professor Sprout on the
various practical uses of Devil's Snare was going to last for another hour at
very least."

�� A cool
smirk brushed over the other man's lips.�
Slowly shaking his head, the newcomer finally drew to a stop near Snape and fixed the alien eyes on him.

�� "Such
idle table manners are not wont to hold my attention for long, Severus.� And must
you use the full title as if I were one of those inept students you are forced
to teach?"

�� Now he was
positive something was up.� Bringing his
arms away from his sides, he folded them across his chest and fixed a stern
glower on the young man who simply continued to smirk.� Snape was not
buying it.

�� "What
is the true purpose of your visit here--and by that I mean in following me like
some lost puppy."

�� The smirk
only seemed to grow before Des tilted his head forward.

�� "Actually,
I thought that you might prefer to be informed that there is someone in your
quarters waiting for you.� I seem to
recall you are not one who is fond of surprises.� This sort is one of those you would certainly
not enjoy without some hint of forewarning."

�� Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously.� It had no effect on the man who was the
recipient of the glare.� Rather, Des
stepped forward to slide around the imposing professor and near the
portrait.� Facing the painting, he
scrutinized it intently.� A simple if
scruffy raven perched on a gnarled bare limb almost directly over the stooped
figure of a wastrel.

�� "Black
Mamba," the man said quite clearly.

�� While the
portrait almost instantly opened, Snape hardly seemed
at all surprised that the visitor knew the password to his private quarters.� Fixing another glower on his newest associate,
the man stepped past Des to enter his chambers.�
Naturally the other man followed.�
In silence, the portrait swung closed behind them.� A moment later, there was a nearly inaudible
click as if a door's latch had fallen closed.
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