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Harry's Shorts: 2.0	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 22119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Severus Snape finally has a chance to find out what Potter and his pals get up to at night, and with a bit of luck, he'll be able to get them all expelled. "Canon Compliant"

Howl

Finally, at long last, thanks to Sirius Black, glory awaited him. If Black and Potter thought he’d chicken out, they had another think coming. They’d be laughing out of the other side of their faces when their pal was kicked out of Hogwarts, and with any luck, chucked in Azkaban to boot. And with a bit more luck, maybe Potter and Black would get expelled too.
He imagined the look on Potter the puffed up peacock’s face. That would take Potter down a peg or two, and then Lily would see just how pathetic he really was. Quidditch champion! Severus snorted bitterly. He’d show Potter just how useless quidditch was compared to Dark magic—and Lily would finally understand.
Quidditch was nothing, Severus told himself, savagely squashing the brief image of himself on a broom with the golden snitch in his hand and Lily looking on admiringly.
His thoughts returned to the task at hand. The silvery light of the full moon shone down upon him through the still branches of the Whomping Willow. Severus peered into the inky blackness of the tunnel before him, his heart thumping loudly against the wall of his chest. A sudden horrible thought occurred to him.
What if Sectumsempra didn’t work on werewolves? What if the Incarcerous spell didn’t hold and the werewolf broke free of the ropes while dangling by its ankle in midair?
Severus almost lost his nerve, but the thought of Avery and Mulciber’s awed expressions and the rest of the Slytherins clamouring around him and cheering his victory urged him on. Setting his jaw in resolve, Severus lit his wand and slipped between the gnarled roots of the willow into the tunnel beneath. Slowly he crept forth down the long dank, dark passage, a thrill of excitement shooting through him.
He didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late, and a hand grasped his arm, making him start with fright. Severus whirled around to confront his assailant.
“Potter!” he snarled at the shadowy figure, half-lit by the light of both wands.
“Are you bloody mental?” Potter hissed, keeping his voice low. “D’you really think you’re going to take on a werewolf?”
“Get off me, Potter,” Severus sneered, struggling to pull his arm free from Potter’s grip, “Your pal is going down, and then you’re next!”
“Don’t be an idiot, Snape!” said Potter as he attempted to drag Severus back towards the mouth of the tunnel. “You’re just going to get yourself killed!”
At that moment, an eerie howl echoed through the tunnel, followed by a loud snarl. Both boys froze. At first, Severus could see nothing, but the growling seemed to be drawing nearer, and then—then he saw them—two eyes glittering in the light of his and Potter’s wands. Severus gulped, his resolve wavering.
Potter took advantage of Severus’s distraction and shoved him back towards the entrance, standing between him and the werewolf.
“Go, you moron!” Potter yelled. “Get out of here—I’ll try to hold him off as long as I can. If we’re lucky, he might recognise me!”
The werewolf let out a bark and Severus could hear paws against the earthy tunnel floor rapidly approaching. Panicking, Severus didn’t hesitate; he scrabbled in the dirt and hauled himself up through the opening. He peered at the trunk of the willow in dismay; the moon had passed behind a cloud and he could no longer see the knot to close the the entrance. He felt around the bark of the trunk with both hands, trying to find it.
Potter suddenly burst through the entrance and pushed him out of the way. Severus stumbled backwards and fell on the ground. Potter kicked out at the trunk of the tree and the roots closed over the black maw just as another howl escaped through the entrance. The limbs of the Whomping Willow began to quiver. Severus quickly scrambled out of the way, followed by Potter.
For a moment both boys lay upon the grass, panting heavily as the willow’s limbs began flailing. As his breathing slowed, fury overtook Severus at having been thwarted from achieving his goal.
It was all Potter’s fault! Potter had spooked the werewolf—he just knew it! Potter had deliberately tried to kill him—he and Black both—they had set him up! It had all been a trick!
Potter clambered to his feet and held out his hand to help Severus up. He swatted Potter’s hand away and stood up.
“Your werewolf pal is done, Potter!” he spat venomously. “Soon everyone will know—I’ll make sure of it. Then that old fool Dumbledore will have to expel him—he won’t have a choice!”
“I think not,” said a cool, calm voice, taking Severus and Potter by surprise.
They both whirled around to see the headmaster looking at them with disappointment on his face, his long silvery beard practically glowing in the light of the moon which had just emerged from behind the cloud.
“I think it is perhaps best that you do not speak of this, Severus,” said Dumbledore, his eyes piercing Severus’s own. “If the rumours are correct, and I have no doubt that they are, you and your friends have been targeting muggleborn students with dangerous spells. I would hate to be forced to expel you—”
“No!” Severus gasped, his eyes widening with horror at the thought of being sent back home, where his father was sure to be waiting and gloating. “You can’t—please! I can’t go back—not now.”
“Do I have your word that you will keep this incident to yourself?”
“Yes,” said Severus quickly. “Yes, I will—I won’t tell anyone.”
“Very well,” said Dumbledore. “For the time-being, you may remain at Hogwarts. However, make no mistake, if I, or any of the other professors, catch you using Dark magic on muggleborn students, you are finished at Hogwarts. Is that understood?”
“Yes!” said Severus sulkily, fuming inside.
“Very good!”
The headmaster peered at him a moment longer, then turned around and strode up the grassy hill back towards the castle, his gaudy robes and silvery beard billowing in the wind which had picked up.
“Yes,” Severus muttered malevolently to himself as he watched Dumbledore growing smaller, “you won’t catch me—”
“What?”
He glanced at Potter. Severus sneered at him, and without another word he marched up the hill, plotting his revenge and leaving a perplexed Potter in his wake.
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