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The Boy Who Flipped
Excusive Rita Skeeter
Scenes of chaos and confusion abounded at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry today as the Dark Mark of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Names blazes above the schools Quidditch pitch the memorial service being held for three missing students. It is now confirmed that the students in question (see pg 5 Brilliance lost) are deceased; the Ministry is exerting all of its powers to investigate these senseless death (see pg 8 What has been done and what will be done?).
Amid the terror this reporter was witness to a display of such mindless grief that even now I shudder as I put quill to parchment. Harry Potter, the much vaunted Boy-Who-Lived, today showed a very different nature to the world. Demonstrating an advanced knowledge of the Dark Arts he attacked a faculty member severely wounding Professor Severus Snape (see pg 2 Was Snape the only target) before being subdued by the combined efforts of Headmaster Dumbledore and three other teachers. As the boy was being led away he kept yelling “I told you Snape killed them, I saw it.”
The school’s Medi-witch, Madame Pomfrey, refused to comment later other than to say that the Boy-Who-Lived was under supervision and had been under a great deal of emotional strain. No word is available yet on Professor Snape’s condition.
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Albus left the Gryffindor Tower with a heavy heart. They had taken three solid hours to get Harry to calm down, or at least calm enough that the boy could be left in Minerva’s care. Three hours of anguished pleas and impassioned accusations that had felt like three years: three hours in hell as Albus was forced to choose between Harry’s sanity and the Order’s need for information; three hours spent second and third guessing himself into a black hole of doubt. In the end it had been the need for information, no matter how tainted the source, that had won the day and forced him to concede the need to protect Severus: from Harry, and any others, who would now be hell bent on seeing the Potion’s Master in Azkaban but only because he refused to waste the deaths of Miss Granger and Mr.’s Smithson and Gray.
Having finally secured Harry, Albus made his way towards the Headmasters Office. The call of lemon drops a subtle siren towards a moment of piece and tranquility before dealing with the problem that was Severus Snape. That moment of piece was not to eventuate… Waiting in his Office sat Frederick Masters, and the Head Auror did not look pleased.
“Albus,” Masters said as he looked up when the door to the office opened, “can I have a few moment of your time?” The question was entirely rhetorical.
Headmaster of Hogwarts he might be but even he couldn’t just turn around and leave… Much as he would have liked to. Masters was likely to ask questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.
“How is Professor Snape?” Masters asked.
Not the question Albus was expecting.
“Snape. He’s currently in the infirmary. I was about to wander down to the infirmary and speak with Madam Pomfrey.” Albus replied with a heavy heart.
“And Mr. Potter?”
“Resting. I believe the last week’s events have upset the boy more than I though.”
“Yes,” Masters looked inordinately pleased at that comment, “last week’s event; just what I wanted to talk to you about. Can you tell me why Mr. Potter felt justified in attacking a member of faculty? A faculty member, who as I understand it has been show to have had no involvement in the events of last week, or does Mr. Potter have means of investigation not available to the Auror Corp.?” Masters sounded suspiciously like Severus in a mood at that moment; a bad mood.
“Whilst I’m aware, Albus, that you believe Mr. Potter has a special role to play in the current conflict with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named but as you have failed to share your thoughts with the Corp. I am disinclined to ignore what happened today.” Masters commented, effectively warning Dumbledore that a trade in information, or services, was about to be tabled; the price was likely to be Harry Potter.
Once he was sure of Albus’ attention Masters continued, apparently at a tangent to his likely request. “We had a young man effectively attack and unarmed individual with much malice, and I would suggest a reasonable degree of forethought, yet it appears that you have spent the last three hours ‘dealing’ with the boy without once attempting to ascertain the status of his victim… I would have thought that Professor Snape’s well-being would have been paramount in your mind.”
Whilst unspoken Albus heard the command ‘explain’; the underlying threat to Harry was also heard.
“There is… A prophesy,” Albus explained reluctantly, reluctantly but well aware that Harry’s action today put him at real risk in regards to what Masters could, and possibly would order. That Masters was an accomplished Occulmens helped but he still wasn’t about to let the entire prophesy become wild. “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal.”
Masters listened intently as Albus spoke; quietly factoring things heard, said and done, particularly in the last week. “Given, and the boy’s actions today I’d be very worried Albus, ‘The Dark Lord’s equal?’”
‘Trust an Auror to pick up on that fact and that fact only,’ Albus groused to himself as he surveyed the bowl of lemon drops on his desk. Taking a particularly large ‘drop’ from the bowl Albus considered what else he could afford to tell Masters. It was unfortunately, painfully, obvious that if he didn’t give a ‘little’ Masters would take Harry into custody… In many ways the current situation paralleled the incident with the Shrieking Shack so many years ago, and again someone else other than Severus Snape was to be absolved of blame. “Harry was marked as an equal by that scar he bears. At times of heightened emotion he can feel, and sometimes see, what Voldemort sees.”
“And he believes he saw Professor Snape kill Miss Granger?” Masters asked.
“He believes. Yes.”
“But he doesn’t know, does he?” Masters continued showing the ruthlessness that had won him the post of Head Auror.
Looking uncomfortable Albus had to answer in the negative.
“I’m reactivating Alastor Moody.” Master said suddenly. “I want him assigned to Severus Snape… at all times.”
“All times?” Albus cocked his head to the side; so that was the price. A price he was very willing to pay.
“At all times that he is not engaged in his extracurricular duties.” Masters replied.
That comment bought a frown to Albus’ face, ‘what was it that Master thought he knew?’
Albus was obliquely answered as Masters continued speaking, “If Snape has played us false, Alastor will be up to the task, and if he hasn’t, I don’t want Mr. Potter alone with Professor Snape.”
“I understand,” Albus replied with a sigh. Merlin knew few were up to the task of dealing with Severus if he had returned to Voldemort in truth. Thinking the unpleasantness dealt with Albus went to offer Masters a lemon drop. A precipitous act as it proved.
“I want all the staff questioned under veritaserum.” Master said as he left Albus’ office.
heheheheh
JJ
The Boy Who Flipped
Excusive Rita Skeeter
Scenes of chaos and confusion abounded at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry today as the Dark Mark of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Names blazes above the schools Quidditch pitch the memorial service being held for three missing students. It is now confirmed that the students in question (see pg 5 Brilliance lost) are deceased; the Ministry is exerting all of its powers to investigate these senseless death (see pg 8 What has been done and what will be done?).
Amid the terror this reporter was witness to a display of such mindless grief that even now I shudder as I put quill to parchment. Harry Potter, the much vaunted Boy-Who-Lived, today showed a very different nature to the world. Demonstrating an advanced knowledge of the Dark Arts he attacked a faculty member severely wounding Professor Severus Snape (see pg 2 Was Snape the only target) before being subdued by the combined efforts of Headmaster Dumbledore and three other teachers. As the boy was being led away he kept yelling “I told you Snape killed them, I saw it.”
The school’s Medi-witch, Madame Pomfrey, refused to comment later other than to say that the Boy-Who-Lived was under supervision and had been under a great deal of emotional strain. No word is available yet on Professor Snape’s condition.
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Albus left the Gryffindor Tower with a heavy heart. They had taken three solid hours to get Harry to calm down, or at least calm enough that the boy could be left in Minerva’s care. Three hours of anguished pleas and impassioned accusations that had felt like three years: three hours in hell as Albus was forced to choose between Harry’s sanity and the Order’s need for information; three hours spent second and third guessing himself into a black hole of doubt. In the end it had been the need for information, no matter how tainted the source, that had won the day and forced him to concede the need to protect Severus: from Harry, and any others, who would now be hell bent on seeing the Potion’s Master in Azkaban but only because he refused to waste the deaths of Miss Granger and Mr.’s Smithson and Gray.
Having finally secured Harry, Albus made his way towards the Headmasters Office. The call of lemon drops a subtle siren towards a moment of piece and tranquility before dealing with the problem that was Severus Snape. That moment of piece was not to eventuate… Waiting in his Office sat Frederick Masters, and the Head Auror did not look pleased.
“Albus,” Masters said as he looked up when the door to the office opened, “can I have a few moment of your time?” The question was entirely rhetorical.
Headmaster of Hogwarts he might be but even he couldn’t just turn around and leave… Much as he would have liked to. Masters was likely to ask questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.
“How is Professor Snape?” Masters asked.
Not the question Albus was expecting.
“Snape. He’s currently in the infirmary. I was about to wander down to the infirmary and speak with Madam Pomfrey.” Albus replied with a heavy heart.
“And Mr. Potter?”
“Resting. I believe the last week’s events have upset the boy more than I though.”
“Yes,” Masters looked inordinately pleased at that comment, “last week’s event; just what I wanted to talk to you about. Can you tell me why Mr. Potter felt justified in attacking a member of faculty? A faculty member, who as I understand it has been show to have had no involvement in the events of last week, or does Mr. Potter have means of investigation not available to the Auror Corp.?” Masters sounded suspiciously like Severus in a mood at that moment; a bad mood.
“Whilst I’m aware, Albus, that you believe Mr. Potter has a special role to play in the current conflict with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named but as you have failed to share your thoughts with the Corp. I am disinclined to ignore what happened today.” Masters commented, effectively warning Dumbledore that a trade in information, or services, was about to be tabled; the price was likely to be Harry Potter.
Once he was sure of Albus’ attention Masters continued, apparently at a tangent to his likely request. “We had a young man effectively attack and unarmed individual with much malice, and I would suggest a reasonable degree of forethought, yet it appears that you have spent the last three hours ‘dealing’ with the boy without once attempting to ascertain the status of his victim… I would have thought that Professor Snape’s well-being would have been paramount in your mind.”
Whilst unspoken Albus heard the command ‘explain’; the underlying threat to Harry was also heard.
“There is… A prophesy,” Albus explained reluctantly, reluctantly but well aware that Harry’s action today put him at real risk in regards to what Masters could, and possibly would order. That Masters was an accomplished Occulmens helped but he still wasn’t about to let the entire prophesy become wild. “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal.”
Masters listened intently as Albus spoke; quietly factoring things heard, said and done, particularly in the last week. “Given, and the boy’s actions today I’d be very worried Albus, ‘The Dark Lord’s equal?’”
‘Trust an Auror to pick up on that fact and that fact only,’ Albus groused to himself as he surveyed the bowl of lemon drops on his desk. Taking a particularly large ‘drop’ from the bowl Albus considered what else he could afford to tell Masters. It was unfortunately, painfully, obvious that if he didn’t give a ‘little’ Masters would take Harry into custody… In many ways the current situation paralleled the incident with the Shrieking Shack so many years ago, and again someone else other than Severus Snape was to be absolved of blame. “Harry was marked as an equal by that scar he bears. At times of heightened emotion he can feel, and sometimes see, what Voldemort sees.”
“And he believes he saw Professor Snape kill Miss Granger?” Masters asked.
“He believes. Yes.”
“But he doesn’t know, does he?” Masters continued showing the ruthlessness that had won him the post of Head Auror.
Looking uncomfortable Albus had to answer in the negative.
“I’m reactivating Alastor Moody.” Master said suddenly. “I want him assigned to Severus Snape… at all times.”
“All times?” Albus cocked his head to the side; so that was the price. A price he was very willing to pay.
“At all times that he is not engaged in his extracurricular duties.” Masters replied.
That comment bought a frown to Albus’ face, ‘what was it that Master thought he knew?’
Albus was obliquely answered as Masters continued speaking, “If Snape has played us false, Alastor will be up to the task, and if he hasn’t, I don’t want Mr. Potter alone with Professor Snape.”
“I understand,” Albus replied with a sigh. Merlin knew few were up to the task of dealing with Severus if he had returned to Voldemort in truth. Thinking the unpleasantness dealt with Albus went to offer Masters a lemon drop. A precipitous act as it proved.
“I want all the staff questioned under veritaserum.” Master said as he left Albus’ office.
heheheheh
JJ