Chapter 21: The Morning After
Chapter 21: The Morning After
Sometimes you just wake up and know you are heading straight for a ‘interesting’ day, the most famous example of this is perhaps the Las Vegas special, i.e. waking up in somebody elses bed with a ring you didn’t have last night on that finger. Oh yes, and a hangover.
When a certain Deatheater by the name of Bicus Dickus woke up, he knew he was in for an interesting day, unfortunately for him, whilst he certainly seemed to have the hangover, it wasn’t a warm body and a ring that gave it away, it was the scowling face of a certain Hogwarts Potion Master glaring at him over a holder of twenty vials of various colours, several of which bubbled alarmingly. Given that he appeared to be very firmly bespelled to the hospital style bed and his emergency lockpicking wards had activated okay and done nothing, he knew he was truly in for an interesting day. The triumphant smirk that appeared on Snapes face as soon as he realized his prisoner was awake was merely an unfortunate detail.
“Idiots,” Miss Abbott commented with a roll of her eyes as she gazed through the headmasters glass ball at the awakening Deatheaters.
Dumbledore shrugged slightly, his eyes betraying his keen intelligence as he gazed assessingly at the Hufflepuff, wondering how he could have missed the subtle signs that this child was more then the simple unremarkable student she appeared to be, “prejudice as you said child, we knew enough to expect he had ways to slip out of magical wards and entrapments but Sarah suggested we used actual devices, not magic and that they were not prepared for.”
Of course, Dumbledore admitted to himself quietly, those two were probably still mind addled as well, after all, Poppy hadn’t yet been told they were here so their concussions had remained untreated. All the better to interrogate them…
“Now, I do believe Miss Abbott that you have a little explaining to do,”
“No,” came the slow reply, “I don’t think I have anything to explain to a manipulative scheming bastard who is too concerned with preparing a child to fight to give a damn about his bloody welfare.”
Dumbledore reflected wryly that Miss Abbott appeared to feel some hostility towards him, not that she could be blamed, after all, she was merely a child and a hufflepuff at that, and what did children truly know about the realities of life?
“That is not exactly true…”
“Oh, so you are not sending Harry to house where you will know he will be abused every Summer when you know damn well there are far better ways to protect him, like say a fidelius if you want to go a little to the extreme, or just sending him across the bloody Atlantic if you really want to make it difficult for him to be tracked.”
“I’m afraid as simple as that might sound it would not prevent Voldemort finding Harry,”
Hannah snorted, “at least he would have to search and what kind of cross-ocean tracker would he be able to use without the sheer power required sounding alarms in every magical monitoring post in the western hemisphere?”
He shook his head mildly, knowing Miss Abbott had missed the obvious “he managed a resurrection spell without alarms sounding.”
“True the power level was probably higher,” she shrugged, turning her back on the headmaster, “but given that magical resurrection is supposed to be impossible, how would the ministry set up a ward to look for it? For that matter, why would they? Tracking spells on the other hand are known to work and the ministry knows how to monitor those.”
Inwardly, Dumbledore grimaced, out of mouths of babes… that at least was a point he was forced to concede, not that Miss Abbott was going to give him the chance, considering she had just walked out on him.
Sarah snorted, giving her friend a sympathetic, amused look, “yeah, you did hit the punch hard last night?”
“Punch? Ludo punch Sarah?”
“No,” Sarah shook her head, “not punch anyone, punch, the drink.”
“Punch drink bad,”
She snorted, “Wasn’t supposed to be, I think it was spiked.”
Sarah caught her friends look and hurried to explain, “not spiked as in spikes put into the drink, spiked as in, alcohol added when it shouldn’t have been… something I’m sure the teachers are going to be very impressed about.”
“Except they were the ones who did it,” came a wry voice that made Sarah glance back away from the lake and her friend.
Shaking his head, then grimacing as the movement sent shards of pain dancing behind his eyes, he slowly approached the two, sitting down besides Ludo, “there’re supposed to be setting an example for the whole school, not acting like bloody slytherins!”
Muffling a snort, she glanced at Malfoy, mouth twisting into a smirk.
Malfoy caught the glance, thought for a moment, then let out a heartfelt groan of dismay, “Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?”
“Why Malfoy, I do believe you’re almost acting like a half-way respectable member of society, I think we should have a drink to celebrate…”
The look Malfoy sent her was one of pure loathing.