Midnight
Each night she wakes him.
It’s
a new way each time, sometimes coercive, sometimes furious, but
he can’t blame her for her ire. His screams had driven even
the house elves mad. But his icily beautiful wife stayed by his
side, and woke him from the nightmares.
He
wondered if they’d ever stop, the mad dreams from his time
in Azkaban. Somehow, he thinks he’ll be dreaming them until
his dying day.
But
Narcissa says the moment that Potter boy is dead, the Ministry
has fallen, and Lord Voldemort takes control, he’ll have
a peaceful nights sleep. He hopes she’s right
Normal
Normally Wednesday afternoons for the fifth years at Hogwarts
were filled by double Potions, and Charms.
Unfortunately,
when Neville Longbottom and Andrew Wells were involved, normal
was far from, well, normal. In fact, this particular Wednesday
was filled with mutating, flying jellyfish that sucked the coloring
from students’ hair before bursting into sparkly rainbow
fireworks and setting Minerva’s robes on fire. Neville tried
to apologize, but Andrew just giggled, setting off a riot of scintillating
shrimp. Minerva smoked furiously.
Normally,
Snape would be very put out. Today, however, he stifled a smile-
the sparkles were in Slytherin green and silver.