PRETENDING TO LIVE~ {The Lestrange Daughter #2}

𝟕𝟑. Samson

When Valentine walked into the Head Master's office, Snape and Dumbledore were already waiting for her. She looked at the chair where she usually sat and grunted, instead, lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. Neither Professor's commented though they glanced at one another.

"The cabinets almost fixed." She Said. "Draco told me."

Dumbledore nodded. 

"In that case, it shall be moved as we had planned." 

"Good." Valentine sighed. "Fuck, Voldemort is going to be mad. Which is ridiculous since he never thought Draco was capable of anything in the first place but I don't think that'll stop him."

"It is necessary." Dumbledore said carefully.

"I know that." Valentine muttered a tad bitterly.

There was another moment of silence then Valentine spoke again.

"The spell he used on Draco." She said. "I've never seen anything like it before. I doubt he could manage to inflict so much damage by Diffindo alone."

"I admit," Said Dumbledore. "I haven't seen it's like before."

"I have." Snape spoke up.

Valentine sat up straight and Dumbledore looked over at him questioningly.

"You have?" Valentine asked.
For a moment, Snape just stared at her, face cold and unreadable. "Where? What spell is it?"

"It's mine." 

"What?" Valentine blinked.

"Severus?" Dumbledore frowned. 

"I created it. Many years ago." Snape explained grimly. "I believe Potter may have gotten his hands on something that doesn't belong to him."

"Which is?" Valentine prompted.

"A textbook. Advanced Potion Making. I wrote copious improvements in the copy I owned during my sixth year. It also contained several spells of my own creation."

"And you think Harry has this book?" Asked Dumbledore.

"He must. There is no other way he would know such a spell. I never told anyone about them."

"It makes sense." Valentine mumbled. "His sudden talent in Potions. I just assumed it was because he finally had a teacher that would treat him fairly."

Snape scoffed at that.

"How do you believe Harry came to have the book in his possession?" Asked Dumbledore seriously.

"For quite some time, I haven't been...completely certain of its whereabouts."

"You mean to say, you lost it?" Valentine arched a brow at him.

"That's not what I said." Snape glared at her.

"No, but it is what you meant." She shot back.

Snape didn't have a reply for that. It was blindingly obvious that this had been an accident that evolved into an even bigger accident.

"Honestly." Valentine grumbled, lying back down. "Go ahead. Just leave a book with extremely, dangerous experimental spells lying around a school. Sounds like a great idea."

To her own surprised, she wasn't truly all that annoyed. Snape hadn't meant for someone to find the book and Harry hadn't meant put Draco in hospital. She didn't feel like getting mad over something that had already happened. As far as she was concerned, Snape had righted his wrong when he'd saved Draco's life.

"What of the book?" Asked Dumbledore.

"I don't think Harry will do something like that again." Valentine said quickly. "I saw his face after he'd done it. That was regret if ever I've seen it. I'm sure he's surrounded by friends somewhere, beating himself up about it. But if I can get my hands on it I will."