Third Person POV:
"You said you'd already worked out that egg clue!" Hermione said indignantly.
"Keep your voice down!" Harry said crossly. "I just need to — sort of fine-tune it, all right?"
He, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the very back of the Charms class with a table to themselves. They were supposed to be practicing the opposite of the Summoning Charm today — the Banishing Charm. Owing to the potential for nasty accidents when objects kept flying across the room, Professor Flitwick had given each student a stack of cushions on which to practice, the theory being that these wouldn't hurt anyone if they went off target. It was a good theory, but it wasn't working very well. Neville's aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room — Professor Flitwick, for instance.
"Just forget the egg for a minute, all right?" Harry hissed as Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past them, landing on top of a large cabinet. "I'm trying to tell you about Snape and Moody. . . ."
This class was an ideal cover for a private conversation, as everyone was having far too much fun to pay them any attention. Harry had been recounting his adventures of the previous night in whispered installments for the last half hour.
"Snape said Moody's searched his office as well?" Ron whispered, his eyes alight with interest as he Banished a cushion with a sweep of his wand (it soared into the air and knocked Parvati's hat off). "What . . . d'you reckon Moody's here to keep an eye on Snape as well as Karkaroff?"
"Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it," said Harry, waving his wand without paying much attention, so that his cushion did an odd sort of belly flop off the desk. "Moody said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because he's giving him a second chance or something. . . ."
"Have you asked Willow to see if she knows anything?" Hermione whispered. "She has been in detention a lot lately maybe she has found out somethings."
"I never asked her, she doesn't seem like in the talking mood ya know." Harry sighed, "I wonder how she is going to do the second task?"
"Dunno, but maybe Dumbledore gave her an exception or like a note to get out of it?" Ron added. The three of them shrugged, not knowing what was going to happen when the second task came around.
"What?" Ron said, his eyes widening, his next cushion spinning high into the air, ricocheting off the chandelier, and dropping heavily onto Flitwick's desk. "Harry . . . maybe Moody thinks Snape put your and Willow's name in the Goblet of Fire!"
"Why would he? Willow is dead set that it was Moody. Or as she calls him 'Fake Moody'" Harry added, as they heard something hitting the wall.
"Oh Ron," Hermione said, shaking her head sceptically, "we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry before, and it turned out he was saving Harry's life, remember?"
She Banished a cushion and it flew across the room and landed in the box they were all supposed to be aiming at. Flitwick had left the classroom to investigate the sound as Harry looked at Hermione, thinking . . . it was true that Snape had saved his life once, but the odd thing was, Snape definitely loathed him, just as he'd loathed Harry's father when they had been at school together. Snape loved taking points from Harry, and had certainly never missed an opportunity to give him punishments, or even to suggest that he should be suspended from the school.
Willow's POV:
"Miss. Black-Oh dear!" I lifted up my head and saw Flitwick.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered.
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A Greater Power
Fanfiction**On Hold** Willow Black is the only daughter to a man she has never known. Born to a woman who was a drug abuser, Willow learned how to survive at a young age. Now as a Seventh Year Slytherin, Willow will be tested in ways she never thought possibl...
