The Other Potter: Book 7

CRUCIO YOU HO

“I can’t believe that I’m back here.” I groaned the next day, walking into the Great Hall. “Eww, School.”

“Willow.” Neville hissed at me. “Be quiet.”

“Sorry?” I asked. “Are you telling me to be quiet Neville?”

“This isn’t the Hogwarts you left.” He muttered. “It’s different now.”

“Well, it seems the bloody same to me!” I laughed.

Neville turned to look at me, but he saw something behind me that made his eyes go wide.

“What is it?” I said, turning.

The person that met my eyes was someone whom I recognised from the old wanted posters - Alecto Carrow.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You. Come with me.” she snarled.

“Whoa, someone’s touchy.” I said cockily.

I’m a cock.

“You’re of the understanding that speaking is prohibited except in common rooms. Yes?”

“You’re of the understanding that I arrived last night, and have no idea of any rules that are in place. Yes?” I put both my thumbs up and smiled. Behind me, Neville made a noise that suggested he was dying. But not in a good way. Not that you can die in a good way but –

“That comment has just earned you three days in detention.” I was informed.

“You do it in days now? I’m going to be in detention for days? What the hell. I’ll miss classes. Classes are important. We learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, which I personally think will be beneficial to killing Mr Voldemort –“ Oh god. Stop speaking you dickhead.

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE GIRL OR IT WILL BE A MONTH!”

I literally held my tongue.

“Why don’t you call it a week to be fair, Alecto?” Said a sneering voice from behind me.

“Howdy Snape. Didja miss me?”

“For your information, Willow Potter, the world of Hogwarts is greatly changed, and you will be blessed with the opportunity to see everything first hand.”

“I’m surprised there weren’t more dramatic pauses there, Sir.”

He looked at me. It was one of those Snape looks which is all menacing and shit, but then, beneath the surface, there’s this underlying factor of unknownity that is like a secret message that no one can decipher. I bet my left nipple that Dumbledore discovered the factor of unknownity which either a) Got him killed; or b) pulled himself and Snape into a secret circle (Which is more like a line because there’s only two of them) where they plotted the best way to take down Voldemort.

You feel?

“Take your time with her, Alecto. Have fun.” Snape said, and he gave me a bitchy once over and walked off.

“So – I’m guessing there’s some torture in store for me, eh?”

“Correct.”

“Oh Goodie!” I said mocking excitement whilst following her down the corridor. “It’s not like I was tortured for the last few days straight!”

“Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

“I said shut it.”

“Will do.”

She growled, and I fought the urge to say more words.

I ended up in what was Lockhart’s old office – which was then abandoned for the next, like, five years or whatever, because the perfume wouldn’t budge. It was dark and dank without the pictures of his illuminating smile on every wall, and – with horror – I saw a bunch of first years writing with the evil Umbridge quills.