HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 119 - Dinner at Black Manor 02.

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Third Person POV

London.

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Paris was entering Black Manor through a fireplace using Floo Powder, as green flames burned around him, revealing him in one of the main corridors of the grand Black mansion.

He had gone out to meet some friends from other prominent pure-blood families in his sixth year, unaware of what was really happening that day at Black Manor. Upon arriving, he encountered someone he would never have expected to see right in front of him.

Severus Snape was there, standing in the middle of the corridor—the same person who had humiliated him several times that year at Hogwarts, starting with that kick he took to his private parts in the second week of school at the beginning of the year. That had hurt too much. Paris never imagined feeling such intense pain. After all, who was the wizard that would kick another's... with such force that it lifted him off the ground just to defeat him? It was shameful, disgraceful, nothing short of a thug disguised as a wizard to do such a thing.

After being taken to the infirmary, found on the ground by Lucas Nott, who had also been taken down by Bellatrix herself, Paris even had to ask the nurse Penelope if he would still be able to have children, which was a major embarrassment for him, fearing he might fail to pass on his pure-blood lineage.

That incident made it impossible for him to forget Snape, and other things had happened since that he could hardly deal with this guy. But now here he was, standing in front of him. His first reaction was disbelief, then denial, imagining it couldn't be Snape there—perhaps an illusion in this place, his own house, standing there as if he belonged and hardly noticing him, as he looked down the corridor. Then, the anger came, caring little about whether he believed it or not.

"What are you doing here, you bastard?!" he exclaimed immediately.

Snape, who had been looking down the corridor, turned to him with narrowed eyes. "What are you talking about, idiot? Who are you, anyway?" Snape responded calmly, while Paris could not be more enraged.

Paris first felt a bit of fear, as this really seemed to be the real Snape, and, as always, things never went well for anyone trying to deal with him. But then anger followed, thinking that since he was in Black Manor, he could handle him, or his grandmother could—no one would mess with her.

"How can this half-blood speak to me like that? I am a Black, and you are in my house!" Paris said as he moved forward, reaching for his wand. However, at that moment, Kreacher appeared before him.

"Master Paris, I ask you not to continue with this," Kreacher spoke in a severe and authoritative tone, his usual arrogant manner. He spoke like this to all members of the Black family, with the exception of Sirius's younger brother, Regulus, for whom he had a certain fondness.

"What are you saying, Kreacher? Why is this intruder here, and why has no one done anything?" he exclaimed immediately.

"The half-blood... I mean, Mr. Snape is here by invitation of your grandmother, and she has requested that he not be disturbed by anyone," he said.

"Huh? You can't be serious," Paris murmured, unable to believe it.

"That is a command from our lady. Master Paris, I ask that you respect it; you know the consequences if you do not obey Mistress Astraea," Kreacher spoke, leaving Paris speechless as Snape had already looked away from him.

"You're in poor form to take so long just to follow a corridor. I've been waiting here for some time..." Snape taunted, as all eyes turned precisely to that corridor, where Bellatrix was emerging, her clothes slightly tattered—nothing inappropriate exposed—but looking exhausted and glaring at Snape with hatred.