Truth?or Lies?

Chapter 12

Cecil POV

"Find me for what?" Professor Snape says from behind Crudele. I gulp and back up slightly. "Malfoy here was just wanting for you to check Cecil's bottle of veritaserum, and watch over an usage of it," Crudele says sweetly, turning around and looking up at the creepy guy. "Well, if Draco wants me to," he says, glancing at Malfoy, who nods, "then I'll do it. Bring the bottle to my office, and I want just you three. Come as soon as you can." As both him and Malfoy start to walk away, I say, "I keep it with me, to prevent people from stealing it." Professor Snape turns and looks at me, "ah, the Beauxbaton girl, Miss Strawn, isn't it?" I simply nod, shocked that he knew my name. He grunts and motions for me, Crudele, and Malfoy to follow him.

Crudele POV

As I follow Professor Snape, I finger Malfoy's wand in my pocket. Hopefully they didn't ask about it, and only my being an animagus. When we reach the dungeons, I smile. This is where I belong, not with the loyal Hufflepuffs. Professor Snape opens his door and motions us in, sitting behind his desk. "Miss Sebastino, take a seat, Miss Strawn, hand me your veritaserum," he says, motioning me towards the only other seat in the room. Cecy opens her book bag and pulls out the bottle. It was a decent size, and it was only missing two sips, both used on me. Malfoy sneers at me as if saying 'there's no getting out of it now, mudblood'. I smile at him as Professor Snape pours a small amount of the veritaserum. He pulls out his wand and mutters a few spells, a couple I was surprised to know. When he was done, he slid the cup over to me, "its fine, now take a drink." I pick up the cup and smirk, taking a small sip, as was needed. I felt its effects immediately. I felt the urge to tell them everything. But I fought it, waiting for them to ask a question. "Are you an animagus?" Malfoy asks, glaring at me. "Yes," is the one word answer he got in return. "What animal do you become?" the Professor says, looking me in the eye. "One that breathes air," I reply. They're making this too easy. "What type of air breathing animal?" Malfoy questions, already loosing patience. "One that could kill you in a matter of seconds," I say simply, smiling. No way was I telling them. Professor Snape thinks for a minute before asking, "are you a snake animagus?" I blink, "possibly." "Yes or no, are you a snake animagus?" he repeats sharply. "Surely you, Professor, know that veritaserum makes you speak the truth, but not in any particular way, maybe I am," I say with a sigh. I lean back in the chair as the questions continue, giving nothing away.

Cecil POV

I smile to myself as Crudele gives nothing to Malfoy and Snape she doesn't wish them to know. "Are both your parents muggles?" Malfoy asks, getting bored. "Obviously, as I'm a mudblood," she replies, not even scowling at the word. I, however, had had enough. "I told you she was an animagus, may we go to class now?" I say impatiently. "Yes, we've already missed lunch, and I'm not really in the mood for Professor Lockheart questioning me for being late," my friend says boredly, twirling her blonde hair around her finger. With a scowl, Snape nods, "you three may go, and don't be late for class." Me and Crudele head from his office, but not before I grab my veritaserum. "Take good care of that potion, Miss Strawn, that is not one to fall into the wrong hands," Snape says, then shuts his door.

Sole POV

I can see slightly. My position has me looking out the window. I see its a new moon, and it bothers me, though I don't know why. I feel the urge to growl, and am surprised to feel one rumbling in my throat. A white curtain is draw across my view, and a middle age woman stands in front of me. The growl deepens and gets louder. She backs up slightly, looking scared. For the first time in I don't know how long, I feel hunger. This only makes me growl louder. The lady turns her head and calls to someone. I smell fear and confusion rolling off her. Both smell ugly, but the fear draws me in. I don't know how, but my mouth slits open just slightly, and I feel sharp, heavy teeth against my lip. An old man joins the woman now. I feel like I should know them, but all I'm conscious of is my hunger. Surely I shouldn't be alive when I'm this hungry. The growl deepens when I smell the man's excitement. The woman backs up, the fear still rolling from her. A cat tail flashes across my line of sight. The growl stops abruptly, until the cat jumps down off my face. Its an ordinary house cat, not worthy of my kinship. The cat purrs, curling against my neck, and the growl returns. I don't know how long I lay there growling before another man, this one middle aged with greasy black hair, walks over. He waves something I recognize immediately as a wand. My growl turns to a whimper and slowly dies out. The black haired man stares straight at my eyes. I want nothing more than to growl along with my stomach (which is growling to me, but not out loud), but the wand keeps me quiet. Some time later, I can't remember much but the smells and hunger. The curtain is removed, and the sky is a bright blue. While I try to process things, the image of the all-too-familiar yellow eyes show up.

Crudele POV

Its after dinner. I'm sitting in the common room, staring into space. I'm lucky I'd had practice keeping my answers simple when under veritaserum. I have Cecil to thank for that. The only reason she'd found out I was an animagus was because I requested she use her veritaserum on me. She did very well with questioning me, and I got plenty of practice. I stood and left the common room, heading for the dungeons. It doesn't take long to find Malfoy, pinning some Slytherin girl on the wall, his mouth on her's. "I have a proposition for you Malfoy," I say, and he shoves the girl down the hall harshly. "What, mudblood?"he snarls with angry eyes. "If you want your wand back, all it takes is a kiss," I reply, pulling out his wand. His eyes narrow, "I'd never kiss you mudblood, even for my wand." I laugh at that, smirking. "While we're much alike, I'd never kiss you either Malfoy. The kiss that is required is you to kiss Cecil." He glares at me, "and if I don't?" I hold his wand in both my hands, "if you don't, I will snap your wand in half, and then I will hex you." Like you tried to do to me I add silently. He shrugs, "fine, one kiss, at least she's not a mudblood like you." With that, we part ways, me still keeping his wand.
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