The Snape Kid

Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

Annaleise's POV

I woke up to a woody smell, it was quite comforting actually. I could feel the sun's rays on my eyelids, and I could hear earth-shaking snores coming from the room next door. Ah, Hagrid. I opened my eyes, and was greeted with the wooden cabin, and a humongous drooling dog. "Hey Fang!" I laughed, patting his head, and I received a great lick across the side of my face. Okay, that was kind of gross. I sat up, wide awake, and used one of the moth eaten blankets to wipe my wet face. I watched as Fang trotted into Hagrid's room, and within moments, a loud shout of 'ARGHH!' echoed throughout the house. I snickered and stood up, folding the blankets and placing them back into the cupboard neatly.

"Morning Hagrid!" I called over my shoulder as I heard loud thumps coming towards me. I made my way over to the kitchen, and raided the overflowing draws for something edible, and ended up finding nothing remotely edible.. unless you call Boozlack meat and Flobberworm food edible of course.

"Mornin' Anna!" His voice boomed in my ear, making me jump. I could've sworn at that moment every time Hagrid talks, the foundations of his cabin shake.. scratch that, the whole of the Hogwards' grounds shake under each word.

"I'm gonna head back to the castle now, I'd bet Harry and the others are looking for me." I said to him, giving up on the hope of finding food that I could eat. Anyway, the smell and look of the dead eat hanging from the ceiling was giving me the creeps.

"Alright, want me to come with ye?" Hagrid said, obviously put out that I was leaving so soon.

"Nah, it's okay, whats the worst that can happen anyway?" I muttered, turning towards the door. Once I reached the door, I patted Fang on the head and opened the door, savouring the sudden whoosh of fresh air blasting in my face. "Thanks for letting me stay!" I called over my shoulder as I made my way along the path that leads to the place I've called home for 11 years.

My stomach growled loudly at me, as if saying 'Feed me for God's sake!', so I started a slow jog towards the castle. I wonder what the date is? I laughed out loud when I realised how behind I was, I must have missed out on so much school work, and homework. Oh no, I'm starting to sound like Hermione. Hold up, I'm fussing over school work and homework, actually worrying about non-important things.. this means one thing. "I've got Hermione Granger Syndrome!" I gasped out loud, coming to a conclusion to my madness.

"You've got what?" An amused voice came next to me. My body whipped around so fast I could have been flying. My hands automatically placed themselves into a type of defensive postition, with my left hand cupped into the right so my tattoo was facing the attacker, and I crouched in a defensive pose. My heart starting beating at one hundred miles an hour. Oh, it's just Ron. "Don't scare me like that Ron!" I snapped at him, standing up and brushing myself off.

"Sorry, but the whole school's looking for you. Me, Harry and Mione freaked 'cause you didn't come back to the commonroom last night, and we.. kinda told McGonagall, who told Dumbledore..." Ron said, shamefaced. I slapped my palm to my forehead and sighed.

"Nevermind Ron, lead the way, oh high and mighty Ginger Ninja!" I said, trying to lighten the mood. Sucessfully, Ron's ears went red at his nickname, and he grabbed my arm, pulling me along. "Hey, I can walk you know. I have two amazing things attached to my ass, they're called legs," I smirked at him.

"Hurry up then." Ron exclaimed as a pitiful excuse of a comeback. I smirked again, wider, at him and hurried to keep up. As we speed-walked over the hills, I saw hundreds of students out walking over the grounds, chatting in groups. Oh, they must be my 'search parties' then. A snort came out of my nose, making Ron look at me weirdly, but I just grinned back at him and carried on walking as if nothing had happened.  "You know, Dumbledore was pretty nervous when we told him you were missing, Anna.. where were you, anyway?"

"Oh, he's probably worried that Death Eaters got me or something..." I smirked again. God, I should be worried about Death Eaters, not finding them funny. I must have hit my head on the couch or something. "I was staying in Hagrid's place, you know, the giant man?" I explained.

"Yeah, I know him, I think everyone here does." Ron said bashfully. I rolled my eyes at him, making him snort.

"PIG! OH MY GOD! RONALD WEASLEY IS A PIG!" I screamed in fake terror, pointing an accusing finger in the red-head's direction and running ahead backwards, making sure I was facing Ron at all times.

"You did it too!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

"I didn't Ron, I have no idea what you are talking about! I don't snort."

"Are you dumb or something? You snorted too Annaleise."

"Are you mentally retarded or something? No I didn't Ronald."

"Oi!" A cry came from ahead. "It's that Annaleise kid!" A boy in about sixth year came sprinting towards me, with about 3 followers. Shoot.

"RUN!" I screamed at Ron, grabbing his hand and sprinting in the opposite direction of the oncoming students. After about ten minutes of running away, I panted to Ron, "Man.. *puff* I am so *puff* unfit!", but Ron was obviously too tired to speak. "Lets go *puff* over there!" I said, my legs starting to feel like jelly. Ron nodded wearily and sprinted in front of me, pulling me along. I looked behind us and saw the four boys slacking behind, about one hundred meters behind.

"In here!" Ron yelled at me, shoving me through a wooden door, and slamming it behind himself when he came inside.

"Where *puff* the hell are we?" I questioned him, putting my hands on my knees.

"Broomshed." Ron replied simply, his eyes darting around the small shed, as if looking for something.

"What *puff* are you *puff* looking for?" I said, watching him get up and wander around the shed carefully.

In a small voice, he whispered.. "Spiders."

"Spiders?!" I said in a voice that barely contained my laughter. Then I pretended to calm down and look at Ron's shoulder in shock. I put on my 'Oh my god' face and pointed at his shoulder, while backing up against a wall.

"What?!" Ron cried, looking at his chest in panic. Oh, this is too easy.

"SPPPPPIIIIIIDDDDEEEERRRR!" I screamed, my face in a panicked expression, but my eyes danced with mirth.

"Whaa- ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Too easy.