The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

Jump Rope

March 5th, 1993.
(I wrote this at 12:00am, PLEASE don't judge me) (imagine the Snape from a very potter musical and this is exactly who he acts like)

Dumbledore was pacing in his office for the tenth time this week. It had been a week since the fireworks and the spiders, yet he was nowhere close to figuring out who this 'Prince' guy was. He had asked many students, but the only answer he got was that he was a Muggle singer, which definitely wasn't true. Well, probably wasn't true.

At this point, Dumbledore was ready to give up and say what he saw was nothing more than a crazed Death Eater who wanted attention from their Lord. After all, there were many Death Eaters who acted like that to get attention from Voldemort. But something about the experience had seemed too authentic to be a joke. Besides, no Death Eater could ever have been smart enough to penetrate through the wards of Hogwarts. Impossible.

Then, of course, he turned out to be a diversion. While everyone was locked in the Great Hall, another (probably low-rank) Death Eater poisoned all the crops that went in the cure for their petrified students. Now the school only had a limited amount of supplies, and would have to choose who to save and who to give to St. Mungo's, which would be terrible for the school's reputation.

Dumbledore ran a hand over his chin. There was no escaping this mess. The only way out of it would be an inquiry and his possible suspension, which Dumbledore definitely didn't want. The only upside to this was that he now knew that Tom Riddle had something to do with the Chamber of Secrets reopening, however he got in there.

Which brought him, again, to Prince. He didn't necessarily say he was a Death Eater, yet there was no way he wasn't. Why did everyone these days have to be a mindless follower?

"Headmaster?" A drawling voice echoed from the doorway. "I have arrived." Snape stormed in with a flowing cape behind him, his head tilted back in the slightest. Yes, he has arrived.

Dumbledore sighed of relief. "Good, good. I was wondering how fast you would get here on such short notice. This matter is of utmost importance. Sit, shall you?"

As Snape sat on a sofa, Dumbledore handed him some water and sat on his throne. "Now, I called you here because I wanted to ask you about the Prince, a man whom is one of the people related in the greenhouse incidents.

Snape, which was quite unlike him, spat the water he had been drinking from everywhere like an infected waterfall, soaking his shoes and robes. "What?" He shrieked. "Headmaster, please don't tell me you pissed him off."

"No, we just had a light conversation."

"That's enough!" Snape shrieked, his face getting redder as the camera zoomed in on his mental breakdown. "That's enooooooouuuuuugh!"

Dumbledore deadpanned. "My dear boy, what are you talking about? He was giggling so I'd assume he's happy."

Snape glared at him. "Laughing or giggling, my dear boy?"

"You're not the one who says my dear boy, I am the one who says my dear boy, my dear boy."

"Answer my question, peasant!"

"Giggling!"

Snape shrieked like a little girl and jumped on the coffee table. "He has plans for you," he shouted. "Headmaster, the Dark Lord doesn't fare well with other people hearing his Prince's giggle."

Dumbledore gasped. "Does that mean... he's his... right hand man?" He shuddered as he thought about what they would be doing right now. Probably some dark, twisted torturing.

~

Harry was laughing so hard that he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, along with his other friends. Tom and Fred were competing against each other in jump rope, and it was hilarious. Fred was playing it normally, but Tom...oh my.

He didn't have any expression. He was just...jumping intensely. He didn't bend his knees and he didn't move his arms... he just looked like a stick...

Harry wheezed as he laughed too hard, burying his head on Luna's back, before having to remove it cause she was shaking too hard. Ron had even gotten up and was now throwing fake one dollar bills at the duo. At the end, Tom had won.

Tom turned around and grinned a grin where he didn't show his teeth at Harry. "I won," he stated.

Harry couldn't stop crying for hours.

(Update: it's the day after and i forget writing this entirely but I kind of don't want to delete it so here you go)