The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER] (ON HOLD)

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Barty Crouch was laying dead at Calla's feet, and with blank eyes she looked away from the corpse and over to where her father and Dumbledore were helping Alistair Moody out of the trunk he had been kept in for the last however many months. When the real Alistair laid eyes on the man that had been posing as him, he spat on the corpse and growled lowly.

"I didn't know you to be one for torture, Dumbledore," the gruff man snarled as she shrugged away from the two men holding him up. However he didn't seem to realize that Barty had relieved him of his wooden leg, because Moody quickly needed to lean back against the trunk that imprisoned him so that he didn't fall over. "Especially not with a child in the room."

Calla helpfully knelt down and relieved Barty's corpse of Alistair's possessions, then handed them over to the Auror for him to put back on. As she was doing so she assumed Dumbledore had in some way motioned toward her.

"I didn't torture anyone, Alistair," Dumbledore said serenely, "The child did."

Alistair did a double take, his one good eye scanning Calla up and down as he did his best to fit his leg and magical eye back into place. At first he had issues seeing past the innocent look on the girl's pale face, but after he got past that he saw the dark intelligence in her eyes, and he nodded.

"I suppose that makes sense," he said before he pushed off of the trunk and stood squarely on his own feet for the first time in months. He took a lumbering step toward Calla, and held his scared hand out for her to shake. She did so without looking the least bit intimidated. "Good to meet the girl that was strong enough to take this vile creature out."

Moody spat on the corpse one last time before he scowled and walked over to where the door was still hanging slightly askew on it's hinges. Moody rolled his magical eye around to look at Calla once again and he raised what was left of his left eyebrow.

"That your doing too, girlie?"

Calla nodded her head firmly and Alistair let a savage smile curl his lips up.

"I think I'm going to like you, girl." Then the Auror began to lumber off down the stairs. Behind Calla, Dumbledore and Severus shared a look for a long moment. Something seemed to pass between the two of them before Severus nodded and stalked off, leaving his daughter behind.

Calla sighed, turning to face the Headmaster. She could only imagine the questions he would have for her now, knowing what she was truly capable of. It had been part of the reason that she had kept the extent of her abilities a secret. But now there was little chance of that now.

Dumbledore tilted his head kindly to the side and smiled at Calla from behind his beard.

"Why don't we go and talk in my office, Miss. Snape?"

It was not a question.

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Calla found herself in the Slytherin Common room several hours later, carelessly throwing herself onto the same couch as always, only after a moment realizing that she had flopped right down on top of a sleeping Draco. Of course she hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention, she had a lot of things on her mind, but she also imagined that she was so used to seeing Draco there waiting for her that she didn't even register him.

Draco started awake as Calla fell down on top of him, letting out an undignified snort as he jerked into a sitting position. Of course with as small as Calla was, and how often the two of them spent time together on the couch, he didn't even see it was her that had woken him until she nearly tumbled off the couch. Only Draco's years of being a seeker allowed him to snatch her out of the air and haul her up onto the couch once more.