Death's Mediator

Snakes Strike

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This should be the last chapter of this story. I will be posting an AN once I have the next second story ready to go up. Thank all of you who favorited this story, I never thought that it would be so well liked.

1992—Spring Equinox (Mar. 20), Hogwarts, Scotland

It had been almost two complete months since Vera fell into a coma. She was almost completely healed but they would never know for sure until she woke up and they were able to look into her mental capacities. In that time, everyone learned what happened or they learned and acknowledged whatever they wanted to believe was real. It seemed as though most of the school agreed with Cypress or at least Hermione in the aspect that the boys should not have been able to do what they did and not feel bad about it. The Ravenclaws sided with the Slytherins in their self-imposed war against the three of them along with Dumbledore. The majority of the Hufflepuffs couldn't think bad of the boy-who-lived, the older children in Gryffindor – 7th and 6th years – lost respect for the golden boy while the rest of them thought that Vera had it coming her way saying that Eddy did what they all wished they could do.

That night back in January when Cypress made her promise to Dumbledore, she informed every single Slytherin what went on in the infirmary as well as what Dumblefuck planned as a punishment for what they did against her sister. Ever since they had been using every bit of their cunning and charm to irate and prank along with humiliate the headmaster as much as possible. It was all added to as the Ravenclaws and Weasley twins – who take any chance to prank – helped them with it.

His lemon drops had been tainted with potions, they all had the enjoyment of watching his pinched face as the elves never let him have anything other than what he hated for dinner, his robes are transformed into female style since his chosen wardrobe is completely ridiculous already. Certain times when Dumbledore opened his mouth he would 'blah' like a goat, or make any other animal noise.

Cypress didn't try to hide her glee every time she sees that damned twinkle in his eyes die down. But she always remembered her sister's teachings and never let anything show behind her mask in public or those that she deemed her enemy. Which that damned golden trio and headmaster were definitely her enemy. Now if only Veratrum would wake up and see what they had done to avenge her.

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Dumbledore sat in his chair looking over his desk. He leaned his elbows on the desk his fingers inner locking and resting against his lower face. He seemed contemplative about something and almost anyone could guess what he was thinking about. The "rebellion" against him. Of course, when the healthy Peverell girl yelled at him that day in the infirmary he didn't take her threats seriously but it seems as though the eleven year old wasn't all talk. There had been the minor things like pranks but the potions in his food is something that he is a little leery of. If children were able to get potions into his food then what about his enemies?

But then there was that article in Daily Prophet just yesterday.

Dumbledore walked leisurely into the Great Hall. He was only going for appearance sakes, he wasn't looking forward to the disgusting vile taste of food that looks like his favorites. He sat down gentle, not just falling into his throne like chair. The food was laid out in front of him just like always but he knew that anything he put on his plate would taste revolting but he needed to present his grandfatherly image. He placed eggs, sausage, some fruit he tried to grab as little as possible without damaging his image. He had just ate an orange slice that tasted like goat's stomach (never ate this but I image it wouldn't taste good.) when the post owls flew through the opening that was magically protected from weather. Dumbledore tried to ignore the eyes, both subtle and obvious, looked at him. But then McGonagall dropped the newspaper right next to him. The head line caught his attention and he couldn't ignore it anymore: