~*Chapter 12: The Imposter and The Traitor~*
It wasn’t as if Severus was running towards you in a maddened panic. He was actually strolling lazily towards you. But it WAS towards you, all the same…
You weren’t sure if you should be scared or apprehensive. This wasn’t in the plan. Was he just going to walk past you? Was he going to speak to you?
You started to tap your feet silently on the stone floor, nervous. Hagrid, meanwhile, hadn’t noticed. He continued to plow through the houses, Sarah now much more interested in what he had to say than in you.
You all looked up, surprised that Severus had somehow managed to make it to your table while you were thinking.
“Professor Snape! Never thought I’d see ya in Fortescue's…”
“It’s not a habit, I can assure you.”
His face was stone as he turned a shrewd eye on you.
“And who is this?”
You couldn’t help but let your eyes bug out a bit. Who is this? Your lips grew into a thin line.
“This is (your name).” He said, smiling. He hadn’t, thankfully, caught the interaction.
“I see. Nice to meet you.”
You nodded, not taking your eyes off of him.
He opened his mouth to speak to Hagrid, but his head did a slow double take.
“Do I know you?”
You opened and closed your mouth, “I… I don’t believe so.”
His face didn’t change. Even his eyes seemed to be dull and bland.
Now the sound seemed to go.
“Are you sure?”
His stare increased.
“You look awfully like someone I used to know…”
Your head was racing. Why is he doing this?
“I bet t-that’s very p-possible. I get that a lot.”
His face came in close to you, staring you in the face. “Hagrid… I believe we have someone disguised as… our old friend Charlie. Would you mind getting someone, please?”
Everything seemed to zoom in and speed up as your breath caught in your throat. It was the last thing you had expected, the last thing that had come to mind. You were frozen to your seat.
“What are ya talking bout Professor?” Hagrid said, a nervous laugh enveloping his features.
Snape’s face didn’t turn as he continued to speak to him, “Don’t you remember, Rubeus? Charlie, Tom’s girlfriend?”
Hagrid’s face grew cold, “You can’t be serious, Professor. She‘s just a student.”
“She was. Before she ran away with Tom, do you remember? The year after he had your wand taken away. The year after-”
Hagrid’s hand slammed loudly on the table, “It’s not her’!”
Now the whole place seemed to grow quiet and focus on you. Sarah’s hand seemed to find yours under the table, and you unconsciously grabbed it. She must have been scared… you were sure she had no idea what was going on.
“It’s seems someone was sick enough to take a piece of her hair and save it for all these years. Polyjuice potion, to be sure. Now will you get someone, Rubeus?”
Hagrid didn’t move.
“I’m afraid you are mistaken!” Your voice seemed to be unnaturally high, cracking in the middle of your sentence.
His lips curved upwards as yours quivered.
‘I’m afraid I’m not.”
“How… how dare you!” You stood up, pulling Sarah with you, “You’re a professor! You are supposed to trust us! This is going straight to Dippet!”
Unknown to Hagrid, Snape smiled, “Behind on the times, are we?”
You tried to act disgusted, but you were failing miserably, “We are leaving!”
You started to pull Sarah towards the entrance, but were forced back.
“I can’t allow you to leave. Especially with an innocent bystander.”
Snape had grabbed Sarah’s arm, Hagrid behind him, unmoving.
You started to cry, tears slipping down your face, “Let her go!”
“I can’t. And you must come with us, into custody. What you are doing is very illegal.”
Sarah stared up at you in fear.
“No…” You whispered, looking back and forth from all three of them, “No, I won’t do it.”
“Let go of her before we are have to use force.”
What came out of your mouth next surprised you.
“SHE’S MY DAUGHTER! I WILL NEVER LET GO OF HER!”
Your scream silenced everyone who hadn’t been watching you before.
Your arm dropped… Sarah had let go.
You choked back a sob, stepping back. This couldn’t be happening…
Hagrid’s question caught you off guard, making you let out an uncontrolled sob.
You shook your head, stepping back further.
And before you knew it, you were in your apparition turn. You weren’t sure as to where you would go until the last minute. Riddle Manor. It was the only place left to go.
As you turned, you managed to see a lone figure by the door, the only one who didn’t seem to be in awe over what was happening.
Lucius Malfoy was cool and collected as he watched you go as you escaped. From everything.
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