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Title: An Embarrassing Moment / Why Snape Hates Bella

Contributors: dm_fugitive, seviesnape, _crucioqueen_

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-22, 10-27 to 28

Game Date: July 29^th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

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After apparating to his lab, Severus stalked into his chambers and changed out of his robe and mask.

He sighed and sat down on his bed. I guess I should just go to bed... I'm not really in the mood to stay up another four hours brewing some complicated masterpiece he thought after plopping his face down into his hands.

He changed into his night robes, pulled down the covers, and snuggled up inside. This bed was nothing compared to what Hogwarts had offered him. Trying to forget what blankets he actually had (scratchy grey wool) he imagined they were the ones from Hogwarts, green velvet and silver sheets. A slight smirk on his face, and then a frown as his thoughts drifted into life’s current complications.

Bellatrix looked around the headquarters, eager to see all it had to offer. She knew Wormtail was down in the dungeons, stealing her thunder by torturing the Muggle child she had brought in a week ago. Damn Wormtail! she thought to herself as she wandered through the hallway connecting to the kitchen. He hated her, and this was just another way of getting her angry. She reached for a door right at the end of the hallway, and found it locked.
"This should be fun" Bellatrix whispered to herself as she magically unlocked the door...

Severus felt the wards on his room break, and the door creak open. He jumped up, grabing for his wand. He'd always been a light sleeper. Practically a requirement when one is a double agent.

"Lumos" He shouted. Lighting up the bedroom. He squinted a moment while his eyes adjusted to the light.

"Bella...?" He asked.

Bella opened the door quietly, but still it creaked. She knew this room must be important, it was locked and she had just broken the wards. The room lit up and Bella saw what was in this room.

"Snape! You sleep in here?" She looked shocked, and froze to the spot.

"Obviously." he said, rubbing his eyes. "What're you doing down here?"

While he spoke, he lit the candle by his bedside, and put away his wand.

"I, I was just exploring, and decided to look in here. Found nothing of great ...you sleep in those?" She pointed to his green and silver boxers, and began to laugh.

Severus glared at Bella. He hadn't planned on being a source of amusment for her. Besides, he always slept in them. It's not like people generally saw him when he was ready for bed.

"I'm glad you find the situation humorous. Is there anything I can do for you, or would you kindly be on your way?"

Bellatrix tried to fix the image of Snape in his boxers firmly in her mind, and replied cooly, "No, I better be going now. Don't want to pernamently have that image stuck in my mind." She walked out, closing the door behind her and sniggering. As she walked down the hall, she thought to herself. Boy is Fenrir going to laugh when he sees this memory!

Snape was tempted to use Legilimens on her... but he knew Voldemort wouldn't look kindly upon Snape going through fellow Death Eaters minds.

He then contemplated a memory charm, but knew that also would not win him good favor.

Snape waited a few moments for her to come back, but after about 5 minutes, knew that it was safe to go back to bed.

Bella ran down the hall, through the kitchen and to her room. She grabbed her pensieve and carried it as fast as she could to the main lounge. Looking around, she saw Fenrir, Rodolphus, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and ..Wormtail. She caught her breath and said, in a rather loud voice, "Hey, anyone want to see a hilarious memory?" She put her wand to her temple, and thought as hard as she could about what just happened. The silver memory came out, and she placed it in the pensieve. Everyone had gathered around,as the pensieve was big enough for all of them to see. They dipped their heads in the pensieve and began to see what had just happened...

As Fenrir dipped his head into the pensieve Draco slipped out. "Important" he might like to see but "funny" he could do without. Besides anywhere Fenrir was was somewhere he didn't want to be. He headed outside and wandered towards the stone fence.

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Severus heard a great deal of laughter coming from the Main Hall, and figured he'd best check it out. Last thing he needed tonight was to find a bunch of aurors in the house throwing laughing hexes at everyone.

He got up, and dressed, and left his chambers trying to follow the commotion.

Once Bella had finished with her pensieve, she looked around for her nephew. He wasn't in the chambers, or the kitchen, or the hall. She began to worry, worrying wasn't her style. "Where is Narcissa when you need her?" Bella muttered to herself as she looked through the manor. She saw a figure coming out of a somewhat familiar room, and she ran towards it. "Hey, you!" She grabbed his arm and found Snape glaring at her.

"What's all the commotion about?" Snape hissed.

"Why do you have a pensive!?" He grabbed his wand and pointed it at her throat. He used his other hand to shove her against the wall.

"You better not have been sharing a certain memory that was created only an hour ago."

Bella looked at Snape, and felt glad that she had put the memory in her room. "Why no Snape, I just took this to the lounge, you see, it needs some fixing." She pointed to a small crack in the left handle, and began to speak again.

"Now, onto other things, where's Draco?" She smiled secretly to herself and began to feel good about the way things were going.

Severus eyed her for a few more moments. Then finally loosened his grip on her, and lowered his wand some.

"I wouldn't know where Draco is. He's your nephew." he growled.

“Yes, well your his Mentor, you're meant to know where he is as well! Well, do you mind helping me look for him?”

Severus rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know if he's even back from Knocturn Alley yet."

"Knockturn Alley! You sent him to KNOCKTURN ALLEY!" Bella was fuming, every man and his owl knew that Knockturn Alley was full to the brim with Aurors.

"I'm going to Knockturn Alley to find him, and so are you." She grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the disguise room.

"Oh do calm down, Bella. There are no Aurors there at the present time. Besides, I didn't send him there." He hissed, while trying desperately to pull his arm out of her grasp.

"You're coming with me anyway." She pulled him into the room, and instantly she changed into a small, dirty blonde-haired, blue eyed teenager. He changed also, into a teenage boy with red hair and brown eyes. Bella looked at him, and sniggered, "You look like a Weasley crossed with a Granger." She tightened her grip on his arm and apparated to the back room of Borgin and Burkes.

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Draco took a deep breath of the slightly muggy night air and coughed.

"Bit of ginger tea's good for that," a voice said. Draco started and looked up to see the local grocer girl walking casually towards the fence.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, attempting to keep his voice even at the same time.

The girl shrugged. She was about Draco's age, maybe a couple years older, a few inches shorter. Her blonde hair was a slighty darker shade than his and had been loosed from its regular ponytail. "I always wanted to see the old Riddle House up close," she said. "Thought you might give me a tour."

Draco scowled at her and started to say a dozen things before rethinking them. "Not tonight, gramps has business friends over."

"Oh, I see," the girl said not looking too dissapointed. "Want to walk with me then?"

Draco felt slightly horrified but decided anything to get her away from the house. "Yeah, fine, let's go to the pub."

Draco and the grocer girl took seats at the short booth in the Hanged Man. It was still too early for the pub to be as empty as Draco would have liked, and nearly everyone was sneaking glances, if not outright staring at them.

Draco grunted in response to the chorus of, "'lo Drake! 'lo Lacy!"s and winced because he knew they're arriving together would be all over Little Hangleton by morning. He might find it cause for worry if any of the other Death Eaters ever talked to the town Muggles, but as he was the only one, Draco figured he was fairly safe on that front.

"So, Drake," the girl said and Draco winced again. "What brought you to live with your grandfather?"

Draco half lost track of the elaborate story he told her. After he had finished, she launched into her own rather bland childhood. It had something to do with being orphaned and moving from guardian to guardian until finally coming to live with her uncle...and somewhere in there was kidnapping, an evil Count, and an acupuncturist...

"Are you tired?" the girl asked.

Draco awoke with a start. His fingers felt oddly cool and wet, and he realized they had slipped into his chocolate milk. He pulled them out and wiped them off. "Long day," he said.

"Apparently," the girl said with a laugh. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"No," Draco said with a little more emphasis than he had intended. "I'll walk you home," he finished awkwardly. Lacy had no objections to this and walked out of the Hanged Man with her chin held high. Draco groaned silently but managed a wane smile when she looked his way.

The mugginess of the night had given way, and a clear sky of bright stars showed through. It woke Draco up enough for him to be uncomfortable. Lacy seemed to gravitate towards him, no matter how hard he tried to subtly put a few body widths between them.

They reached the gate of the lane that led to the cottage she and her uncle inhabited. "Well, goodnight then," Draco said.

"Goodnight, Drake," she said and somehow managed to step in a little closer.

Draco pulled back about an inch shy of a kiss and stumbled a bit over his feet as he blurted, "I better get going."

Lacy grinned at him. "See you later," she said, looking far too confident and slipped through the gate and up the short lane.

"Pretty girl," a raspy voice said, causing every muscle in Draco's body to tense.

Draco turned his head to Fenrir and sneered. "She's a Muggle," he spat in a disgusted tone.

"You'd do well to remember that," Fenrir said in a strange low growl.

Draco hands dropped automatically to his pockets where his wand was tucked away. He glanced towards the cottage to see Lacy close the door behind her. "We're supposed to maintain an illusion," he snapped and began to walk towards the Riddle House, giving Fenrir a wide berth. "It's my job to interact with Muggles. I don't enjoy it."

"Are you sure?" Fenrir said, fall into step with Draco on the other side of the lane, though he seamed to be taking one long step for every two Draco took, like a wolf stalking it's prey. "She looks tasty."

Draco paused, and his eyes flashed angrily at Fenrir. "The Muggles in this village are off limits on the Dark Lord’s orders. You'd draw attention-"

"The Dark Lord’s orders?" Fenrir sneered. "I was under the impression you only took orders from Snape. You're always off on his errand when the Dark Lord calls."

"I was assigned to assist Snape-" Draco snapped back.

"Snape shields you from the Dark Lord, for his own purposes," Fenrir growled and began closing the distance between them. "I would question his motives more deeply, but he's in the Dark Lord's favor at the moment. But perhaps Snape is simply as fond of children as I am."

"Stay away from me!" Draco hissed, pulling out his wand and taking a few steps back. "I'm NOT a child!"

Fenrir laughed his harsh barking laugh and then his face went cold. "Don't threaten me, boy. You haven't the courage to go through with it. I know what you are. A coward, white and tender as a little lamb. Best to stay with your sheep dog lest the wolves get you."

Draco steadied his breathing but did not lower his wand. "I don't think the Dark Lord wants division amongst his followers. You risk his wrath if you don't fear mine."

Fenrir laughed again. "The lamb's got teeth," he said. "Flat and not very good for biting though." He snapped his jaws together in Draco's direction and without another word bounded into the woods.

Draco slowly lowered his wand and headed "home".

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Bella and Snape apparated to the cellar, stirring up all the dust in the room and causing them to sneeze a few times.

Snape gave Bella a scowl, and looked around the room. "Well, he's not here." he drawled. "I'll be on my way then. I think you've disturbed my evening enough for one day Bellatrix."

Bella gave him a scowl of her own and continued to tug on his arm.

"You know, your scowl isn't very intimidating when you're in a 15 year olds body Bella." He sneered.

"Nor is yours Severus."

He glared at her for a moment, and then realized Draco was dressed up differently the last time he saw him. How funny would it be to let Bella search high and low around Knockturn Alley and continuously pass him by (assuming he was even still in the area) because she didn't recognize him. He waited for his time to apparate, but it was a good 15 minutes before Bella finally forgot to keep hold of his arm.

Finally, Snape took his fortunate moment to apparate back to the Riddle house. Sighing, he spent the next hour trying to transfigure himself back to normal. Finally by 3 am he was looking back to his usual greasy bat self.

Bella let go of Snapes arm for a second, and instantly he was gone.

"Damn!" She yelled as she got to the door that led to the main area of Borgin and Burkes. Borgin knew that the only person who could apparate down there was a Death Eater, and he treated them with upmost respect. She flung the door open, and walked out onto the street.

Bella walked through Knockturn Alley, and onto Diagon Alley. She thought to herself, "Gosh, I haven't been here in ageeees". She walked past a picture of herself, screaming her alliegance to the Dark Lord, and smiled. "If they could see me know" She sniggered again as she past a ministry sign. Then something caught her eye.

"You shouldn't be worried about You-Know-Who, you should be worried about YOU-NO-POO, the constipation sensation thats gripping the nation." A thought popped up in her mind, and she walked into the shop.

Bella walked out of the shop, her pockets filled to the brim with stuff she had gotten off the blood traitors. She sniggered again as she thought of the leprechaun gold she had given them. "Losers" she whispered to herself as she walked into Borgin and Burkes. The familiar drawl of Borgins voice filled the air.

"Good Day madam, how may I help you?" Bella looked at him sternly, went over to the counter, amde sure nobody was around, and lifted up her left sleeve.

"Just open the damn door Borgin." In a sweeping motion, the door was open, and Bella was off, back to the Riddle House to cause lots of mischief.

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Bellatrix walked out of the Disguises room, looking like her normal self. "Why people apparate to the main hall and waste time transfiguring themselves, I don't know."

She knew what she had to do, and fast. She ran around the house, asking all her compatriots if they knew where Snape was. Once Fenrir assured her he had gone to bed for the night, she ran to her room and began her chaos-filled plan.

"Accio Severus Snapes Shampoo!" A bottle came whizzing towards her, and she grabbed it quickly and filled it up with one of the blood traitors products. She sent it away, and the bottle soon went flying back to its original hiding place.

"Accio Severus Snapes Conditioner!"Another bottle came flying towards her, and yet again she filled it to the brim with a blood traitor product. She banished it, and it went flying off.

Bella ran out of her chambers and towards the kitchen. She arrived there, and 14 house-elves came running towards her.

"Miss Bella, how can we help?" The squeaky little voices chanted at her. She puffed and panted, until she got her breath back.

"Ok, I want you to put these pills in Severus Snapes food and drink. You can't tell him, or contact him in any way to tell him you are doing this. You can tell nobody that you are putting these pills in his food and drink. Is this clear?" 14 singsong voices chanted back at her

"Yes Miss Bella, we understand." With a crack, the house-elves were off, and Bella knew that the fun had just began.

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