Why We Do What We Do - Part I (standard:fantasy, 2531 words)
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Added: Feb 24 2002	Views/Reads: 3262/2196	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is the firt part in the series 'Why We Do What We Do', it follows the characters of the Harry Potter series, and tells the story of each of their tasks, set at the end of book four. In part One, what happenes to Professor Snape when he returns to the

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters except Nurse Tueor,
these is a spin-off of J.K.Rowlings Harry Potter Series. 

Dedication: This story is dedicated to Moony, who is just as obsessed
with Harry Potter as I am. Hope you like it! 

Why We Do What We Do 

‘Severus’ Dumbledore had said turning to me, ‘You know what I must ask
you to do. If you are ready...If you are prepared...’ 

‘I am’ I heard my voice say, a lot more confidently than I felt. 

‘Then good luck’ said Dumbledore, who watched me apprehensively as I
swept wordlessly out of the room, not trusting my voice to speak. 

I walked out of the hospital wing, thoughts chasing round my head, I
didn’t notice where I was going until I bumped into a figure waiting 
for me at the end of the corridor. 

‘I know what your doing, for us’ said the man uncomfortably, wearing
ragged robes and a strange expression. 

‘Sirius,’ I hissed ‘I’m doing this for me just as much as I am for you’
I spat the last word out, anger raging inside me. 

‘I’m not going to argue with you now, it’s not worth it, We’re on the
same side now, like Dumbledore said’ Sirius said calmly looking at me 
with something in his eyes, was it pity? I couldn’t tell. 

‘Good Luck’ he said shortly and turned away, transforming into a dog as
he did, running away down the corridors. 

I would have liked to say thank you, but the memory of what happened at
Hogwarts had stopped me. That was all a bit rich, coming from the mouth 
of someone who thought it was funny to try and lead me to my death. 

I continued down the corridor with the angry thoughts echoing through my
head. I finally reached the dungeon, stepped inside it and breathed in 
the smell of the potions lab. They always calmed me down, and at this 
very moment that’s what I needed. I prepared my story in my head, stood 
up to my full height and apparated to Voldemorts side. 

* 

When I had arrived at my destination, the place was in complete uproar.
Lord Voldemort was shrieking threats and hurling curses left, right and 
centre. Four death eaters were lying on the floor, screaming with the 
effects of the Cruciatus Curse. Three were lying on the cold wet grass 
of the graveyard, stunned, although at first I though they had suffered 
from the final, and most deadly of the unforgivable curses. 

Voldemort was standing in the centre of ring of cowering death eaters,
howling at the top of his cold, anger filled voice. 

‘You let him get away!’ he shrieked, his red eyes on fire. 

‘Ma-master! Do not fear, we can f-find him again’ came the trembling
voice of a figure kneeling on the floor. I could not see his face, but 
I could see his wearing a large plain black robe, and what looked like 
silver gloves. 

‘Get up Wormtail!’ He roared, ‘You let this happen! It’s all your fault!
Crucio!’ 

The figure shrieks filled the air, and mingled with those of the others,
I shuddered and felt cold sweep through my body, why did I come back 
here? 

I took one deep breath, and prepared myself for what was to come. 

‘I am back master’ I said above the yells of pain. 

At once every sound in the graveyard stopped, the curses were lifting,
and the only sounds that filled the graveyard now were sounds of heavy 


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