Shades of Silver and Black

Chapter 9

"Like what?"

"They can make your life a literal hell." Parkinson smirked. "You killed somebody-"

"-We don't know that." Severus interrupted. "He could be just gravely injured. He could be saved."

Parkinson shook his head. "Unlikely. You do realise the purpose of the entail expelling curse, right? Let me tell it slowly -so that you will understand- it is made to expel your entrails. Not to mention that you did it incorrectly, which is much more dangerous than doing it properly. The sad truth is, it will be nothing short of a miracle that will cause Sirius Black to live." Parkinson said bluntly. "Anyway, getting back to my original point, you murdered or attempted murder-"

"-I am not a murderer!"

"-so according to law," Parkinson continued, ignoring Severus's output. "You should be in Azkaban for twenty five years. More, if the Black's team of lawyers are as good as I know they are."

Severus was pale. Azkaban? With dementors? Twenty five years?

Parkinson kept talking, purposefully oblivious over Severus's inner fear. "That would most likely be your punishment. Or..."

"Or..." Severus prompted, there must be something better than this. Although, he supposes anything is better than being with those soul-sucking monsters.

"The Black's could choose to activate Meghalugues' Act." Parkinson revealed.

Severus looked confused.

"Meghalugue's Act basically is activated when somebody murders or attempts the murder of a pureblood heir." Parkinson explained. "In these conditions, the murderer is objectified, and is branded as the personal property of the victim's family. So if they choose to do this, in simple terms, you would be a servant in the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Your status would be less than that of a common House Elf's. They can do whatever they want with you- you would be their chew-toy. And even if they kill you, they cannot be convicted, because like I said earlier, you would be objectified. The consequences of killing you would be the same as killing a House Elf, which is non-existent." Parkinson said cheerfully.

Severus felt sick. "That is barbaric."

Parkinson shrugged. "It's a law. Besides," now his eyes turned frigid. "You deserve it."

Severus opened his mouth to retort, but they were already in front of the Slytherin Common Room now.

"Scorpious." Parkinson said the password, making the door open.

All the Slytherin's were gathered there, every single one of them from his fellow first years to the seventh years. But the Blacks weren't present. Lyra, Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa Black were noticeably absent from the Common Room. Lucius Malfoy and Thomas Nott were not there as well.

Everybody were glaring at him, and Severus visibly flinched under their heated glares and disgusted looks.

Dennis Yaxley sneered at him. "Excellent move, Snape. Brilliant way to showcase your Slytherin cunningness." He spat.

Severus struggled to control his tears.

"Dennis," Parkinson spoke. "Any news on Black?"

Dennis Yaxley shook his head. "No. But it's bad, really bad. Lucius isn't back yet. Slughorn came a minute ago. They are transferring Sirius Black to this hospital in France that specialises in trauma accidents. But the school's Medi-witch said that even then the chances of Black being alive are slim, at best. The Black girls along with James Potter have been given special permission to take holidays until Sirius Black's recovery. Or funeral, which ever comes first." He shrugged.