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"WHAT?" Russell was surprised, to say the least. "Since when has Slug the<br />
Suckup become a Defense teacher?"<br />
Flitwick smiled grimly. "Oh, old Horace isn't going to teach Defense. He's going<br />
to teach Potions again."<br />
"But then what is Severus going to be . . . oh, come on!" Russell went from<br />
surprise to shock. "You HAVE to be . . . joshing?"<br />
Flitwick shook his head. "I assure you, Dumbledore was serious and so am I.<br />
Minerva was even more shocked than you or I." Russell placed his pipe in an<br />
ashtray, and now looked both horrified and stricken.<br />
"Yes," Flitwick agreed. "I feel awful as well. Albus has always said to the senior<br />
staff that he would not appoint Severus to the Defense teacher unless. . . ."<br />
"Unless Severus needs it for his cover. As a last sop to Voldemort, to stop him<br />
from insisting that Severus kill Albus."<br />
"I hope Severus is not killed when Voldemort does insist that he kill Albus,"<br />
Flitwick said.<br />
Russell merely nodded, thinking of the cards predicting Albus' death. Under the<br />
right, or wrong, circumstances, Russell knew that Dumbledore would be willing<br />
to make the sacrifice for the greater good, and that Snape would be the most<br />
likely Order member able to carry the assassination through. "When did all this<br />
happen?" he finally asked.<br />
"He said he had been after Horace for over a week," Flitwick answered.<br />
'Albus' plan', Russell thought. He felt sick. 'I have to pick my own plans up'.<br />
"Professor Russell, Minister."<br />
Thursday, July 18, 1996<br />
"Thank you, Weasley." Rufus Scrimgeour remained seated, scratching away at<br />
some parchment. Russell came in, saw what the Minister was doing, shrugged,<br />
and sat down. After about two minutes, he folded his hands in his laps and<br />
started whistling the March from Aida.<br />
"Do you mind?" Scrimgeour snapped.<br />
"No, Rufus, I don't mind at all."<br />
"I am the Minister of Magic, John!"