Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Disney's Beauty and the beast – this was written just for fun, and no profit is being made.
AN: Another new story! I currently have 7 chapters written, so this is still a WIP as I go! I hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing it, please take the time to review! Also, I'll mention most of the first chapter, and part of the second chapter are really just to set the stage for the story. the second half of chapter two is where things truly begin (although don't skip the first parts, it is critical to the plot!) Enjoy!
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February 2, 1980, Malfoy Manor
The Dark Lord sat at the head of the table surrounded by his most loyal of Death Eaters.
"Bring her to me" he sneered, his dark hair falling over one eye.
Two Death Eaters, McNair and Rosier, dragged the slight woman into the room, forcing her to Bow at the Dark Lord's Feet. Her copper hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders, and she forced herself to look up into his face. He was beautiful except for his unsettling gaze; his eyes were red and filled with hatred.
"Pandora…There is information I desire, and you are going to provide it." He said silkily, rising from his chair and gliding towards her kneeling form.
"I won't help you!" she yelled.
He stopped, his eyes briefly falling closed, his movements eerily calm.
"Oh but you will, my dear, you will…Crucio!" he screamed as he held out his hand towards her body
She fell to the ground in spasms as the screams tore from her throat. The blood pounded in her ears, and she felt as if every nerve was on fire. She would welcome death like an old friend if it meant an end to this pain…
The Dark Lord released his hand, and her body fell back limply, still twitching from the intense pain he had inflicted.
"Now, let's try again. Pandora, where are the Deathly Hallows?" He asked, a tone of warning in his voice
"I can't…You mustn't!" was all she managed to gasp before she felt the intense pain return, and she thought she would go insane from it. She thought about her baby, her little girl, Luna, and latched onto the thought, trying to distance her mind from the feeling of burning alive that her body was presently experiencing. Once again, the pain subsided.
"Pandora, I am growing impatient. The Elder Wand; Tell me now!" The Dark Lord screamed
"It's an illusion, all an illusion…" she whispered so softly he had to strain to hear her.
"Explain" he commanded
"The wand only gives the illusion of power. No one could ever truly master death. In the belief that they have, is when death will come for them. It's all an illusion. I beg you, do not seek out the Elder Wand, for those that do, death is always close behind." She pleaded.
The Dark Lord bent down and plastered a fake smile onto his face, and said in a mocking tone, "Oh, come now, Pandora, you cannot expect me to believe that you are concerned for my safety?"
She was still trying to get her breathing under control, "You need protecting from yourself" she gasped, and attempted to sit up. She caught him off guard when she reached a hand out towards his face, and said, "You could have done great things, Tom Riddle."
A look of pure rage crossed his face before he pulled back from her hand as if he'd been burnt
"Crucio!" he yelled once more plunging her into a state of unconsciousness.
Finally, he released the curse, and commanded his Death Eaters to return her to Xenophilius Lovegood as a warning. He would acquire the Deathly Hallows, of that he was certain, and Xenophilius was the key.
April 30th, 1980, Hog's Head Inn
"Miss Trelawney, I presume? I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Are you any relation to Cassandra Trelawney by chance?" The headmaster smiled and shook her hand in greeting.
"Please call me Sybil. Cassandra Trelawney was my great-great Grandmother. I was born with the gift of sight, as she was before me." Sybil replied dreamily, adjusting her overly large spectacles on her face.
The headmaster eyed her skeptically, but continued, "As you know, I have received your application for the post of Divination Professor, and wanted to meet to discuss your qualifications."
"Yes, Headmaster, I confess, I foresaw your request for a meeting. Professor, there is a dark presence in your aura; I fear that you must take great caution if you wish to not suffer a most painful death."
The headmaster narrowed his eyes, not believing a word of what she was saying. After talking with her for about ten minutes, he was pretty sure that this woman, who claimed to have the inner eye, was not a seer at all; but there was something about her, that made him pity her regardless.
"Yes, well, I'm sorry to have asked you to come out all this way in the rain, such as it was, but I will have other candidates to interview for this position, you understand?" the headmaster told her, trying to let her down easy.
"Of course, Headmaster. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me." Sybil thanked him.
"In that case, I must bid you good evening." He told her.
As he turned to leave, he was stopped by a sudden gasp behind him as Sybil Trelawney's eyes glazed over and her mouth went slack.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
The hair on the back of Albus Dumbledore's neck stood on end and a chill went down his spine as he heard the prophecy.
A moment later, Sybil blinked, and looked at him, completely unaware of what had just taken place.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster…was there something else you needed?" she asked in confusion, a look of befuddlement on her face.
"Miss Trelawney, I'd be honored if you would accept the Divination position at Hogwart's." The headmaster told her, knowing he would have to place her under Hogwart's protection in order to keep her safe from the Dark Lord.
"I'd be delighted to accept, Headmaster." She said graciously, as he explained that they would arrange her accommodations in the castle first thing in the morning.
Neither saw the young man with dark greasy hair walking swiftly out of the Hog's Head Inn, out into the dark rainy night.
April 30, 1980, Malfoy Manor
Severus Snape fell to his knees in front of the cloaked figure.
"Rise Severus. Speak." the cloaked figure commanded
"My Lord, there has been a prophecy. Earlier tonight I was trailing Dumbledore as you commanded, and he was meeting with someone in one of the upstairs rooms at the Hog's Head. The prophecy was about you, My Lord." Severus said bowing his head.
The cloaked figure walked towards him swiftly and lifted his chin roughly with a pale hand so that he could meet his eyes.
"Legillimens!" The figure hissed as he invaded Severus Snape's mind to access the prophecy.
After a few moments, he withdrew from his mind and Severus fell to his knees, panting.
"As the seventh month dies…born to those who have thrice defied him…" the cloaked figure repeated to himself.
Severus watched him carefully, as he paced back and forth in front of him.
"She's very lovely, Severus…Lily, is it?" The cloaked figure stopped pacing and looked at Severus menacingly.
"Please, My Lord, I beg you…destroy the child, but please, not Lily." Severus begged as the realization of what he had done washed over him. Icy cold fear gripped his heart, knowing that he had just marked Lily Potter for death.
"Very Well, Severus. You have served me well, and as a reward, I shall spare her life so that she may be yours." The cloaked figure said smoothly
"Thank you, My Lord." Severus said feeling a rush of relief wash over him. His Lily would be safe. She would never forgive him for allowing harm to come to her family, but he could live with that so long as she was safe.
October 31, 1981, Godric's Hallow
"Please I'll do anything, don't hurt my baby!" Lily sobbed as she attempted to block the cloaked figure who had just took her husband's life in the downstairs hall only moments before. She had no thought of protecting herself, but she would not let him get to her child.
"Stand aside, this is your last warning. You will not interfere." He commanded as he attempted to step around her as she clutched his robes desperately trying to stop him.
"She watched in horror as he stopped in front of Harry's crib, her world slowing to a stop. He would not harm her child. He would not.
She watched in slow motion as his wand lifted, pointing at Harry, who's innocent face showed no fear. Before the curse could leave his lips, she threw herself in front of Harry's crib, feeling the force of the spell collide with her chest.
It was as if she was still watching everything that was happening, seeing he own crumpled body lying helpless on the floor, as the dark wizard once again raised his wand.
The sound of her own screams echoed in her ears as the whispered curse once again fell from his lips
"Avada Kedavra!"
But this time, there was a blinding flash of light, and the dark wizard was consumed by it. The child fell backwards in his crib, his small chest still lightly rising and falling, as if in sleep, the only evidence of what had taken place was the jagged scar remaining on his forehead .
Lily felt herself fading away; her child would be safe.
October 31, 1981, Godric's Hallow
Severus Snape burst through the door, his heart beating frantically in his chest.
"No…no, no! Lily!" He screamed as he tore through the house, past the fallen body of his old enemy James Potter.
The Dark Lord had promised he would spare her…
When he reached the top of the stairs, he froze. The door to the nursery was cracked open, and he could see someone sprawled out on the floor, with flaming red hair.
Lily.
"NO!" Severus cried as he rushed through the door and dropped to his knees, pulling her lifeless body against his chest.
"You weren't supposed to die, you were supposed to be mine…" he sobbed as he cradled her head in his hands.
After what seemed like hours holding her body close, he pulled away from her, standing on shaking legs. He turned and looked at the crib, and he gasped in surprise. A small child sat looking up at him, with Lily's green eyes, and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead. It didn't make any sense…why would the Dark Lord leave the child alive and kill his parents? Severus looked around the room, and spotted a small antique looking hand mirror on the vanity table. As he turned it over in his hands, he noticed it was cracked. He made up his mind in that moment, that he was going to leave the Dark Lord's service, and he was going to do what he should have done years ago… he would throw himself on the mercy of Albus Dumbledore. He had to protect Lily's child. He had failed her so spectacularly, that he vowed he would spend his life keeping the child safe. He put the mirror into the pocket of his robes, knowing it would fetch a high price in knockturn alley. If he needed to run, at least he would have something of value he could sell.
May 18, 1994, Little Hangleton
"Kill the stag!" the mutant form of Voldemort whispered to Wormtail as they approached Harry Potter and another student who had been transported by their portkey just in time for the dark ritual. Tonight, Lord Voldemort would be resurrected completely. He would no longer live as a parasite as he had since his horcruxes had allowed him to return.
"Avada Kedavra" shouted Wormtail as the green jet of light hit the student in the chest and he was thrown to the ground in a lifeless heap.
His wand then swung towards Harry, and forced him to stand upon a tombstone, the scythe of the statue gripping Harry in it's stony embrace.
"Do it now!" a high pitched voice rasped as a giant cauldron flared to life in front of Harry.
Wormtail dropped the mutant lifeform he had been clutching into the cauldron
"Bone of the father unwillingly given…" Wormtail chanted as a bone from beneath Harry's feet zoomed towards Wormtail before landing in the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant willingly sacrificed…" Wormtail said before pulling out a dagger and severing his own hand, his scream echoing in his ears as Harry watched in horror as it too fell into the cauldron.
Wormtail then turned toward him menacingly with the dagger, and Harry struggled desperately to escape. He felt the dagger slice through his forearm, the tip of the dagger shining with his blood
"Blood of the enemy unwillingly taken…" Wormtail rasped as he flicked the blood thrice into the cauldron
"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" he cried, the cauldron erupting into a violent roiling boil as the cauldron itself vanished as it formed a floating black figure. The blackness settling to form the dark silky robes of the pale figure who now stood in front of Harry. He was as pale as death, with crimson eyes and a snake-like face.
He watched in horror as the figure glided smoothly towards Wormtail.
"My wand, Wormtail." He said smoothly reaching out long bony fingers to wrap around a light colored yew wand.
May 18, 1994, Malfoy Manor
"Severus. I am most displeased that you took so long to return to me. Surely you felt my summons?" The dark lord questioned
Severus Snape bent low at his master's feet, "My Lord, forgive me. As you know, I have been serving as the Potion's Master at Hogwart's for the last several years."
"I don't want your excuses!" Voldemort bellowed and glared at the black clad man in front of him.
"My Lord, I can be of use to you. I am close to Albus Dumbledore. I can gather information for you." He pleaded, pushing down the disgust he felt at having to serve the man who had killed his Lily once more.
Voldemort seemed to contemplate his offer before agreeing smoothly, "You may be right, Severus. I can use you. Dumbledore is close to Potter. If he trusts you, we can use that information to our advantage. " Voldemort said smoothly.
"Yes, my Lord. I have also brought you a gift to celebrate your return." Severus said reverently.
Voldemort looked at him suspiciously, as Severus pulled the small antique hand mirror from his robes.
"What is it?" He asked, taking it from Severus.
"It is a charmed mirror that can be used for two way communication. It is cracked, but the shard that has come away can be used as the second mirror. You can give the shard to someone you wish to communicate with long distance, and use the other portion of the mirror to communicate to them. It will allow you more freedom in sending messages rather than just summoning someone to you." Severus explained.
"How extraordinary." Voldemort said smoothly as he inspected the mirror.