And as this is my first fanfic, I hope to get better as I go along with the story. Read and review!
I do not own Harry Potter and never could come close to J. K. Rowling's brilliance anyway
A hooded figure moved swiftly through the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. He was a strange and frightening looking man, with a hooked nose and black expressionless eyes. Any outsider that might have glanced at him would have hurried away, muttering that, "Doesn't the creep know that Halloween is a week from now?" but there would be no outsiders here, strange or ordinary, the man had made sure of that.
He walked deeper into the forest, frowning in concentration. Two steps forward- or was it four? Yes, it must be four. And the next is two to the side, and one behind. He raised his wand and said, "Ostendo Ta!" and he was gone.
Severus Snape appeared in the middle of a strange room. The room had seven doors, each decorated with a painting in the middle of the door. The one in front of him was of a young Madonna and Child. He moved closer to it. It was a curious painting, for the Madonna was not wearing her usual blue but black, with gold trimmings, and the clothing covering the child did not look like clothing but- ah. For the clothing looked much like it was, a piece of parchment. He pulled the parchment carefully off the painting and saw the writing was in Italian.
Snape nodded thoughtfully and moved on to the next painting. It was of a phoenix was clearly done by someone with connections to the magical world, for though it did not move, no muggle could have so accurately drawn a phoenix looks like on Burning Day, not a beautiful and exotic looking bird, but as a hatchling, newly come again into the world. This piece of paper was in the ashes, and was written in old English, some of it readable, most of it not.
The third painting was of a young man offering a black sphere to a boy. The young man had handsome red hair with streaks of gold, and wore an orange tunic and a purple cape- a strange combination. The boy wore a white tunic with a light red sash. The paper was hidden in the tunic.
The forth painting was of a bird hovering over the ground. The bird had strange deep blue eyes, white feathers tinged with red, and it clutched a small olive leaf in one claw, while the other claw was tangled in dark undergrowth. The parchment was disguised as a feather on the ground.
The fifth painting was the most complex of all of them, bright colors and dark colors, with figures in shadow and in light. In the middle of there were three figures holding hands.
The parchment was on the bottom of the painting.
The sixth painting was of contrast, with one side of the painting awash in light and beauty and the other side dark and angry. Where the sides met there were two figures dueling with swords, one wearing white, the other wearing black.
A crow dove toward the black figure, while a falcon dove toward the white figure As their swords clashed together light broke from above. The paper was on the frame.
The seventh and final painting was of snow falling on a barren landscape, tinting everything with white. The parchment was in the snow.
Snape spread the parchment on a table in the middle of the room. "Revelio mihila quo chosa!" The parchment twisted and writhed on the table before settling down as a folded sheet of paper. Snape unfolded it, and grabbed at the thing that fell out, missed, and involuntarily winced as the thing hit the floor, expecting a shatter of glass that did not come. He picked it up, marveling at its lightness, and the n nearly dropped it again as he got another look at it.
It was a necklace, a beautiful necklace with a intricate chain and a small glass vial shaped like a flower with a small red bloom in it. The flower was tiny, but as Snape cupped it in his hand it sparked, and then caught fire. The fire traveled down the vial until it was completely full of flames, and then the fire cooled and disappeared completely to reveal the flower completely fine. With shaking hands, Snape unfolded the letter:
Dear Sev,
First I want to say I'm so, so, sorry. I never should have cut off our friendship, a friendship that I should have trusted completely, not let go just because you said one word while you were being humiliated, hurt, and with everyone to see. I not only snubbed you that night, I wouldn't talk to you or even look at you the next two years. I was terrible, and I will never forgive myself.
I want to make you Harry's Godfather. I know Sirius is already Harry's Godfather but I think you should be too. Sirius, while kind, is not very responsible, and rather- well- downright careless at times.
I've seen something that scares me in Harry's future that I want him, and you to be ready for. This is why I want you to keep the Foxflame pendent for me. Please be safe, if something happened to you I would never forgive myself,
Lots of love, Lily.
A tear dropped on the letter as Snape finished reading, and he clutched the Foxflame pendant tightly in his hand.
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