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Well, it's my first ever fiction in English, and as i'm aware that my language is awful and vocabulary abysmally poor, don't
be too harsh AND REVIEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!If i will get reviews i'll proceed if not...ok, then not.
Part of heroes are characters from RPG (and i used fragments from RPG, especially in Tehhie's story), so don't be confused with names, part
are HP books heroes.It starts on Harry's 6 year (well i suppose that Rowling can write what happens on his 5 year perfectly well without my
help).Dumbledor retired and went for Bahamas islands and Severus Snape (hmm...alter ego of me) became Hogwarts Headmaster at last.Of course, problems begins from his first day on the job...
Juliss the Severed Snake (Headmaster Severus Snape).
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Mervitus Statem.
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All these moments will be lost in time like tears in rain...
time to die.
Roy Batty, "BLade Runner".
Chapter 1:Returned dead.
A tall sinister looking woman entered Hogwarts Great Hall. She wore dark blue robes, her long black hair fell down her
back and swished against her robes as she walked.
No less sinister looking man in black robes descended the stairs to welcome his guest.
-Hello-addressed he to the new-coming witch-As you are aware, i'm Severus Snape, Headmaster of this school.It seems
we met once, may be in our school years at Hogwarts? Anyway, i'm happy to see you at last in here, Rachel.I would like
to offer you a Demonology teacher position-i heard that you are a great specialist in this complicated subject.Come to
my office to discuss it in details.
Rachel followed the stooping figure of Headmaster to his office. He offered her a seat and sat behind his desk.
-Demonology, eh? I've never taught that subject. My specialties are Potions, and Transfiguration, but I am up for a new
subject to add to my repertoire-murmured she with smirk.
But Professor's Graves smirk faded fast when Snape crossed the room,bolted the door and put on it Obfirmatus Charm.
-What's going on?-muttered Rachel in confusion.
-Transfiguration, Potions-smiled Snape-don't try to hoodwink me, dear Rachel.I said i remember you, but under another
name, of course.Rachel Allory, one of the best Aurors, very popular in Death Eaters circle-actually, you name was second
after old cracked Moody.Hope, it refreshed your memory?
-Well, Severus.For what you organized all this show?
-You remember Rosier?
-Of course.Moody lost a half of his physiognomy trying to hunt him down.
-But at last he murdered him, yeah?
-And what?
-Rosier, Dolohov, several other guys-very faithful, very gifted and very vile, all of them killed by Aurors many years
ago...They returned.
-No, Severus, it's impossible!
-Possible, dear.I had a sweet talk with Rosier in this room yesterday-lucky he stayed in the center of pentagram,
otherwise our current conversation would be very doubtful.All right, i'm ready to suppose that i'm going mad, but
no-several students came to Hospital Wing, telling about repeating nightmares.And this heading in "Daily Prophet"
today-Longbottoms family mysterious escape from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies-doesn't that resemble a
notorious events 15 years ago?
-I have to think-muttered Rachel-i need time to ponder, you understand? And i need advise, i'm going to talk with Moody
today.
-Moody, old cracked barrel? Okay, Rachel, you can go, but remember what i said you.
Snape performed a counter-curse, and the door swung open.Professor walked out of room, still looking bewildered and
nearly collided with tall golden-haired woman, talking with student.
-Sorry-muttered Rachel and hurried downstairs, but Severus froze on the spot.
This woman...Her face was too familiar for him.
-Melian? Aren't you dead?-mumbled he stupidly.
-As you can see, i'm pretty alive-smiled Melian-Didn't expect to meet me again, Severus? Of course, you didn't.Who could
recognize Melian Millstone under Melanie Millsrode name? You even invited me to take a Defense against the Dark Arts
position,Dumbledor's recommendations still working, yeah?
But Snape recovered already and smiled sarcastically:
-Still nice and charming, even after your own death.Where you learned this trick-your old admirer Sirius shared
experience of his rat friend?
-How dare you to speak with me...
-I dares, darling.Anyway, you are new D.A.D.A. teacher, dear Melanie-and i'm Headmaster now, so try to be more polite.
I can bet you have loads to say about this subject.Ask Filch, he'll show you your room-i'm busy now.
Melian snorted indignantly and shot out of room, as if she was boiled.Snape plunged into the chair and bit his lips.
"Damn-thought he-So, she survived...or...aren't she the one of returned dead?Rosier doesn't remember too about his
death, as well as Dolohov..." But somehow this idea didn't seem to him attractive at all.
...They were lovers 15 years ago, he and Melian.He remembered well their last rant.All started as usual:
-You don't love me!-yelled Melian.
-Did i ever said i love you?-sneered he in response.
-No-she said instantly, brushing her hair back.-But the one you really likes never will be yours.
-About whom you are speaking?-snarled Severus.
-About Lily.She despises you now, because she's sure you are faithful Voldemort's servant, and she'll hate you if she'll
know what you did to her husband, how you betrayed him!
-And how she's supposed to learn it?-said Snape softly,but threatening note sounded in his voice.
-I can tell her, for example-burst Melian.
-Beware, darling-hissed Snape-i'm not your boyfriend Sirius, don't try to blackmail me.
-Don't try to scare me!-yelled the girl.
...He even didn't pass it directly to Voldie.He just let it slip in his conversation with Evan Rosier:
-Melian's hiding place?Don't know exactly, somebody have seen her at Brighton.
...When he came at her house a day after, it was empty.Only scattered wizard pictures on the floor and salt breeze from
the bay, playing with white curtains at the window.Snape picked up one of the photos-their first Hogwarts year,
Halloween Ball.Seven children smiled and waved at him.
...Tehhie, staying next to him in silvery dress robes.She became Auror, and Voldemort found her and put on her Curse of
Creeping Death-charm, that kills slowly and painfully, no countercurse.She pleaded several friends to kill her, because
she cannot do it by herself.Only Snape was ruthless enough to do it.He remembered silver slim ghost of girl, rising over
the dead body.He saw her several times after that at Hogwarts, and has an anticipation that he'll meet her soon
again.
...Lucius and Maleficent.Maleficent flied from England to France several months before the notorious night at Godric's
Hollow.
...Melian, who just got rid of Sirius and was kissing Snape on the cheek.
...Zandra, who was swift enough to return to New Orleans when they finished the school and escape all the horror of
Voldemort's time.
...And Lily, who hided from view timidly at the corner of wizard picture.Lily, the only person whom he ever liked, except of
his mother.Not loved, actually-he wasn't able to feel something that strong, but liked enough to be tortured by guilt and remorse all these long
years.
He was absolutely sure that Voldemort wasn't going to kill her, only Potter and his brat.And his hatred to Potter was
sufficient to aim Dark Lord at Peter Pettigrew.
...Even Dumbledor was sure that only his debt to James Potter forced him to save Harry Potter's life at boy's first
Hogwarts year, and later, last year.Not a little.Only continuous pain on the back of his conscience kept him from handing
boy right in Voldemort's welcoming embrace.
Snape smiled mirthlessly, put the photo aside and locked the drawer.
At that moment flames in fireplace colored in green, and the head of Lucius Malfoy pocked out of burning.
-Glad to see you, Lucius-said Snape flatly-Welcome and be at home.
Malfoy crawled out of hearth, cursing and brushing ash from his black robe.
-And the reason of this unexpected visit is?
-Don't be stupid, Severus.Of course Evan and Antonin already found you.
-Of course yes.Cannot say that our meeting was pure joy and pleasure, but yes, they found me.And what?
-Didn't you understand?It's your last chance!All the last year i tried to convince Dark Lord don't kill you...
-I'm all gratitude, Lucius.No doubts you did it only because of your altruistic feelings?.
-Listen to me, Severus.And can i take a seat, at least?
-I said "be at home".So want you wanted to tell me?
-Severus, My Lord is now strong and powerful as he never was before.Have you seen? He even found a countercurse to
"Avada Kedavra", snatched Moody and several other Aurors and revived his faithful servants, and now we are as
numerous as years ago!
"Found a countercurse to "Avada Kedavra""-sounded in Snape's head."Found a countercurse"...Vision of Lily's face
flashed before him, but he remained as cool as usual.
-And of course you are really happy now, Lucius, because your loyalty to Dark Lord is widely known.
-Of, shut up, it's not the matter of jokes.I said, it's your last chance.I can organize your meeting with my Master.
-And want he wants of me, poor and modest Hogwarts teacher?-smiled Severus crookedly.
-Don't you know? Only thing that he need to make his power eternal and limitless?
-Beware eavesdroppers, Lucius.Member of Ministry, uttering such a things in office of Hogwarts Headmaster.
-It doesn't matter already.Are you agree?
Snape stopped and looked at locked drawer.Change a life of Lily for Harry's? He knew that Voldemort will be only too
happy to make such a bargain.And Lily...Anyway, he have to learn more about this spell.
-Yes, i'm agree, Lucius.
-At last!-exclaimed Malfoy-Well, i'm going to talk with Maleficent...
-How's Narcissa?
-Of, shut up, really.
The portrait of Fat Lady at Gryffindor's common room swung open, and Hermione fell inside, white as chalk and
panting.Her brown eyes, always large, were now of size of tennis balls.She ran to Harry, who sat in corner polishing his
Firebolt before the tomorrow Quidditch match.
-Harry-panted she-i was near Headmaster's office, talked with new D.A.D.A. teacher.I cannot help hear.Oh not, actually, i
used Audatus Charm, but that doesn't matter.Harry, i have something to say you.
-What? Malfoy's dad purchased at last Firebolts for all Slytherin team?-asked Harry coolly, proceeding with polishing.
-Oh, don't be so stupid, who cares about Slytherin team?
-I, for example.Forgot about tomorrow match?
-Hey, Harry, we'll show them tomorrow!-yelled Ron, jumping from the stairs-with Firebolts or without!Remember that
match when you caught Snitch right under Malfoy's nose?
-Shut up you both!-hissed Hermione and dragged them to the window, Harry still holding his broomstick.
-Only don't take it too hard Harry-whispered the girl-But...okay, i overheard Snape's conversation with Lucius Malfoy,
who...er...okay, who said that You-Know-Who discovered the way to return people killed by Avada Kedavra into life, and
revived his servants, and also he want Snape to bring you to him and Snape consented-spurted she on one breath.
With a loud "BANG" Firebolt dropped onto the floor.
-Are you mad, Hermione-squeaked Ron-it cannot be true,i mean Avada Kedavra, because i always knew Snape's
You-Know-Who's pal and on something mean!
-Shush!Don't cry like this, and yes it's true, at least it's what Malfoy said!-snorted Hermione indignantly-But don't worry,
Harry, we just have to send word to Dumbledor, and he will never allow Snape to do something to you!
-Imagine Snape thrown of, isn't it really good!-grinned Ron-Harry, hey, Harry, you looks terrible, cannot believe old mean
Snape scared you so!
Harry sat slowly into the chair and clutched his forehead.
-What's wrong, Harry? You scar hurting again?-muttered Hermione anxiously,looking at Harry's pale face.
-Didn't you understand-said Harry slowly-If it's truth, about Avada Kedavra.I can get my parents back!
When Lucius left office, Snape frowned and muttered:"Well, well, old friend.And why you are so keen to organize my
meeting with Dark Lord?"
-To whom you are speaking?-sniggered somebody from the dark corner, and silver ghost of girl glided to Headmaster's
desk.
-Did i announce that today is "Open Doors Day" for sneaking shadows from the past?-snarled Snape.
-Shadows from the past, how pathetic-giggled Tehhie-first, i'm not the shadow, but ghost, second, your conversation
with Lucius was soooooo fascinating!I cannot help overhearing...Not that i heard all, just a few words...
-Last time you overheard private conversation Voldemort put on you killing curse, if i remember well.
-Ghosts, darling, have a great advantage-they can listen to private conversations without getting killed... - winked
Tehhie-And i'm really bored, Moaning
Myrtle got on my nerves-she tries to share her experience in spying after Prefects with every specter she could trap,
even Bloody Baron.It's horrible.So i decided to make my life more interesting.
-Spying after me instead of Prefects?
-No.You are not attractive enough.But i can see-you realized already that Lucius is untrustworthy, yeah?
-And what?
-I can check the situation.Just a little spying in invisible form in this great glum house of Lucy, nothing too dangerous...
Snape was hesitating.Of course it would be of great use to send Tehhie to Malfoy's Manson (were Voldemort resided
last months,even not trying to disguise himself-half of Ministry knew it and half suspected, but no one dared to
check).But, from the other side, his recent plans about meeting with Dark Lord didn't agree too well with presence of
spy.However, he shrugged and said "Yes" at last.
-You know already about Rosier and Dolohov.And about my visit to Dark Lord.
-Yes, and i think it's nothing but trap.They tries to ensnare you, didn't you see?
Snape smiled:
-May be yes and may be no, girl.Voldemort's pretty sure i will return to his service, and his arguments could be very
effective.
-Are you...
-Still not.But i want you to be there, invisible.To avoid temptation, say so.
-No, no and no again!-yelled Hermione, not putting attention at little crowd of Gryffindor's, gaping at her.
-It all may be only trap, Harry, didn't you understand?
-Well, may be Snape used the Audatus Charm, didn't he?Or forced you to start eavesdropping? Don't think he wanted
you to overhear it!And, Hermione, if you said me it already...just leave me alone, ok?
Harry stormed up the stairs, Ron trailed after him, dragging a forgotten Firebolt.
Harry fell on his bed face down and shuttered a curtains.It might be snare...and it might be not.His mother sacrificed her
life to save him from Voldemort.His dad died defending him.
He used to live without parents, 15 years already, but from his third year at Hogwarts, when for one bizarre moment he
believed that his dad returned to rescue him from Dementors...well, from this moment he was somehow sure that they
will return in reality one day.He didn't say it to Ron or Hermione or anyone else (he still flashed upon recollection about
Daily Prophet headings and passages of Rita Skeeter "Boy who survived still crying his eyes off over his
dead mom",what's the abomination!), but it didn't change nothing at all.
But who said that they just bound to return?He didn't know until now how he can help them, but these words about
countercurse-what if it was truth?
-Harry-the voice of Ron came from behind the curtains-well, Harry, may be it seems cruel and all, but could you just
forget it?We have Quidditch tomorrow,
and all these new lessons, and, Harry, Snape will be only happy to catch you on something.Just drop it.
-I can not, Ron-muttered Harry and turned around to face the wall.
***
Next morning was bright and chilly, and after breakfast all the students went to Quidditch Pitch,anticipating a fascinating match.First, when
Potter and Malfoy were going to meet not only as seekers of rival teams, but also as captains.
Harry, however, wasn't too happy about it.The events of last evening still kept him gloomy and morose. He sat in changing room, trying to
ignore admiring glances of Colin Creevy, who became Gryffindor chaser this year,and paying no attention to racket outside.
-Well, Harry-said Dean Thomas, their new beater, at last-where is your Nobel speech? Aren't you supposed to encourage us with several
well-chosen words about how we are going to smash slimy slytherin's, so on?
-Isn't it clear without any words?-piped out Colin- With Harry for captain, and all this training, yeah?Harry?
-Er...yes, of course-muttered Harry and grabbed his Firebolt-well, all of you know what you have to do.That's it.Now let's go.
-Not too cheering, try to prepare better one for your Nobel lecture, -snorted Dean,and the rest of team headed for entrance to pitch-most of
them trying to guess, what the Nobel lecture is.
Madam Hooch mounted her broom and kicked against the ground already, ready to whistle, when Headmaster Snape came to the stands,
accompanied by Professor McGonagall and, to the students astonishment, nobody else than Minister of Magic.Cornelius Fudge eyed a
tribune nervously, as if expected that couple of dragons is going hatch right into the center of students' crowd.
-The match is cancelled-announced Headmaster-all students, please go to your common rooms.Prefects, it's your charge to bring students in
safety.All teachers, come to my office immediately!
In haste and buzz of hundreds angry voices Melian made her way to Snape and asked:
-What's going on?
-Nothing more scaring than escape of all the top-secret prisoners from Azkaban.Dementors decided at last where their loyalty lays, and their
decision disagree somehow with the Ministry plans, to our surprise-scorned Headmaster-From now students are not permitted to walk into the
grounds,not even leave the castle.More than hundred of parents arrived already to bring their beloved kids home.But let's go, we cannot
waste time now,Fudge is beyond himself-he even lost his famous bowler hat in turmoil!
In Snape's office teachers continued to discuss the shocking news in hushed voices,but Headmaster demanded silence and declared:
-I invited you all to discuss the situation.But first let us listen to Mr.Fudge.
The named person jumped agitatedly at his sit and stared blankly into the corner, then started with visible difficulty:
-Well, the state of affairs was far from ideal for a long time.The main efforts of Ministry were directed to defend the wizard society from
ridiculous rumors about...er...You-Know-Whom return...er...
-But the rumors became to be truth-finished Snape with malevolent smile,-i prefer to abandon the long introduction.All we knows perfectly
well that Voldemort...please, don't flinch, that's his name...that Voldemort is with us again.In brief, he managed to persuade Dementors that on
his service the supply of human fear will be by far more sufficient, and now we faced the problem-about twenty most faithful Death Eaters
returned to their master.
Terrified silence was the answer to this declaration.
-More than that-sighted Cornelius Fudge-Voldemort's servants kidnapped several Aurors- well known Moody and Longbottom and Downy in
their number-and killed, as it seems.And...oh...the London's office of Ministry appears to be not too reliable place for our further work.So...we
decided to transfer several departments in...in these walls.
-What-gasped McGonagall-But the studies!How students are supposed to learn something with members of Ministry, swarming in corridors?
Fudge wiped sweat from forehead and continued:
-Oh, Minerva, only a few departments.And a cash, of course.Because part of Gringotts security goblins seems to be not...
Snape smiled serenely, and Melian tried hardly to hide a grin.Well, for sure their beloved Headmaster was ready to put his hands on Ministry
cash without hesitations.She could bet it was the main argument that made Snape to approve Fudge's plans.But McGonagall was infuriated:
-I cannot let it!I will send a letter to Dumbledor!Are you mad?Now WE will be under You-Know-Who attacks, nice decision, i should say!
-Well, well, Professor,calm down a little, it's dangerous to be so anxious in your age-murmured Snape, shining at her-we discussed the
business already in details, no troubles are expected.
Last sentence almost killed Transfiguration Professor, she chocked and burst out of the room.But the meeting continued.
Late in the evening Snape was alone in his office, awaiting for Malfoy's arrival.He felt uneasy, however: first, because the visit to Voldemort's
lair wasn't the same as the pleasant walk in warm summer evening-actually, he half-expected that it might be his last journey, and, second, he
wasn't sure that it's very sensible to leave the school now.But the choice was done-at least, no one will cry his or her eyes off after my untimely
death,great consolation-thought Headmaster with rather mirthless smile and sealed the letter with his "last will"-instructions for the Hogwarts
staff in case he won't return.
He was worried not only about his own doubtful prospective, but also about of Tehhie-no sign of ghost girl was visible since the last evening,
when she departed to Malfoy's manson.
But his anxious pondering was interrupted by pair of enormous lights, appeared from the thin air next to the window, and thrumming noise.
-Worse thing to do was only to fly in here on dragon-hissed Snape in beaming physiognomy of Malfoy, hovering on driver's seat of flying car.
-Doesn't matter already, as i said-scoffed Lucius and helped him scramble onto the back seat-Let's go, my Master's awaiting for you.
