Severus Snape managed to block Harry Potter's back once more as yet another curse was thrown at him. Unfortunately he didn't hear someone behind him yell, "Avada Kedavra!"

All he knew was the world went black and he was plunged into an icy abyss.

Jessica Black sat on her horse, the harsh desert sun beating down on her browning skin. She wore dragon scale armor that allowed her free movement of the arms. It protected her chest and back. The armor had a few dents, but nothing too bad. The scales were fading red and black. She wore a lighter pair of black scaled pants that hugged her toned muscles but made it natural to move around in. She had a helmet lined with the scales as well, but the outside was metal, a yellow gold.

She kicked her booted feet against the sides of the horse and they started forward. Behind her a large camp of soldiers and their families marched. They all wore some form of protection, but few had the same fancy armor she had. Tied to her waist was a large sword made of the finest metal. On her back rested two simple short swords with emeralds grafted into the hilts. Covering her left thigh was a large shield, about the size of her torso, in a traditional shape with the sign of a dragon burned into the metal. Resting on the right side of her saddle was a large bow with a sizable quiver. Her hands were gloved but the fingers were uncovered and the leather was wearing thin.

"Enemies!" a scout called from the hill they were heading toward.

Jessica signaled for her men to rest and the families to hide. She brought her horse forward and looked down the hill to see a small group of soldiers. They were surrounding a large group of men lying dead. She quickly brought her bow up and had an arrow pointing at the chest of the leader. It flew swiftly and hit the target. The men began to cry out and look up the hill. She let loose five more arrows, all killing their target. As the men fell they disappeared. The 10 remaining men finally recognized her and began to run away. She let them go, not willing to shed any more blood for the day. Once they were a decent distance away she motioned for the scouts to join her as she went down to check on the bodies lying in the sand.

She stopped her horse when she recognized them as wizards and witches, a few Death Eaters and even two Order members. Jumping off of the horse, she walked forward and kicked the nearest black robed man. He stirred, groaning. She slowly unsheathed her sword and put it against his throat. He was still wearing a mask.

"Stand," she barked when he appeared to be looking at her.

The man pulled out his wand, but she hit his hand with the blunt edge of her sword, causing him to hiss and the wand to land a few feet away. A scout quickly picked it up.

"I said stand."

The man did so, towering over her by a good five inches. "Where am I?" the familiar voice snapped.

"Voldemort's wand," she grinned. "You obviously were killed in the … battle."

He looked at her closely before muttering, "Jessica? Miss. Black?"

She began to laugh, finally placing the voice. The blade of her sword raised the mask off of his face and she gave him a triumphant smirk. "Professor Snape. Welcome to hell."

"What?" he whispered, looking around the desert. His pale skin was already coated with a thin layer of sweat.

"Did you die by the Order or the Death Eaters?"

"I was protecting Potter," he sneered.

Jessica turned to the head scout. "Take this man and any other… clean survivors. Help them freshen up and tell them about their new home and new responsibilities. I will scout ahead and see if there is an army ahead. When I return, we will decide whether to set up camp or not. The fort is only three days away."

He nodded and grabbed Snape, pushing him toward the other scouts. "Don't try any magic, Wizard. You may just burn up all of your energy."