I own neither Twilight nor Harry Potter. I only own the plot.
Black smudges appeared here and there before his eyes, distorting his vision and causing his head to throb painfully. The sound he heard in the Shrieking Shack was dim and he had to use all his strength to comprehend the noise. Footsteps. He knew he would have cringed if his body were not half paralyzed. He sensed the intruder as he knelt down next to him and he moved his eyes toward the shadowed figure. The spots soon faded from his line of sight and he could see the man more clearly. Raven hair fell down to his shoulders and pale skin looked an ill green in the moonlight. At first he thought it was his own spirit, come to take him away, but he soon saw it was not. The man had ruby red eyes and a serene smile.
"Severus, I'm going to help you," The voice was clear and he sighed in relief at being able to hear once again.
He struggled to say one word in protest, "No."
"Yes," The voice retorted, "I must. Because I am selfish, and I want you."
Severus' dying heart began to thump with fear. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. He winced in pain as cold hands turned his head to the left, exposing his neck to sickly sweet, cool, quick breathing. The sensation against his skin would have been pleasurable if not for the aching fear racing through him. Why would he be afraid of someone who wanted to help him?
Pain. A burning pain ran through his veins and he knew at once what this was. He had heard of them. He knew they were recruiting wizards. He knew they existed. The Volturi had come for him.
