The Cult of White Raven
By La Chatte Noire
Rated: dunno yet, at least pg13, I'll up it later if I feel like it
AN: I expect this to be long. This is not a true Mary Sue, I am basing the original characters off of people I know and people I have created. I do not really think Severus is really part bird (explained later on) nor do I think he's following the orders of someone named White Raven. I will admit I find Harry's parseltongue makes him a good candidate for inhumanity, but I doubt it'll happen in the books. If you want to review, email me at Dreamwardn@aol.com because I don't know how to read reviews off of ff.net. Instructions on how to read the reviews off the %&@# site are welcome, but no flames. I'll not post beyond this until someone emails me and tells me they want more.
Disclaimer: White Raven is mine. Most of her minions are mine. If you want to use them ask and I might loan them to you. However, Harry Potter and anyone else you recognize aren't mine.
Pairings: some mass orgies will be alluded to, but no descriptions. Other than that, unknown.
Spoilers for: everything Harry Potter, to be safe
Prologue: The Three Masters
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape laid on his bed. He was fully awake, arms crossed behind his head, lost in random thoughts. He wondered vaguely when and if one of his masters would call for him tonight, and if so which would it be.
He was eventually roused from his wonderings when a head appeared in the fireplace in the other room. "Severus, I need a word with you," said the bearded head of Professor Dumbledore. Severus growled slightly as he made a move to get up. A stabbing pain in his left arm threw him back to the bed. "Ungh," he groaned. He got up slowly, careful with his throbbing head so as not to move it too much. He ambled to the other room and to Albus's head. "I'm being summoned by the Dark Lord, Albus," he explained tiredly. "If you want this charade to continue, I have to go."
"Very well, Severus," said the head. "It can wait until you get back." Dumbledore's head disappeared into the flames.
Severus stood up and stretched. He started for the door so he might get off the grounds and apparate when he felt a burning over his chest. The burn was much softer than the sting in his dark mark, but no less noticeable. The burn spread into the shape of a bird in flight, wings outstretched, then stopped as suddenly as it had begun. He closed his eyes and groaned. All three of his masters requested his audience. In the end, he needed to apparate anyway, so he left Hogwarts grounds.
He didn't make his decision until he had actually exited the grounds. Although Voldemort was cruel, he could make exceptions. Severus decided he could make the excuse that Dumbledore needed to speak with him and he could not leave without causing suspicion. Dumbledore had the excuse that he was visiting Voldemort. That left him free to answer the call of his one and only true Master, the White Raven.
By La Chatte Noire
Rated: dunno yet, at least pg13, I'll up it later if I feel like it
AN: I expect this to be long. This is not a true Mary Sue, I am basing the original characters off of people I know and people I have created. I do not really think Severus is really part bird (explained later on) nor do I think he's following the orders of someone named White Raven. I will admit I find Harry's parseltongue makes him a good candidate for inhumanity, but I doubt it'll happen in the books. If you want to review, email me at Dreamwardn@aol.com because I don't know how to read reviews off of ff.net. Instructions on how to read the reviews off the %&@# site are welcome, but no flames. I'll not post beyond this until someone emails me and tells me they want more.
Disclaimer: White Raven is mine. Most of her minions are mine. If you want to use them ask and I might loan them to you. However, Harry Potter and anyone else you recognize aren't mine.
Pairings: some mass orgies will be alluded to, but no descriptions. Other than that, unknown.
Spoilers for: everything Harry Potter, to be safe
Prologue: The Three Masters
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape laid on his bed. He was fully awake, arms crossed behind his head, lost in random thoughts. He wondered vaguely when and if one of his masters would call for him tonight, and if so which would it be.
He was eventually roused from his wonderings when a head appeared in the fireplace in the other room. "Severus, I need a word with you," said the bearded head of Professor Dumbledore. Severus growled slightly as he made a move to get up. A stabbing pain in his left arm threw him back to the bed. "Ungh," he groaned. He got up slowly, careful with his throbbing head so as not to move it too much. He ambled to the other room and to Albus's head. "I'm being summoned by the Dark Lord, Albus," he explained tiredly. "If you want this charade to continue, I have to go."
"Very well, Severus," said the head. "It can wait until you get back." Dumbledore's head disappeared into the flames.
Severus stood up and stretched. He started for the door so he might get off the grounds and apparate when he felt a burning over his chest. The burn was much softer than the sting in his dark mark, but no less noticeable. The burn spread into the shape of a bird in flight, wings outstretched, then stopped as suddenly as it had begun. He closed his eyes and groaned. All three of his masters requested his audience. In the end, he needed to apparate anyway, so he left Hogwarts grounds.
He didn't make his decision until he had actually exited the grounds. Although Voldemort was cruel, he could make exceptions. Severus decided he could make the excuse that Dumbledore needed to speak with him and he could not leave without causing suspicion. Dumbledore had the excuse that he was visiting Voldemort. That left him free to answer the call of his one and only true Master, the White Raven.