Harry Potter and the Heir of Voldemort
Chapter 2: Of Castles and Houses
Disclaimer: Come on, do I have to say this again? I own nothing apart from the not so original but still original idea; after all I have been playing with this plot since I read the third book, and that's a long time ago. And believe me Harry Potter is not of my property, Harry and Hermione not being together proves it.
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Difficult times are approaching
And only a few while stand still
Deep in this world darkness rein
And chaos is soon to come…
Planning things of which he isn't sure
And deeper looks into the past
As the ignorant stay by the side…
A confession of love
And a plan is set
When darkness and light collide,
Can there be a neutral side to this fight?
Somewhere in the world, in the dead of the night, a sinister castle stood in the middle of a forest many knew nothing off. An aura of malice and darkness covered everything around it, a storm raging on the horizon.
Animals roomed free in the dark forest, looking for shelter, but they knew that anywhere was safer than close to the castle with dark black walls, tainted with the blood of innocents. Never has it been touched by muggles and has never seen a pure soul walk in... alive. The doors of said castle can only speak of tales of dreadful deals and death ordeals.
Nothing good is to come from a place like this one. Since the beginning of time, it gave a place to rest to the most corrupts hearts. And now is no different, cause is the home of that who haunts peoples life and nights.
Lord Voldemort.
The castle of Ephap stood there, in the middle of a forest long forgotten and right now it was possibly the most sinister place on earth, the home of a bringer of pain, dead and sorrow.
But things were not always like that…
"Do you love me Tom?" a woman with curly brown hair asked the man before her.
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her as an answer.
"I do. You know that very well," he said after the gentle kiss, but on the inside he was afraid, because he knew things were going to change soon. He was corrupted by darkness; there was no hope for him now.
"I know you do," she said, so true were her words, her golden eyes alive with love.
"And you, do you love me?" he asked a smile playing on the corner of his lips.
"Yes I do. I love you Tom Marvolo. I love you so much," she answered with full sincerity. She was one of the only persons who used the last name Marvolo to refer to him… but he didn't care for it was her.
She let herself be embraced by his strong and gentle arms, as love and passion took control of both lovers. Only the moon and the stars were there to testify the kisses and caresses exchanged that night.
But in the end even a love so pure wasn't enough to beat a darkness so strong.
Inside that castle you could find many of those that have been corrupted by hate and power; an ambitious that has lead many to their dismiss.
Many of them were regretting the choice they made years back. Regretting it now when there was no turning back. Or at least not a safe turning back, retreating was the end as well.
Death Eaters-that they were named by their master. Behind theirs masks stood persons of no honor. Whose faces I prefer not seeing.
Walking through the corridors of the castle was a one of the many death eaters, a traitor to the light side. He owed a life debt-a thing you should always remember-to the boy-who-lived.
His features seemed to be a cross between a rat and human, repugnant; thanks to the many years he wasted hidden on his animagus form. One of his hands was missing and on its place was a metal replacement, on pure silver. This death eater's name was Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail.
His lord had called and he was on his way to meet him. Terrified was an understatement to big when it came to describe him. His eyes glanced around at the sound of the slightest of movement. He was preparing himself to be jinxed one or two times…
…or more.
He was after all a mere pawn in Voldemort plans, nothing special at all.
He finally came too a halt before the room he had been looking for. He knew patience was something his lord hadn't, and he wasn't going make him wait.
He opened the door and found himself with blood red orbs. Full of hate and darkness, it was like a never ending precipice, in which you could fine the blood of all his victims.
Those eyes could cause anyone nightmares, and he was no exception.
"You called milord?" he said, kneeling before Voldemort.
"Yes," was his hiss of a response.
"May I… know why?"
Voldemort gazed down at him with hateful eyes, playing with his wand. In another moment he would have cursed him, but right now he had no time to lose. After all, the person before him was insignificant. It wasn't worth his time.
"I have to find something," he said. "And I want to be sure it will be brought here in perfect conditions."
"And what is it, if a may ask my lord?" Wormtail asked, his head down, his eyes full of fear and his body shaking. It amused Voldemort to see him like that.
"Yes. Is a relic, of an ancient family of wizards… of The Last of the Pure and I want it. It might hold light magic, but it holds the biggest amount of the most powerful dark magic as well, and I want that. It has Deorc in it… in its purest way," there was a trace of happiness in the dark lord's voice, a macabre tone of joy.
"I see, milord," the death eater said, realization hitting him. "Who am I going with?"
"With Severus," he said while patting with a hand his snake pet-Nagini.
Wormtail watched the green serpent with fear eating him; he could be excellent food for that animal if he was to fail his lord's orders.
"But he is not here-" he started tentatively, his voice breaking, but he was cut off by Voldemort anyway.
"Silence you fool! No one is to correct me. Crucio!" his voice was full of hate and darkness, the unforgivable coming easy to his lips.
A high pitched scream filled the air as the curse hit the body of Peter Pettigrew, he fell to the floor. Hate cursed trough his body and he feel like millions of knifes were being incrusted into his flesh. After some minutes the curse stopped and his screams started to subside with it.
"That shows you not to test my patience."
"Yes, milord," was his fragile response, he was still kneeling on the floor, to weak to stood up.
"I do know Severus isn't here but he will come soon, in a week. Then you two with some others will go find and bring back the sword," he made it crystal clear that he will not allow failure. The Death Eater merely nodded, to afraid of causing his master rage again.
"You may leave now; take your pathetic face out of my sigh."
"Yes, milord," and he didn't need to be told twice to leave the room.
Red eyes watched the retreating form of the death eater as a sinister smirk covered his lips.
"That sword will be mine. The last relic that holds neutral power will be in my hands and then nothing will be able to stop me. Deorc… darkness itself will be in my hands very, very soon."
An evil laugh filled the air as the storm outside intensified, a single thunder clash in the distance.
"Your end is soon to come, Harry Potter!"
Darkness reins here…
Somewhere else, with a lighter tone to their conversation, two grown ups sat around an old and rusted table. They were eating in an exchange of silence and carefree conversations.
They had finished theirs task in the ancient house of Black; which will be used to harbor the Order in some weeks. Voldemort was playing it low for now but it wouldn't be for to long, they were sure of that.
"What are you thinking so much?" the woman with short pink hair asked to the quiet werewolf at her side.
"About the things I told you before," he answered, his eyes fixed on his plate of food.
She shook her head, she wasn't sure of why he was so afraid about all this. "He would love the idea, Remus," she offered to the confused man.
He looked at her, he wasn't as sure as she was.
"I don't want him to think that I want to occupy… Sirius place," he added-finally admitting his hidden fear.
Now she understood… yet… that didn't change what she thought about the situation.
"I still think Harry will love the idea, and it wouldn't be occupying Sirius's place. You have your own place on Harry's heart won already. Being his god-father will help the both of you."
Remus was surprised at the words of the young auror, thinking about it, she could be quite wise if she wanted. But that didn't stop her from being blunt on her opinions and clumsy in many things. The true was that he loved those things about her as well.
"Maybe you're right…"
"I am right. You'll see," she added, a smile greeting her features.
Remus couldn't help but smile back.
Several minutes went by in silence once more. The clock's tic-toc were the only thing audible, both adults lost on their minds.
"You miss him don't you?" stupid question, but it has left her lips before she could stop it.
Remus looked down, his body tensing at the words. No response was coming from him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask that. You don't have to answer," she tried to fix the wrong her words had caused. But she wasn't so successful. Remus stood unmoving, his eyes glued to the floor. She loved this man, she was bloody sure of that. But, damn, was she good at messing things up and hurting him? Yes, she was. She was the best at that.
"You really don't need to answer Rem-" the metamorphmagus started but was cut off by the ex-marauder.
"I want to answer, Tonks," he said, his voice was firm and commanding.
Tonks stood in silent. Her brow furrowed in complete confusion, but she wasn't going to complain with him. She wanted him to trust her.
"Not only him… but everyone… life has been hell since that day… the day of James and Lilly's dead… I lost everything that night of October; all my friends were gone one way or another. Two were death… one was supposed death and the other… on Azkaban, for being a traitor… I was completely alone…"
She could see the tears that were fighting to get out, but he was strong enough to hold them back… for now. His body trembled slightly but visibly and she guessed this was the first time he talked with someone-apart from Sirius-about everything.
It was like a bomb, destined to explode at the sound of her words.
"But then life took a drastic turn… and gave me a second chance. I meet Harry and his friend and saw once more the meaning of friendship on their bond. Then I found him again, my best friend… my brother by all means except blood… and he wasn't guilty of anything. I wasn't alone again; everything was changing for the better."
A weak smiled posed on his lips, and she could feel herself on the edge of tears as well.
"Then… he left… live took him away once more, this time forever… but they left me behind, like always… and Tonks I swear I have wished so many times to die. To leave this place for once… but my prayer has never been answered…" now tears ran down his face, leaving on his face a path of sorrow.
Tonks, for her part, has been slapped across the face with his words. She wasn't expecting to heard him said that, not at all. His life was precious to her and too many others; she wasn't going to let him bring his death upon himself.
He wasn't alone. She was there for him, and she was going to let him know. She stood up from the old chair she has been using and walked towards him with firm steps.
His vision was lost, his mind wasn't there, tears fell from his eyes, tears that had been hold inside for to long. His body was trembling and his hands were clenched into fist. It broke her heart to see him like that.
"Listen to me Remus Lupin," she stated, her strong voice gaining the attention of the man before her. "Don't ever, ever, say that again. Your life is worth it, more than you think, so don't dare say that you which to die again. You can't die. You are precious to many, you are precious to Harry… your precious to me…" her words had ended on a whisper but she maintained the eye contact, gazing deep into his eyes… deep into his soul.
"Tonks…" he whispered, understanding the double meaning behind her words.
She rested her head against his forehead, and closed her eyes. One of his hand went to caresses her face, gently and softly.
He had always maintained his distance with the young auror, because he knew feelings have been involved for some time… and he thought he wasn't going to be good for her.
But today… today he didn't give a damn.
They were lost on each other. Soon their lips met for the first, but not the last, time. Love and passion were set free.
The kiss was soft at first both felling slightly confused with the turn the actions between them were taking.
But it soon became more passionate, their tongues fighting, dancing. Her hands strangled in his muffled brown hair and his trailing her body.
"What are we doing?" he asked between kisses, as they separated for the need of air.
"I have no bloody idea," she answered resting her head against his and looking deep into his eyes as she added, "but I swear I love you."
And he knew she was saying the true. Still…
"Are you sure you can love a werewolf?" he asked, doubt entering his eyes.
"I love everything about you, Remus. I wouldn't change anything," she said and kissed him again.
And if it wasn't because she was kissing him once more he would've be grinning like mad.
"I love you, I love you too," he said sincerely and he had to allow out a laugh when her hair turned deep red after his words.
The Old House of Black was the only witness of the promises of love exchanged between the new found lovers that night; two of the many persons that will soon find themselves entangled in a chaos of truths and secrets.
"What do you think of living here? Together, the two of us with nothing between us?" the woman asked her lover.
He looked at her and smiled… a fake smile. He knew there was no future for them, he was dying alive slowly and there was nothing good for the future.
"I would be prefect," he said. And Tom was saying the true. Nothing could be more perfect than living with her forever…
But that was just a dream now… he was lost gone.
"I love you, Mione," he said suddenly, telling her the truest feeling he had ever felt and would ever feel.
She smiled saying, "I know."
He smiled and felt content for the moment, forgetting about the things that he knew were soon to come. Of the hell he would bring himself.
"You'll be meeting him next week, I suppose?" the old and wise man asked.
The professor before him, head of the Slytherin house and teacher of poisons at Hogwarts, nodded. His black eyes watched the headmaster with an unreadable expression. His greasy black hair covered part of his face shadowing it, covering him in an air of mystery.
"Yes," he answered after thinking for some time. "He wants me to go find the sword, but we know we can't let him have it. Even when I don't want to admit it, the sword is Granger's property by blood right. And If the Dark Lord is to have it… it will be the end of us all."
"Exactly Severus, so what are you going to do?"
"We have to give that sword to its owner, to Hermione Marvolo Granger. She is the only one in the world who can use both the swords light and dark magic… as well as is neutral properties."
"Yes… that girl has more potential than she thinks, thought it will hurt them all when the time of talking with the true comes."
Severus Snape stood in silent after those words. He knew it was wrong, to loathe kids because of their parents… because of his past. But he couldn't stop himself; he despised Potter, and with it his friends. Granger had nothing to do with his past… directly… but he despised her just because she was Harry's friend.
He knew he didn't cared for what she felt, but he had to help her. The sword couldn't end in the wrong hands, it was meant for her. He had to help her; it was what Dumbledore wanted… what Mione would have wanted. And he had debts with both of them. Big debts.
Hermione Marvolo, the daughter of the wizarding world worst enemy. Who would have thought? She is nothing like Voldemort… but she is Mione and Tom's daughter; there is no doubt in that.
How he, Severus Snape, meet Mione and ended mixed in all this is a long story, but it was thanks to her that he went looking for help with Dumbledore. If she hadn't say does words to him… he would probably still be a Death Eater, and not a spy to the light.
"You are one of his followers, aren't you?" the woman asked, it was obvious that she was pregnant.
The interrogated man looked down; he wasn't meant to be found. His assignment was to watch her, without her knowing.
"You should escape, whoever you are… his not a good future... and I can see in your yes that you are no bad person…" her words were marked with a pure sadness that hit him like a ton of blocks.
The younger inexperienced and confused Severus looked down, felling ashamed of himself… reluctant to meet her eyes after her words.
The Last of the Pure were special magicians, they have the ability to see into the soul of people by just looking in their eyes… they could read you with easiness.
"Get out while you can… and please don't tell him that I'm pregnant… he will kill his own daughter if he knew… and I have to save her."
His wand was now being held limply, without strength. The simple words of a stranger had made him think.
He reflected about it, he was aware of her presence but he couldn't look at her.
If his Dark Lord was capable of doing what he was planning to do to the woman who he once loved… what will he do with them…? Worst, what were they doing…? What was he doing…?
"I'll trust you…" and with that the woman turned and left, leaving a speechless man behind.
He was confused must he admit… but the woman was right… his mind was set for once; he knew what he was going to do. Or at least try.
Words, simple mere words that had helped someone take the right turn in live.
"Mione, had a place in history won, right Severus?"
"Yes," he answered serious and truthfully "And I'll make sure that the sword get to her daughter hands when the time comes… even when it will cost me a dozen of Cruciatus."
Dumbledore smiled, there was that twinkle in his eyes once again.
"You will never admit it, but I know very well that you care for those kids," Dumbledore added with a playful smirk on his lips. "Especially for Hermione, because of what Mione did for you in the past."
Severus grunted but said nothing; silence was his best option in this moment.
And said silence took over both mans. The headmaster gaze lost on the horizon of Hogwarts' grounds, towards the Forbidden Forest; the professor for his past lost on his mind.
"Who would've thought that there could be a neutral side to this war," Dumbledore commented after a while, taking the Slytherin head by surprise.
The potion master couldn't help but smirk.
"You are one, in the light side, with grudges against our protagonist and a death eater as well… and Hermione with her place as Harry's right hand and Voldemort's daughter. Irony is able to amuse me some times."
It was true.
This war was going to be hell… and dark and light were going to be more mixed than normal.
Things were never going to be the same… once the spider of webs around the Golden Trio, Hogwarts and the full wizarding world were reveled.
Hey!!
Another chapter in! Is taking my time but hey… is not easy with school.
Wow my timeline is so messed up, so please give a blind eye to that.
My grammar… Heck, I know is no excuse but I'm really trying my best… sorry for those errors I can seem to control is not my language and that's why I am not so good at it.
Umm… Next time we will probably see what the young generation is doing, but who knows what I'll do.
What do you think of the messed idea of having Tom Marvolo as a good character once? Remember that in my story, he and Voldy are like two different persons… with the birth of dear Voldy came the death of Marvolo.
Oh and Remus and Tonks… wow I have no idea… that was so out of character… but oh well… I really just want them together… ALIVE.
Well, thanks to all those who reviewed, put me on their favorites, on their alerts or just read the story.
Until next time,
Nyrihaz
Answers to anonymous reviews:
-jenny:
I love them as well and that's why I'm writing one. See you next time!
-elwin:
Fist Thanks for the review. Now let's answer your question. Oh and by the way Hermione does not know she is named after her mother… she thinks Jane, who is her mother in her mind, liked the name and that's why she have it.
Albus knows… and that will be revealed in time… lets say that Mione knew him. Like you know for reading this chapter, Severus already knew about Hermione's past. Severus will be good, but will have confrontations with them. As for Hermione's powers, let's wait for that to be answered by the story.
Good Bye and Thanks again to everyone!!
