The Clock Tower
snarryislife
co-authored by Joytiger
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By the way, I use Italian...because I have a fetish for sexy men speaking Italian.
Also, the names of the Sisterhood members, when they are communicating in the ritual like style they are, is their name, translated to Greek, and then spelled Phonetically. Really, you can guess which girl they are.
Sigh, I forgot to add the translations...so, everything Luc and Sev are saying is basically lovers stuff (i.e. My love, my beautiful, my precious, ect.) During the nightmare, they tell Harry it is but a dream, and that they will never let anything hurt him, and they will never leave. I got asked why they speak Italian. Angels are play a predominate role in classical art, especially classical Italian art, so, through magic, Italian is in their blood.
The Sisterhood stuff: Sacrifice speech: "Great Mother of love, we ask your blessing, we seek your help. Let this sacrifice be to your service."
Sisterhood pact: "Let us join as sisters in the light of our Great Mother Aphrodite. Let no man destroy our us bring love to those who have lost. This is the way of Sisterhood."
Also, someone asked, "When the hell did Draco get green eyes?" Answer: In my fanfiction, he was born with them.
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Draco was crouched in a corner of a secluded room, hidden under his invisibility cloak, the smell of burnt offering wafting through the air.
"Two hearts beat for their lost part," the murmur arose from one of the white robed figures, the one with a bunch of red Greek symbols.
Where the hell was Pansy, and who the hell were these people!
"Sister Pansés, runner of Cupid. Clues have Aphrodite granted you. Speak these, my sister."
"High Sister Ermióni, messenger of Aphrodite. Clues have been granted to the runner of Cupid. Aphrodite hath granted the runner of Cupid, documentation of the hearts' missing part."
Draco scooted farther back. What the hell were they doing!
"And Eyes, eyes the shade of green, they doth share."
"Who, Runner of Cupid, who shares the eyes so green, gifted by the gods to Harrison Evana Jamieson?" Another figure, this one with only one symbol, done in orange cotton thread, spoke.
"Sister Lýkos [a/n: Jazzy Wolfe] who shares the eyes so green, gifted by the gods? The one with hair so pale gifted by the gods."
"Draco Malfoy." Draco took that moment to take off. What the hell did these creeps think they were doing.
Severus and Lucius were taking a moment to bask in each other's warmth as thy snuggled on the couch, wings unfurled.
"FATHER! DAD! FATHER! DAD!" The two men sighed. Draco came barging into their sitting room, silvery-grey wings unfurled. Their son stood panting for a moment, attempting to speak.
"Crazy chicks *breath* eyes, *breath* Aph-"
"Dray, breath, your Dad and I do not want you to choke." Lucius spoke softly to their only child.
"Now, deep breaths, that's a boy. Now, tell your father and I, what happened, slowly, enunciate." Severus spoke, rubbing their son's back as the boy caught his breath.
"I was-Pansy-Pansy ran into me earlier and seemed a little odd, so I followed her using Mum's invisibility cloak, and map. She lead me to a part of the school that I had never seen before, and wasn't really much more than vague outlines on the map, and then she just, disappeared. But 7, women, I assume, cloaked in white robes with their hoods up, came into the room. One of them, the leader I guess, she had a bunch of Greek Symbols on her robes with red silk thread, well she had this huge bundle of some sort of grain, and a baby calf. Then another one of the figures stepped up, her robes got less symbols than the leader, but more than the others, and hers were done in orange satin, they were all chanting in Greek or Latin or something as she drew an alter on the ground, and I swear, it was either lip stick or blood. Then the leader comes up, places the calf and grain on the picture, raises a ceremonial knife, she still chanting, kills the calf, and then lights the grain and the calf's body on fire, still chanting up a storm." Here Draco paused to let the information sink into his parent's heads.
"Merlin, I thought ritual practice involving living sacrifice had been banned from Hogwarts since before WWI!" Lucius spoke, his grip tightening on Severus. Severus nodded, a contemplative look on his face.
"Was there any sort of name you recognized?" Draco's Dad questioned, the contemplative look still there.
"When they started talking, they referred to each other strangely. 'Runner of Cupid,' 'Daughter of Aphrodite,' 'High Sister.'" Here Draco paused at his Dad's I-figured-something-out look.
"Ah, the Sisterhood of Aphrodite, goddess of love and female sexuality. Cupid being the messenger of love, also, less widely known as the bringer of Soul-Mates. Hogwarts has always had this cult of female students, they thrive in the secrecy of their cult. The title of High Sister is one with extreme honor, meaning their great mother, Aphrodite, has blessed that chosen girl, and speaks to her through whispers. Runner of Cupid is the second in command, the girl who is honored enough to be chosen by Cupid to bring soul-mates together. The others would be referred to as Neóteri Kóri, Greek for youngest daughter. They serve Aphrodite and Cupid when he calls, he having his own cult of followers as well. The banning of living sacrifice came from when followers of Hera, goddess of marriage, and followers of Athena, came into contact with followers of Aphrodite. The followers of Aphrodite had brought together two 'soul-mates', it was debatable if the two were actually soul-mates, and in doing so, ripped apart a happy and thriving marriage of one of Athena's chosen protectors of Gaia, Mother Earth personified. The three groups, faced off, and in the end, four of the young women were sacrificed, and one of the followers of Hera, a young man, Gellert Grindewold, yes, the Grindewold, was irrevocably damaged, he was driven insane, by one of the rituals. " Severus finished, motioning his son to join them.
Draco moved closer, shocked to say the least.
"You mean, they actually sacrificed each other?" Draco scooted closer to his parents. Severus nodded. Lucius wrapped an arm around his son. He too had been disturbed when he had first discovered the information.
"Your mother was often compared to compared to Athena, Frigg, goddess of sky, marriage and motherhood, Cunia, virgin guardian of the cradle, and Hestia, virgin goddess of the hearth, home, and cooking. Shocking how most of the goddess he was compared to were virgin, he was very much not a virgin by Christmas." Lucius piped up. Draco's eyes widened, slightly traumatized by the virgin comment, but in awe of the information given freely about his mother, a topic that usually brought tears and emotional pain to his dad and father.
"They mentioned mother." Draco looked at his parents, looking more vulnerable than the 17 year-old normally did. Severus and Lucius shared a look, they were not the only one's who had lost Harrison Evana Jamieson that night. They pulled their son close, allowing the boy to seek the comfort he rarely did as he got older.
"They spoke about his eyes, and how they matched mine. And they had that Quiddich Magazine you gave me, the one with the article about Mum in it." Draco whispered, trying to imagine the mother who had been cruelly ripped from him at an early age. One would think he blamed his mother, for the anger he reacted whenever he[a/n: Harrison, "Harry", Draco's Mum] was brought up in public. At one time, maybe yes he had been angry at him, but now, he only felt sorrow for the man, who's only place in Draco's memory was the night his mother disappeared.
Draco took comfort in the fact that his parents father and dad were holding him, their wings sheltering him from the world. Draco quietly played with the water that had been in his father's glass, making it float through the air, and glisten in the fire. His dad ruffled his hair, proud of little things like being able to use one of his Angel powers.
Draco watched the water, remembering a time when this trick had been one of the things that made him feel grown-up. He let out a small laugh as one memory fluttered through his thoughts.
Lucius looked at him questioningly. It seemed tonight would be a night for talking.
"I was just remembering something that happened in first year. It was the first flying lesson, and I was a git to Potter and Longbottom. But later that day, I managed to hurt my leg pretty bad with a prank gone wrong, and I couldn't get down to Dad or the Infirmary, and then along comes Potter. I was scared he was going to be mean, I know I would have been if our positions were switched. But instead, he just helps me into the nearest loo, somehow transfigures a little table, levitates me on it, the whole while, fussing at me for doing dumb stuff, and I should be nicer, and I really was going to get hurt badly one day, or get someone else hurt, but the whole while he's making sure I'm alright, and he heals my leg, fixes when my trousers had been torn. At that moment, I could have cried, cuz that's what I felt my mum would have down had she been there. I really was a git to Potter. Looking back, I doubt his family was the one we imagined him to have. No 11 should be able to fix a broken leg, or transfigure toilet paper into a table, or levitate a person, unless they've had to do it for themselves. Wherever he is, I really hope he's happy, and that he gets a whole ton of little kids to mother, and that he's loved. " Draco finished, not noticing the looks his parents passed between each other.
"Longbottom extended his Grandmother's invitation to her monthly dinner party. Pensi è troppo tardi per me di scusarsi a lui per essere un coglione?" [a/n: Do you thinks it's too late for me to apologize to him for being such a jerk, Italian] Draco spoke softly, hating the achy filling in his heart whenever he did something mean to Longbottom.
"Non è mai troppo tardi, Drago. [a/n: It's never too late, Dragon, Italian]"
Time passes as time does when one goes back in time, and the sound of Christmas carols and the smell of holly, Christmas goodies, fur trees, and mistletoe seeped into the castles very soul.
Harry couldn't believe how ecstatic he was. Christmas, and this year he was spending it with his lovers. His family. His very bones vibrated with joy at the fact that this was really his first, true Christmas. No tense worry that everything was a joke, that the gifts given to him weren't his, no adrenaline pumping through his veins because he just knew somebody was going to say something to offend someone else, and he was going to be stuck in the middle, and Harry absolutly loathed fighting. No, this was going to be so very different than those stress-filled ones.
Because he had his lovers, his family, his very own guardian angels.
Harry saw Regulus Black and Timothy Prewit, Regulus' very pregnant fiancee walking around, admiring the Christmas trees. Harry's face morphed into one of a soft, longing smile. He placed a hand onto his flat stomach, imagining when the time would come when he too had a little life growing inside him.
He felt arms wrap around him from the back, causing him to tense slightly before, relaxing into the familiar hold of Luc.
Had anyone told Harry during his 6th year, what the present, or, well, past, had in store for them, he would have been placing them with Lockheart. But Harry wouldn't change a thing.
"Sev is going to be in the labs for the rest of the day, what do you say about you and I going down to Hogsmede to get our Christmas shopping done?" Luc whispered in Harry's ear, causing a tingle of pleasure to shoot down his spine.
Harry nodded, reaching up to place a quick kiss on Luc's lips.
"Did I tell, 'I love you' today?" Harry whispered. Luc gave a smug, yet loving smirk,
"Not since this morning, mio caro. [a/n: my darling, Italian]"
"Well, I love you. Mio angelo custode. [a/n" my guardian angel, Italian]" Luc's eyes widened.
"Mm-hmm, I'm learning Italian, because it's such a part of you and Sev. Miei amori [a/n: my loves, Italian]" Their lips met once more, proclaiming their innermost feeling's to one another. Feelings of love, security, desire, hope, the feeling of coming home. All that and more conveyed in a gentle press of their lips.
Today was a good day.
Luna smiled at the Halloween feast laid out upon the table, giggling softly at the magic the swirled around playfully in the Great Hall.
Luna heard the sound of Hogwarts trying to claim her attention.
"Hello, my lady."
Hello, he is happy right now. And very much in love.
Luna smiled. Yes, today was a good day.
Hermione quickly wrote down all that she knew of Harrison Evana Jamieson for the third time. She looked down at the list, knowing she was so close to connecting the dots.
So friggen close to solving the mystery.
She was just missing something and it was just so frustrating.
Bellatrix Black resisted the urge to puke at the nasty tasting potion.
Not that the bloody thing worked. Hell, it felt like it just made the voices worse.
Because Bellatrix Black, suffered from Schizophrenia, complicated by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Dissociative Disorder.
She dreaded going home for the holidays. She loved her family, she really did. In her mind, they could do no wrong. But when she went home, Harry wouldn't be there. And who else besides Harry could keep her grounded in reality?
Bella felt tears begin to blur her eyes. It was so unfair! Why did she have to be such a, such a freak. She found herself curled in on herself, crying in the corner, when she heard the sound of manly footsteps approaching.
"Bells?" The voice questioned. What was Siri doing here? Bella wondered. Ever since he met that dratted James Potter, Siri never wanted to hang out with her. She used to look up to him, he used to be her hero.
And then he met James Potter and became the villain.
"Oh man, Bells, come on, let's get you out of the corner. We don't want your pretty clothes getting messed up, do we?" The question didn't connect well in Bella's thoughts, but the strong hands that lifted her and carried her to a bed in the hospital wing, and tucked her in connected. Siri was being her hero again. He was going to fight all the monsters away.
Honestly, Siri could have never been anything but a Gryffindor, for he was very brave to fight the monsters and protect her.
"Hey, Bells, how about we stay here during Christmas? Just me and you, cuz Reg is going to spend Christmas with Timothy, and Cissy is going to spend it with Alice. How does that sound?"
Bella attempted to nod, not really knowing if she did or didn't. She didn't know if she smiled, or said thank-you, but she wanted to, she really wanted to when Siri, who was her hero again, pulled up a chair beside her bed.
Sirius Black looked down upon his semi-sleeping cousin. God, what the hell was he doing. Bells needed him, needed him to rely on, needed him to protect her from the monsters of the world, the Black house, and her very mind. But instead, he turned in to a fucking bastard who picked on people, who hurt feelings, who hurt Bells. Sweet little Bells who tried so hard to be normal, to impress him, sweet little Bells who held so tightly to the illusion of the perfect world where nothing could hurt her. Sweet little Bells who used to crawl into his closet with him and let him tell her all his fears, and then would hug him and tell him that he was the best brother-who was really a cousin- in the world, and her hero, and she loved him very much.
And he let her down time and time again.
He tried so hard to be accepted by James. He wanted so much to be liked by James. He would do anything to hear James tell him, "Good job, mate." James was his world.
But it was destroying sweet little Bells who was very much his world too. And it was slowly killing Siri. No longer could he know inside that he was better than them, he was exactly like them. And it was killing him.
Siri looked up at the sound of someone casting a diagnostic spell. Standing on the other side of the bed, was that Slytherin cross-dresser. Siri felt ashamed of all the shit he'd said and done to the guy.
"Your forgiven." Siri's eyes widened as the soft voice of the Slytherin. The boy looked, and suddenly found himself starring into brilliant green eyes that seemed to hold the world.
But more importantly, forgivness.
The boy smiled, seeming as if he knew the entire universe's secrets, and that maybe, one day, when you could bear the burden, he'd share them with you.
Another chapter! So close to the last ones! I feel amazing! I'm just giving a heads up, after New Year's you guys might not be getting as many updates, though, I plan to have the story all tied up by then.
