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Fall of the angel
Severus couldn't advert his eyes from the horrid scene.
He would later know Javier had been shot point blank. He didn't really understand muggle weapons then and wouldn't ever be an expert. He saw their effects though, and would not forget. This had been an execution.
Muggles could do that. They could blow a child's head off.
Severus was sure now. He hated muggles. He was trembling uncontrollably.
Jen's father tried to hold him and move him from the gruesome view, but he wouldn't move or turn his eyes.
"Pup, lets go." The man said. "We have to go to the police."
"He's dead." Severus said.
".Yes Pup, move."
"There's nothing we can do now." Severus maintained.
"I don't think you should be here." The man tried once more to make him move, but Severus wouldn't. He kept studying the way the body lay, trying to find something. He couldn't exactly point what.
There was blood on Javier's fingers and nails. Severus could see. The boy had tried to fight before falling.
Then he noticed. Under the body's left hand, a gold chain he had seen before. Severus bent and picked it of the garbage.
"Pup, don't touch."
Severus bared his teeth and viciously, pushed the hand the man was leaning on his shoulder.
"I hate muggles!" He screamed.
"Pup?"
"Murderers!"
The man was anxious but was still trying to keep some control of the situation. "Pup. Let me take you home. The police will take care of. Of Javier."
"Let me go!" Severus pushed the man again. "They'll pay for this!"
"Pup, come on. Let the adults."
"Oh, yes! Adults! You've done a great job so far!" He said, his viciousness growing. He wanted to hurt the man, just because he was there. He wanted to make the world feel the way he was feeling.
"Pup!"
"My name is NOT Pup! Stop calling me that! You're not allowed to call me that! Only my friends can!!!"
"I don't know your name."
Severus wasn't listening. With the gold chain clutched in his hand, he ran from Jen's father.
The man stayed behind, confused.
The sun was so hot and uncomfortable for a November day. People in the streets were walking, careless to Javier's death. They were moving on with their lives, the same way they had, when Severus had first arrived in London. To them everything was just the same. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Would they care if they knew about Javier? What did these muggles care about the whereabouts of a runaway street child?
In these last three months, no one had spared a second glance to the four young thieves. All over this time Javier had pursued his downfall, their lives had remain in the same cosy routines.
Severus hated them, he'd see them suffer, and he knew just with whom to begin.
Running as fast as he could, in spite of the heat, he got to that street not too far away from the river. He didn't look to the sides. He didn't stop to think. Just went to that particular building door.
"Alohomora!" He chanted without care of being heard. The lock opened and the door slammed against the wall with a loud sound.
"What the fuck is this?" A muggle in blue denim ran in front of Severus holding a gun.
"Petrificus totalis" With a cold smile playing in his lips, Severus pointed his wand so fast, the man had not a small chance to pull the trigger.
Two others ran out from the nearest room. Almost without effort, Severus pointed his vampire-cored wand at them and said;
"Araneorum telae!" The horrified drug dealers fell to the floor with the weight of an invisible net over them. They tried to free themselves but only got more wrapped in it, until they couldn't move any more. Moments later they were turning cyanotic, unable to breath.
"So. This is why, this is dark arts!" Severus told no one with a sardonic smile. Then he passed before them without a second glance.
He looked inside the room the two men had left and saw it empty, but for a couple of chairs and a plain table loaded with wads of money. Severus went to the door in front of him and opened it, loudly, with a repulsive spell.
Inside a fat man he had met before was closing a valise with such a scared face, his eyes were goggled and sweat was falling over his stuffed cheeks.
"You bastard." Severus muttered.
All over the room were small bags with white powder. Javier had been right.
Severus smirked. Javier had been right. Javier had been caught. This was Severus' turn to do something, and even if he found the same fate as the unfortunate boy, he'd take his revenge first.
"Pellere!"- He did the repulsive spell against the fat man. The drug dealer bumped against the wall with a crash and landed screaming in terror.
"You killed my friend." Said Severus conversationally.
"I. I don't know what are you talking about."
"Don't you? Pellere." The man crashed against the table sending little bags in every direction. "Do you wish to think again?" He took the gold chain out of his pocket and showed it.
"What are you?" The man could hardly talk.
"What does a pig like you need to know? Pellere!" The fat man crashed once again with the wall and started weeping.
Severus picked one of the bags from the floor and opened it.
"So. All this trouble for this stuff. Is it that good?"
The man kept crying without wavering his eyes from Severus.
"IS IT?" Severus demanded an answer with his foot over the man's belly.
"YES!"
Severus handed him the bag.
"Eat it."
"What?"
"Eat. It!"
"Please!"
"You said it was good!"
"It will kill me!"
"Oh, really? I thought you were supposed to get 'high'. I wanted to see that. Well. I suppose seeing a pig die can be entertaining too." Severus pressed further with his foot.
"Please."
Severus was watching the drug dealer's eyes. He wanted to savour the fear there. He wanted to make the man feel the way Javier must have felt before dying. The man's eyes betrayed him. As he was pleading with his mouth, his eyes told another story. Like a cornered animal, the man decided to fight his way out. 'Do pigs fight for their lives?' Severus thought briefly as a gun appeared at the man's hand, as quick as magic.
"Expeliarmus!"
Severus was fast at duelling. His uncle Belchior had spent some time training him. The man was pulling the trigger though and Severus knowledge of muggle weapons was close to none. The spell pushed the gun but didn't stop the bullet. With thunderous noise, the gun was shot and the bullet left in the opposite direction to Severus at a gas bottle.
The boy wizard acted on instinct to the gun's noise. He pulled a magic shield around him. Another spell none of his colleagues from school could perform, but he had mastered it before first setting foot there.
Then, the world collapsed around him in fire and rubbish.
Everything hurt.
Severus opened up his eyes.
He had shut them to the brilliant light of the explosion and kept them closed as he felt everything crash against the magic shield.
Amazingly, he wasn't in the building anymore, but in the street in front of it. He was not too far away from the rubbish bins he had hid some days before.
The bins were turned in the floor, due to the shock impact. Their contents were spread through the street.
The building was on fire and people were starting to approach the spot with shouts of surprise and consternation.
Severus dragged himself behind one of the fallen bins and watched the street.
He saw two men apparating in the street, incredibly unnoticed by the muggles. One was around his forties and was fearsome to watch. His hair was greying, his face had scratches and scars all over and he held himself in a proud stance. The other had long red hair and was younger.
"You see." The older man was asking in a deep voice. "I'm telling you. This is death eater's work."
"Are you sure?" The younger man looked sceptic. "Alastor, there's no green skull in the air."
"There are four dead muggles after a huge display of magic. What do you think this was Arthur? Don't tell me you think your school boy did this." The man 'Alastor' smirked.
"I guess not." Admitted Arthur. "Two of them were already dead. They were tortured with a silver net."
"Dark magic." The older man confirmed. "You can do the maths."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm telling you. Always be prepared. These bastards are here to stay."
"We'll take care of this."
"Did you catch any of them?"
"No."
"Do you know why?"
"No."
"They are everywhere."
"I don't understand."
"The ministry."
"What do you mean?"
"They are at the ministry, at the muggle café next door, at your best friend's house... At the ministry."
"I can't believe that." Said a disgusted Arthur.
"You can be sure. Be prepared, I warn you."
"We'll catch them." Promised the younger wizard.
"We will. We'll catch these bastards. The sick maniacs who torture and kill innocent muggles. They'll rot in Azkaban for this."
Severus could hardly breath in terror. Azkaban? He'd be sent to Azkaban!! The explosion hadn't been his doing but the net had been. Severus had not felt the least bit of guilt then. He had been madly furious. Had felt righteous. Now he was imagining Azkaban. He was feeling doomed.
Severus had heard father and uncle Belchior talking freely about the wizard's prison in front of him.
He had thought then, with some sort of fascination, it would be so cool to see a dementor and even feel it's effects.
He wasn't that interested now.
They would investigate and he'd be found guilty. Those two could only be aurors. Mum had said once the aurors always catch their criminals.
Arthur performed some spells Severus didn't recognise.
"Can't find anything."
"I don't think they're still around." Said Alastor. "The fuckers. Probably disaparated without time to project their dark mark."
"Creepy people... I don't think we can do anything here now."
"Muggle authority will investigate."
"We'll have to do something..."
"Do what? They'll just reach the conclusion it was a gas explosion." Said the older man.
"That's possible."
Without another word, the two wizards disaparated.
The muggles in the street were as unaware of the wizards' departure as of their arrival. They were muttering words of consternation.
Severus was hearing at some distance the sound of the alarm of the fire engine. Slowly, painfully he rose from behind the fallen bins and moved away.
His muscles were sore and he was limping but he choose to ignore the pain. All his thoughts were focused in Azkaban.
Where could he go? The aurors would catch him. He was a criminal. He had killed those muggles. Maybe he deserved Azkaban. Maybe...
On the other hand, maybe those muggles had deserved what they got. They had cut Javier's future short.
Severus would go to Azkaban but would NOT repent. Javier had his revenge. Severus had avenged Javier AND Javier's parents. He felt righteous!!!
He felt lousy.
"Damn. I'm a murderer."
"That's it! They'll catch me and they'll throw me to prison."
"It can't be!" Jen told him, paler than ever. "You'll have to run!"
"They're aurors! They can catch everybody! That red haired bloke you met is an auror!"
"He didn't catch you yet."
"Yet."
"Well he didn't. But..."
"But? No. No, don't tell me."
"What?"
"I'm scared of your ideas."
"I would be offended, but I'm too worried about you. If you had heard me the first time, you would be safe at home now."
"But Javier."
"Shut up! I'm not ready to speak about Javier!" She screeched with her hands over her hears.
"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in a peace gesture.
"Do something! Catch that 'Knight Bus'. Call that auror and get your arse home!"
"If I call that auror."
"Act the innocent child."
"Jen."
"You're a good actor. I've seen you in action! Act cute!"
"That will never work! I'll be thrown to Azkaban for the rest of my life."
"They'd have to connect you to this mess."
"They've been looking for me."
"Because you ran from home! Not for murder!" She pointed.
Merlin, that hurt. Severus couldn't even dispute it. He was a murderer.
"I'm so scared." He confessed.
Jen took hold of his hand and squeezed a bit.
"It will work out." She urged him.
"Jen."
"Yes?" She heard the pleading in his voice.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry?"
"For messing things up. Everything I touch breaks. My mother loathes me."
"I don't."
Insecure, Severus looked at the blond girl.
"Don't be afraid." Jen squeezed his hand again. "I like you Puppy. I'll keep liking you."
"Tell Beef and Johnny I'm so sorry. I wish they hadn't seen me that way."
"Pup, they like you too! I'm sure they do! Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be alright."
Severus understood then, he was looking for those words. Jen, in her most good will, had provided them but Severus had grown so much in the last hours he couldn't really take them at face value.
"I don't know that."
"Trust me."
"I do." And he did. But matters were not in Jen's hands, even if he wished they were.
"Go home Pup."
"My name is Severus." He touched her nose.
Jen smiled softly.
"With a name like that, you should stick with Pup."
"Go inside. I don't want the auror to know that you know me. He'd change you memory and I don't want you to forget me."
"You'll call him then?"
"I will."
"I'll miss you." She hugged him quickly before closing her bedroom window.
Severus climbed the water pipe down in to the street. He waited some minutes then, sighing in resignation, he did a warming spell. Since he was doomed, he might as well be warm. Damn cold place.. He wondered if Azkaban was this cold.
The red haired man aparated in front of him.
"Don't you know, you're not allowed to do magic outside your school, boy?
Severus glared at him.
Arthur observed the strange Slytherin boy. All dressed in dirty, muggle clothes. He wanted to ask him how had he fared among the muggles. How had the boy adapted and his impressions, but the boy's stance stopped him. 'As unapproachable as any Slytherin.' Arthur, like all his family and ancestors had been a Gryffindor and couldn't really understand their rival house. He liked children though and would try to help the boy in front of him.
As for Severus, he couldn't think of a day he'd been more terrified.
"I'm not going." He said looking at the sides trying to find a way out.
"Calm down! Why don't you want to come?" Arthur blocked his way. Severus almost laughed in hysterics. Why? Azkaban was not supposed to be a playground. He caught himself in time and remained in silence.
"Look boy. Severus. Your parents are worried with you."
"Right."
"They are! They want you back. Your mother is worried sick!" Arthur assured.
"Right." His speaking skills seemed to be regressing.
"Look. You're missing school. You know we're at the end of November. You don't want to get behind your classmates, do you?"
School! If he could get inside of Hogwarts, no one would touch him. He'd be safe there. Maybe.
"I'll only go with you, if you take me to Hogwarts." He declared.
"Don't you want to see your parents first?"
"NO!"
Arthur was appalled.
"Okay." He said. "To Hogwarts then. I think your parents will be hurt though."
Severus didn't answer.
"Are you sure?" Arthur pressed.
"I am."
At her bedroom window, with all lights off, Jennifer saw her best friend disappear with the red haired man.
This is it. Please review so I'll know what you thought of my story. Until next time, love you all Aliera
Thank you to all of you who read this story. Thank you so much for the lovely reviews and support. It meant so much to me.
This is "Runaway" last chapter. I will write a sequel. Hope you are still willing to read it. :P
Fall of the angel
Severus couldn't advert his eyes from the horrid scene.
He would later know Javier had been shot point blank. He didn't really understand muggle weapons then and wouldn't ever be an expert. He saw their effects though, and would not forget. This had been an execution.
Muggles could do that. They could blow a child's head off.
Severus was sure now. He hated muggles. He was trembling uncontrollably.
Jen's father tried to hold him and move him from the gruesome view, but he wouldn't move or turn his eyes.
"Pup, lets go." The man said. "We have to go to the police."
"He's dead." Severus said.
".Yes Pup, move."
"There's nothing we can do now." Severus maintained.
"I don't think you should be here." The man tried once more to make him move, but Severus wouldn't. He kept studying the way the body lay, trying to find something. He couldn't exactly point what.
There was blood on Javier's fingers and nails. Severus could see. The boy had tried to fight before falling.
Then he noticed. Under the body's left hand, a gold chain he had seen before. Severus bent and picked it of the garbage.
"Pup, don't touch."
Severus bared his teeth and viciously, pushed the hand the man was leaning on his shoulder.
"I hate muggles!" He screamed.
"Pup?"
"Murderers!"
The man was anxious but was still trying to keep some control of the situation. "Pup. Let me take you home. The police will take care of. Of Javier."
"Let me go!" Severus pushed the man again. "They'll pay for this!"
"Pup, come on. Let the adults."
"Oh, yes! Adults! You've done a great job so far!" He said, his viciousness growing. He wanted to hurt the man, just because he was there. He wanted to make the world feel the way he was feeling.
"Pup!"
"My name is NOT Pup! Stop calling me that! You're not allowed to call me that! Only my friends can!!!"
"I don't know your name."
Severus wasn't listening. With the gold chain clutched in his hand, he ran from Jen's father.
The man stayed behind, confused.
The sun was so hot and uncomfortable for a November day. People in the streets were walking, careless to Javier's death. They were moving on with their lives, the same way they had, when Severus had first arrived in London. To them everything was just the same. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Would they care if they knew about Javier? What did these muggles care about the whereabouts of a runaway street child?
In these last three months, no one had spared a second glance to the four young thieves. All over this time Javier had pursued his downfall, their lives had remain in the same cosy routines.
Severus hated them, he'd see them suffer, and he knew just with whom to begin.
Running as fast as he could, in spite of the heat, he got to that street not too far away from the river. He didn't look to the sides. He didn't stop to think. Just went to that particular building door.
"Alohomora!" He chanted without care of being heard. The lock opened and the door slammed against the wall with a loud sound.
"What the fuck is this?" A muggle in blue denim ran in front of Severus holding a gun.
"Petrificus totalis" With a cold smile playing in his lips, Severus pointed his wand so fast, the man had not a small chance to pull the trigger.
Two others ran out from the nearest room. Almost without effort, Severus pointed his vampire-cored wand at them and said;
"Araneorum telae!" The horrified drug dealers fell to the floor with the weight of an invisible net over them. They tried to free themselves but only got more wrapped in it, until they couldn't move any more. Moments later they were turning cyanotic, unable to breath.
"So. This is why, this is dark arts!" Severus told no one with a sardonic smile. Then he passed before them without a second glance.
He looked inside the room the two men had left and saw it empty, but for a couple of chairs and a plain table loaded with wads of money. Severus went to the door in front of him and opened it, loudly, with a repulsive spell.
Inside a fat man he had met before was closing a valise with such a scared face, his eyes were goggled and sweat was falling over his stuffed cheeks.
"You bastard." Severus muttered.
All over the room were small bags with white powder. Javier had been right.
Severus smirked. Javier had been right. Javier had been caught. This was Severus' turn to do something, and even if he found the same fate as the unfortunate boy, he'd take his revenge first.
"Pellere!"- He did the repulsive spell against the fat man. The drug dealer bumped against the wall with a crash and landed screaming in terror.
"You killed my friend." Said Severus conversationally.
"I. I don't know what are you talking about."
"Don't you? Pellere." The man crashed against the table sending little bags in every direction. "Do you wish to think again?" He took the gold chain out of his pocket and showed it.
"What are you?" The man could hardly talk.
"What does a pig like you need to know? Pellere!" The fat man crashed once again with the wall and started weeping.
Severus picked one of the bags from the floor and opened it.
"So. All this trouble for this stuff. Is it that good?"
The man kept crying without wavering his eyes from Severus.
"IS IT?" Severus demanded an answer with his foot over the man's belly.
"YES!"
Severus handed him the bag.
"Eat it."
"What?"
"Eat. It!"
"Please!"
"You said it was good!"
"It will kill me!"
"Oh, really? I thought you were supposed to get 'high'. I wanted to see that. Well. I suppose seeing a pig die can be entertaining too." Severus pressed further with his foot.
"Please."
Severus was watching the drug dealer's eyes. He wanted to savour the fear there. He wanted to make the man feel the way Javier must have felt before dying. The man's eyes betrayed him. As he was pleading with his mouth, his eyes told another story. Like a cornered animal, the man decided to fight his way out. 'Do pigs fight for their lives?' Severus thought briefly as a gun appeared at the man's hand, as quick as magic.
"Expeliarmus!"
Severus was fast at duelling. His uncle Belchior had spent some time training him. The man was pulling the trigger though and Severus knowledge of muggle weapons was close to none. The spell pushed the gun but didn't stop the bullet. With thunderous noise, the gun was shot and the bullet left in the opposite direction to Severus at a gas bottle.
The boy wizard acted on instinct to the gun's noise. He pulled a magic shield around him. Another spell none of his colleagues from school could perform, but he had mastered it before first setting foot there.
Then, the world collapsed around him in fire and rubbish.
Everything hurt.
Severus opened up his eyes.
He had shut them to the brilliant light of the explosion and kept them closed as he felt everything crash against the magic shield.
Amazingly, he wasn't in the building anymore, but in the street in front of it. He was not too far away from the rubbish bins he had hid some days before.
The bins were turned in the floor, due to the shock impact. Their contents were spread through the street.
The building was on fire and people were starting to approach the spot with shouts of surprise and consternation.
Severus dragged himself behind one of the fallen bins and watched the street.
He saw two men apparating in the street, incredibly unnoticed by the muggles. One was around his forties and was fearsome to watch. His hair was greying, his face had scratches and scars all over and he held himself in a proud stance. The other had long red hair and was younger.
"You see." The older man was asking in a deep voice. "I'm telling you. This is death eater's work."
"Are you sure?" The younger man looked sceptic. "Alastor, there's no green skull in the air."
"There are four dead muggles after a huge display of magic. What do you think this was Arthur? Don't tell me you think your school boy did this." The man 'Alastor' smirked.
"I guess not." Admitted Arthur. "Two of them were already dead. They were tortured with a silver net."
"Dark magic." The older man confirmed. "You can do the maths."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm telling you. Always be prepared. These bastards are here to stay."
"We'll take care of this."
"Did you catch any of them?"
"No."
"Do you know why?"
"No."
"They are everywhere."
"I don't understand."
"The ministry."
"What do you mean?"
"They are at the ministry, at the muggle café next door, at your best friend's house... At the ministry."
"I can't believe that." Said a disgusted Arthur.
"You can be sure. Be prepared, I warn you."
"We'll catch them." Promised the younger wizard.
"We will. We'll catch these bastards. The sick maniacs who torture and kill innocent muggles. They'll rot in Azkaban for this."
Severus could hardly breath in terror. Azkaban? He'd be sent to Azkaban!! The explosion hadn't been his doing but the net had been. Severus had not felt the least bit of guilt then. He had been madly furious. Had felt righteous. Now he was imagining Azkaban. He was feeling doomed.
Severus had heard father and uncle Belchior talking freely about the wizard's prison in front of him.
He had thought then, with some sort of fascination, it would be so cool to see a dementor and even feel it's effects.
He wasn't that interested now.
They would investigate and he'd be found guilty. Those two could only be aurors. Mum had said once the aurors always catch their criminals.
Arthur performed some spells Severus didn't recognise.
"Can't find anything."
"I don't think they're still around." Said Alastor. "The fuckers. Probably disaparated without time to project their dark mark."
"Creepy people... I don't think we can do anything here now."
"Muggle authority will investigate."
"We'll have to do something..."
"Do what? They'll just reach the conclusion it was a gas explosion." Said the older man.
"That's possible."
Without another word, the two wizards disaparated.
The muggles in the street were as unaware of the wizards' departure as of their arrival. They were muttering words of consternation.
Severus was hearing at some distance the sound of the alarm of the fire engine. Slowly, painfully he rose from behind the fallen bins and moved away.
His muscles were sore and he was limping but he choose to ignore the pain. All his thoughts were focused in Azkaban.
Where could he go? The aurors would catch him. He was a criminal. He had killed those muggles. Maybe he deserved Azkaban. Maybe...
On the other hand, maybe those muggles had deserved what they got. They had cut Javier's future short.
Severus would go to Azkaban but would NOT repent. Javier had his revenge. Severus had avenged Javier AND Javier's parents. He felt righteous!!!
He felt lousy.
"Damn. I'm a murderer."
"That's it! They'll catch me and they'll throw me to prison."
"It can't be!" Jen told him, paler than ever. "You'll have to run!"
"They're aurors! They can catch everybody! That red haired bloke you met is an auror!"
"He didn't catch you yet."
"Yet."
"Well he didn't. But..."
"But? No. No, don't tell me."
"What?"
"I'm scared of your ideas."
"I would be offended, but I'm too worried about you. If you had heard me the first time, you would be safe at home now."
"But Javier."
"Shut up! I'm not ready to speak about Javier!" She screeched with her hands over her hears.
"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in a peace gesture.
"Do something! Catch that 'Knight Bus'. Call that auror and get your arse home!"
"If I call that auror."
"Act the innocent child."
"Jen."
"You're a good actor. I've seen you in action! Act cute!"
"That will never work! I'll be thrown to Azkaban for the rest of my life."
"They'd have to connect you to this mess."
"They've been looking for me."
"Because you ran from home! Not for murder!" She pointed.
Merlin, that hurt. Severus couldn't even dispute it. He was a murderer.
"I'm so scared." He confessed.
Jen took hold of his hand and squeezed a bit.
"It will work out." She urged him.
"Jen."
"Yes?" She heard the pleading in his voice.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry?"
"For messing things up. Everything I touch breaks. My mother loathes me."
"I don't."
Insecure, Severus looked at the blond girl.
"Don't be afraid." Jen squeezed his hand again. "I like you Puppy. I'll keep liking you."
"Tell Beef and Johnny I'm so sorry. I wish they hadn't seen me that way."
"Pup, they like you too! I'm sure they do! Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be alright."
Severus understood then, he was looking for those words. Jen, in her most good will, had provided them but Severus had grown so much in the last hours he couldn't really take them at face value.
"I don't know that."
"Trust me."
"I do." And he did. But matters were not in Jen's hands, even if he wished they were.
"Go home Pup."
"My name is Severus." He touched her nose.
Jen smiled softly.
"With a name like that, you should stick with Pup."
"Go inside. I don't want the auror to know that you know me. He'd change you memory and I don't want you to forget me."
"You'll call him then?"
"I will."
"I'll miss you." She hugged him quickly before closing her bedroom window.
Severus climbed the water pipe down in to the street. He waited some minutes then, sighing in resignation, he did a warming spell. Since he was doomed, he might as well be warm. Damn cold place.. He wondered if Azkaban was this cold.
The red haired man aparated in front of him.
"Don't you know, you're not allowed to do magic outside your school, boy?
Severus glared at him.
Arthur observed the strange Slytherin boy. All dressed in dirty, muggle clothes. He wanted to ask him how had he fared among the muggles. How had the boy adapted and his impressions, but the boy's stance stopped him. 'As unapproachable as any Slytherin.' Arthur, like all his family and ancestors had been a Gryffindor and couldn't really understand their rival house. He liked children though and would try to help the boy in front of him.
As for Severus, he couldn't think of a day he'd been more terrified.
"I'm not going." He said looking at the sides trying to find a way out.
"Calm down! Why don't you want to come?" Arthur blocked his way. Severus almost laughed in hysterics. Why? Azkaban was not supposed to be a playground. He caught himself in time and remained in silence.
"Look boy. Severus. Your parents are worried with you."
"Right."
"They are! They want you back. Your mother is worried sick!" Arthur assured.
"Right." His speaking skills seemed to be regressing.
"Look. You're missing school. You know we're at the end of November. You don't want to get behind your classmates, do you?"
School! If he could get inside of Hogwarts, no one would touch him. He'd be safe there. Maybe.
"I'll only go with you, if you take me to Hogwarts." He declared.
"Don't you want to see your parents first?"
"NO!"
Arthur was appalled.
"Okay." He said. "To Hogwarts then. I think your parents will be hurt though."
Severus didn't answer.
"Are you sure?" Arthur pressed.
"I am."
At her bedroom window, with all lights off, Jennifer saw her best friend disappear with the red haired man.
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