Harry Potter and the Mirrored Veil

By: D.A Cirle

Disclaimer/Etc: See chapter one.

Super crush of the day: Sawyer, Sayid, and Jack from LOST. Guh. Xx

Book I'm reading at the moment: To Light a Candle, book 2 of the Obsidian Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory.

Fic/Fics I'm reading at the moment: Another Surprise by elise509 (livejournal), many Jack/Sawyer's by elise509, some Jack/Sawyer/Kate and Jack/Sawyer/Sayid by elise509 also, and some Jack/Sawyer and Jack/Sawyer/Kate, Jack/Sawyer/Sayid by other people.

Fanfic of the day: Another Surprise by elise509 (at least for now)

Fanfic Author of the Day: elise509 for her awesome LOST ficcies, and the great Wincest fic she did also.

Author of the Day: Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory, for their Obsidian Trilogy. I am very picky about what I read, but this series is one that anyone would love, even for those who don't read a lot of fantasy.

A/N: Something came to me last minute, but I like the idea. You'll see. Hmm… I wonder how people are taking the Draven stuff. I swear that when I first started this that it wasn't like this (not that I had a lot of it planned; other than the idea of a post-DH fic that included SS, some Snarry, and such). But I personally like what I am doing, I don't know if others will—but I feel that it is the right thing to take it in this direction; because on the whole I have realized that it is about more than two people; it is about so many others.

Others whom I did not realize I would add to this story, but I absolutely love where this is going, and I hope that you all will love it too. Don't fear that there will not be anymore Snarry, because I assure you there will, as well as other pairings, pairings (once I knew what I was going to do with the resurrection, who all I would be resurrecting--) that also are exciting as well for me.

Oh, and to the little bit before the chapter? Well, maybe it's something to come in the fic…or is just a flashback…after all…nothing is as it seems; not really.

CHAPTER ELEVEN-

Heading towards an important destiny, one you didn't even realize that you were apart of

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Well, he reckoned, it could have gone a lot worse. It could have gone a lot better, but it could have gotten worse. His parents… (His parents!) had taken it pretty well surprisingly.

His mother had a small smile on her face, and said that she was happy for both of them, that she had wanted nothing more than to see her best friend happy; and for her son to find someone for his own someday.

His father was a little quiet at first, even after Sirius' outburst, but seems to think of something in his mind, and eventually smiles at them, both of them. And he said; 'I couldn't stop you two from being together if I tried; when someone gets Bonded, it's for life.'

Sirius had been the one who was the most shocked; the unhappy; the angriest. He roared something about Snivellus Snape not being good enough for his godson, how could he possibly think that he could do something like this? And Harry, (Harry wasn't exempt from his rant) how could Harry possibly Bond himself to a slimy grease ball like Severus Snape?

Severus had kept his tongue surprisingly well; it was Harry who had yelled at his godfather.

'Sirius, listen to me, and listen well!' he had said. 'It is way past time for you to get over your grudge, both of you," he adds, looking at his silent Bond-mate. "You can't change the past, but you can at least do something about the future. Not just because of me, or of this," raising his joined hand that was intertwined with one of Severus'. "But because it's the right thing to do, and you all need to be on the same page when it comes to what's ahead of us all; Draven told us about these Soul Stalkers, and who knows what else is out there. We all need to stand united."

His parents, as well as Severus, looked proud of him. Sirius looked like he wanted to make a retort, but holds it in; letting in and taking out a few deep breaths for a moment, before turning his dark gaze upon the man holding onto his godson's hand so tightly.

"I swear to Merlin and back, Snape…Severus," he says forcefully. "I'll be civil with you as long as you're civil to me, for Harry's sake more than anything else; I love that boy as if he was my very own,"

Harry blinks in surprise, looking pleased and not sure what to make of it, being so used at a young age to not having very much. "But if you hurt one hair on that untidy head of his, I'll make you wish that Voldemort was back, because I'll do more than he ever did, got it?"

Severus nods, head resting elegantly against the armchair, the fireplace near them burning down; the Potter's silent as they listened to the exchange.

"Yes. Yes, I got it…Sirius," it sounded more unsure than unhappy to say it. Unsure of things to come. "And believe me when I say that I would happily kill my own self before hurting any part of Harry."

Something in Severus' gaze must have actually shown through to him, because he looks him directly in the eyes, and nods.

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Harry opens the door, and looks around; the hallway was empty, and eerily silent. He leaves the door ajar, as the others start to follow him out the door. He wondered where everyone had gotten to.

He wanders off ahead of the others, half of him wanting to stay almost pasted to his family's side; the other half needed some air because of the complete disbelief of the first half.

He sends a silent message to Severus to make everyone (including him) give him some space. He feels a just as silent answer in return, and hears Severus talking quietly to his family behind him; Sirius makes a small exclamation but seems to settle down as he keeps walking on.

He walks down the hallway, politely ignoring the stares of the armor and portraits around him, and starts to turn around a corner; and nearly runs into someone. He stumbles back a couple of steps, and grabs onto part of the flailing person's robes and pulls them forward.

He gives out a little gasp as the person hits him a little hard, knocking the breath out of him for a moment. He looks up and sees Draven staring at him, staring at him. He could feel a blush work itself way up and he tries to tamp it down. Draven quickly takes a step back.

"Thanks," Draven said. His eyes had portrayed something just a moment ago, but now they were cold, expressionless; as if it had been Severus Snape looking at him, not Draven Cirle.

Severus Snape he at least knew had the experience; he wasn't sure about Draven Cirle.

"I'm glad I ran into you—though maybe not so glad it was a literal experience—I need to talk to you, anyways. Where are Severus and the others at?"

Harry turns his head briefly to glance around the corner, and then turns back to Draven. "I told them I needed some space, some air…as if the better part of last week hadn't done enough by itself!" Draven laughs softly. "And then you…you…"

He looks at the man in front of him and bites his lower lip slightly; unaware that he was doing so. "How could I possibly repay something like that? All the money in Gringotts wouldn't even cover a half of a half of a half of a half of what you've done."

Draven's face flickers for a moment, and Harry sees something within those dark depths, but in the next instance it's gone. "I don't want your money. I have some of my own. That was never apart of any of this. I did it because…because it was the right thing to do, it was something that had to be done. For many people's sakes, including yours." He said.

"I will admit that I also did it for selfish reasons; I need their help as much as I need yours, yours and Severus', later on…" He falls silent and Harry waits for him to elaborate on that subject, but he remains silent. He glances at Harry. "But, the thing right now is, I need you, Severus, and the others to come with me. Then I'll talk to you all afterwards."

Harry felt confused, and supposed it showed on his face because Draven elaborates;

"The Great Hall. Everyone needs to know that their all alive."

Harry looks shocked for a moment, then nods. "…I suppose so, but…what about after? After they all get reintroduced into the masses?"

Draven stares into his eyes for a moment, his eyes quite as penetrating as Severus' own, then a smile/smirk starts to appear on his face.

"After? Why after, we're going to go and see some friends." Draven says. "And hope that they'll agree…"

Harry thought that he also heard the words; "If we can see them." Said softly by Draven, but he didn't think that Draven actually said those things. He must have been hearing things. With the events of the past week and more, it wasn't unlikely.

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The sounds from the Great Hall could be heard as they walked towards it; Harry, Severus, and Draven all in the lead; Harry talking to Draven while Severus was thinking whatever he was thinking. The man seemed to be thinking about something deeply; and he kept sneaking glances at Draven, as if trying to figure something out about him.

Draven suddenly stops as they come to stand before the door, he moves out of the way as the door seems to open on its own. He smiles.

"You all go ahead," he says. "This is, after all, your moment."

With a glance that everyone seemed to give him, they all start to walk inside, a couple of them lingering a moment or two more before walking inside. As soon as they all get inside, (followed by an extremely loud exclamation), the door closes, and he lets out a pent-up breath that seemed to be held in for almost the whole way there.

He smiles bitterly at nothing in particular, nothing that people would be able to notice, at least.

"My moment, it seems, has come and gone." He says sardonically. "It'll be a surprise if I can actually get it right and not bollocks everything up."

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The uproar continues as the group walks to a stunned Staff table; Hagrid was sobbing, and Professor McGonagall looked like she had been hit with multiple Stunning spells. Dumbledore takes his seat amidst a half noisy, half stunned crowd. He takes his (former?) usual place and stands, hands seemingly embracing the room.

"Ah! Before the food begins—and I know that you would rather have your food than to hear an old—or maybe not so old—man's ramblings…I wanted to explain what you are seeing—"

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He waits outside, mostly patient, of the Great Hall. He leans against the wall next to the doors and closes his eyes, arms crossed. He had to wait. There was nothing he could do until he got who he needed to see, who needed to come with him.

There were still places in the world that even the most wise and powerful witches and wizards did not know about. Of the world. There was a difference after all, one which he was well aware of.

His teacher, one of his loves, had taught him quite well. He just hoped that he could even get where they needed to; things were a lot different now, after all. Here in his thought at least he could be less of the harder persona that he was now portraying, and he could feel worry and hope that he was doing the right thing.

He sincerely hoped that the alliance that he, and others, had made with certain peoples had stayed true, but he had his doubts; with everything changing in such way, it made things harder to figure out in the long term; could the same people still be trusted?

Then there was the smallest thought that he tried to keep at bay but never completely succeeded; could he ever get his life, and his lovers, back to the way that it had been? As if he had never had to come here, resurrect Severus, resurrect everyone else, keep on battling a force which never wanted to stay down for very long.

He just wanted his old life back, the times he had, the love that he had shared…

He shakes himself from his enveloping thoughts and opens his eyes, turning his head as he hears the doors creak open. A murmur was still going in the crowd of people inside, but it was not the fever pitch that it had been only moments ago.

He puts the mask back on his face and waits to greet whoever was coming out. He didn't think that all of them would come out; surely Albus would stay and try to restore some order back into the school, and into Hogsmeade. The whole of the Wizarding World and Beyond would take a little longer.

He turns and waits.

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The group turned out to be a few people; Harry, Severus, James and Lily. He does a quick scan and realizes why Sirius, Remus and Tonks were staying. (Though he would keep those reasons to himself.) And he also realized that Fred was currently talking to George, and he seemed to be trying to talk (his stunned and happy) brother/lover into coming with, and Albus was trying to restore some order.

He sees Severus glance at the Potter's, apparently making sure of something.

"I suppose this is everyone then," putting a tone of indifference into his tone.

"Yes," said Severus, almost, but not quite, glaring at him. Draven elegantly shrugs his shoulders and says nothing for a moment, two moments.

"What--?" started James.

Draven shakes his head, tilting it slightly for a moment, face contorted in concentration. After a small moment he starts to walk.

"It's time I led you to some more allies, isn't it?" he says to no one in particular.

That moment the doors open wide again and a pattering of footsteps could be heard as they turn towards the noise. A shock of red hair and freckles told them that he, they, were looking at the Weasley twins.

Apparently Fred had gotten to George. Well. That made things a little more interesting at least. He looks at the twins with a slightly warmer reception than he had given to the others, seeing Harry's bewildered face when he treated him with indifference and smiles minutely.

"I suppose you two thought you'd tag along then?" He said, allowing more of his usual tone to come into play, a touch warmer than it had been mere moments before.

He, after all, knew what it was like to love what was forbidden. He forces his thoughts away from the forbidden ones and waits for their reactions.

"The more the merrier, it's said, and so why not?" asked George, clearly looking a thousand times better than he did before, having his twin lover back seemed to be the ultimate cure-all.

"…I suppose it would be alright," He said, sounding a little reluctant. He knew from experience how much to say and how little to say. It had helped on more than one occasion. "But, if you really want to, then I cannot stop you—you have your freedom after all. This is a free time, at least at the moment, with no megalomaniac's or deranged and evil people in sight. You'll go where you're meant to go."

He needed to speak differently, oh if only his friends Elsewhere could seem him now! It was not like it was in the middle of a war or anything, to be speaking so openly and boldly—he had learned many things from them, just as his teacher and the protégé did. It was an experience that he would never forget, even if all the people in and of the world did, which was a silly thought…but he would never forget.

He couldn't forget anything that had transpired…no matter how much he wished for it sometimes.

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Harry wondered just how much further they were going to go, they were already past the Apparition wards, so where were they going if they weren't going to Apparate? If they kept walking forward they'd be going directly into the Forbidden Forest—he had enough experiences in there to last him two lifetimes.

Everyone knew that the place was nothing but bad business—acromantulas, centaurs who didn't want to speak in anything resembling the English language (unless you said and talked about Mars a lot), dark things. Yeah, there were supposed to be Unicorns and such, but Harry had never seen one in the Forest—other than the one that had been killed (which still made his stomach turn; that was no way to see such a beautiful creature.)

Harry's mum was standing pretty close to his dad; his dad's arm around her shoulders. Fred and George were also standing close, it was hard to tell but…were they holding hands? He didn't know what to make of that. He glances at his Bond-mate.

Severus had been rather quiet considering all that had happened, but he seemed to be fine. Harry could feel calm emanate from the man and that made him feel calm in return. It was a little strange at first; being able to feel the emotions from the other, to talk to each other mentally in a way that no Legilimens/Occulumens could do, to catch glimpses of memories from the other's life.

He had at first been a little hesitant about Severus being able to see his childhood—he had felt ashamed and he didn't want his Bond-Mate to see him like that. But, he felt the reassurance from the older man and knew that everything was fine.

He felt a little nervous going into the pretty much unknown with Draven. He did trust Draven; in fact he was surprised about how easy it was and how much he trusted him, in such a short time. But he wondered just where they were going to, where they could go that would help against these Soul Stalkers (apparently worse than the Death Eaters) and keep Voldemort from being resurrected.

Draven had said something as they walked—about having more allies than you realized. That was how he said it; "There are more allies than you realize. Although we are in the world, there are still things of the world that have meaning—things that have not been seen by very many people."

He was a mysterious person. At first when Harry had met him, he had been an open, cheerful person, but as Harry got closer to him, he seemed to drift farther and farther away, almost like a self-defense mechanism or something. He didn't think he did anything to warrant the colder attitude.

Not to say that Draven was being cold, per se, but there was a definable difference, to Harry at least. Why were they all being led into something which they did not know about? And so trustingly…this wasn't a trap was it, a plot of the Soul Stalkers to lure Harry and them all into a trap.

No.

He felt that with certainty. That was not it. He felt that it wasn't, knew that it wasn't. Draven was leading them into something that was for sure, but it wasn't something bad. He was trying to help them. No, the question really was…

What on Earth could possibly help them in the Forbidden Forest?

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A/N: Ah! Finally to what I've been wanting to get to! (Or at least since not that long ago when the idea came to me.) I figured out what I'm going to do with the story. I suppose there hasn't been a lot of Snarry-ness since 6 and 7, I guess, but I assure you there will be more smexy-ness in the future and not just from Snarry either!

I started this story as a need that I had to fix, the moment after I read DH I had to write something, there was no way I could not. I started out, once I finished the first chapter and then knew what I was going to do with the story—mostly, anyway, with the idea that Severus would be revived. It was only as I wrote (and keep writing) the story that I knew how he would be brought back, etc. Most of my ideas came off-hand. They still do; I find I write well that way. I have a few ideas for the story, what's going to come up ahead and such, but a lot of it was written just by…writing it, if that makes sense.

Draven manifested as an actual person for the story a little before I wrote Harry's introduction—through Vision—to him. The name I hadn't really decided on, as I was unsure of what route I would take Draven. There were other routes I could have taken—and I am now glad that I did not, for it would not have turned out the same.

And as to the resurrections, I had planned on a few people, besides Severus, to be resurrected. The James and Lily was a surprise to me, but once I started writing it, it felt right. I hadn't originally planned on anyone other than Severus, possibly Albus, and maybe Sirius, but no others. But once I sat down and thought about some of the stuff I was going to do for the story, I knew that I was going to be bringing back (besides Severus):

James and Lily,

Sirius,

Albus,

Mad-Eye,

Remus,

Tonks,

and Fred.

Why them? Why just them? The question has been asked to me in reviews, but I cannot say—at least not yet, it is part of the story. There is a reason to all of that and more—but that is part of the story, as I said, an important part.

This story is growing into something bigger—something that I did not expect, but I am happy with the results.

I hope that you all will continue to read this, continue to review this, and like what you are reading. Oh, and Jack/Sawyer/Sayid is so hot it should be a crime. XD Kind of like Snarry, huh? p