Chapter 34 – Summoning DEATH, Magic and Fate
Dumbledore couldn't believe it, not only had Severus somehow managed to escape the room, but his two companions enraged him further. "How dared he to let anyone else touch him like that? Oh, he would like to break his stubborn snake once and for all. And when the others would see it, why should he care. Afterwards they would be too cowed to defy him again. Maybe he could summon Severus' brat to him and force the young man to do what he wants once more."
He hadn't paid attention to anything that had happened in the Great Hall and this was a mistake as a silent wandless "Expelliarmus" from Severus threw him out of his majestic chair and against the wall behind the dais, on which the professor's table stood.
Severus caught the wand with ease and a two silent commandos later - "Incarcerous" "Levicorpus" found Albus Dumbledore upside down and bound in strong ropes, helplessly in the middle of the Great Hall.
And as if this wasn't humiliating enough, now the young man ignored him completely and he could focus his whole attention on the wand, which he had ripped from Albus' grasp.
"Elder wood, how interesting!", remarked Emrys as he twirled the infamous wand in his hands. Too bad, we won't have another choice, as to summon Lord DEATH to this place. Why can the old bag of bones not be more careful with the artefacts he handed out at the most inopportune moments."
"LORD DEATH I SUMMON THEE. COME HERE AT ONCE, OR I'LL GUARANTEE THAT I WILL DESTROY WITH GREAT PLEASURE THIS USELESS WAND! SO MOTE IT BE!", intoned Emrys, while he still twirled the death stick in his hands.
"WHO SUMMONED ME?", asked DEATH as he materialised in the Great Hall and looked surprised around.
"Three guesses, you useless bag of bones.", sneered Emrys his eyes glowing bloodred as he glared at one of the most feared entities of the universe.
"AH, WHAT A SURPRISE! I HAVEN'T THOUGHT TO MEET YOU SO SOON AGAIN. ARE YOU DONE WITH BEING MORTAL YET, MY PRINCE SEVERUS? OR WAS IT EMRYS, I HAVE SUCH A BAD MEMORY FOR NAMES, IT'S A CURSE, DON'T YOU AGREE? AND HOW DID YOU LIKE THOSE TWO, WHICH WE HAVE CHOSEN FOR YOU? YOU STILL LOOKED A BIT STRESSED. I HAVE THOUGHT THEY WOULD HAVE ALREADY BEDDED YOU WITHIN MINUTES, AFTER MAKING YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.", replied DEATH unashamed.
Neville had heard enough and decided to teach this meanie an overdue lesson. He apparated once more in the arms of his father and raised his tiny hands to slap DEATH hard in the face: "YOU'RE A DUNDERHEAD!", cried the toddler annoyed, before he turned his head and kissed his father softly on his cheek.
"Well done, Neville!", hissed Tom, "Why don't you throw him a dessert in his face? I'm sure your father would enjoyed it very much."
Neville nodded, he enjoyed the idea to do something to get even with this meanie and within seconds two treacle tarts and a huge bowl filled with chocolate pudding hit DEATH in his face.
"That's low even for you, Tom.", growled Dracula. "Did you really have to corrupt a toddler to do your bidding?"
"Oh, let it be.", sneered Voldemort back. "You're just angry that he likes be more than you, bloodsucker."
A loud snap could be heard, which turned the attention of the audience and of Dumbledore back to Severus, who had snapped the elder wand in two parts. He throw both parts in the air and burn them wordless to ashes, before he vanishes the ashes with another wordless commando.
"That's enough!", sneered Emrys is eyes glowed a darker red as ever before and he secured Neville on his hip before facing DEATH once more.
"How often did we need to tell you, not to let any of those artefacts lying around. This is not a game, even when you seems too bored to use your brain to really think. Summon the other two and remove them forever from this plane. Or I guarantee, I will use your bones to create a new xylophone for my son."
"YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT, SEVERUS. YOU'RE MUCH TOO NICE FOR SUCH THREATS!", replied DEATH.
"My name is EMRYS! And don't forget it! You have no right to use my other name! I'm done with playing nicely. Count yourself lucky, that I have another one to finish first, before I'll deal with you!", sneered Emrys angrily.
"I wouldn't aggravate him. He wanted to vivisect Bella for a minor insult. You're already on very thin ice, DEATH.", smirked Dracula as he drew his mate back into his arms and tried to calm him down. "Although the duel was very interesting to watch!", this time he will leave at least one Hickey on Severus' neck.
Voldemort watched their behaviour and decided to summon the other two entities, instead of getting once more on Severus' bad side. He wanted him to forgive his earlier mistakes, which means he have to kept a tight reign on his emotions, even when he would rather attack the smug vampire who have made everything harder then before.
"Lady Magic and Lady Fate, hear my Plea and come to us, we need your guidance and wisdom!", intoned Voldemort politely. Anyone who tried to summon one of them and wasn't polite, had regretted it soon afterwards, as they weren't the most merciful or patient persons.
Seconds ticked by as students, staff and S-Unit looked at the tableau in front of them. Would they really come? The two most powerful women who reigned over magic and fate? And what would happen with the headmaster? Most of the students would have denied that their beloved headmaster would do such evil deeds, but the Slytherins and the most reasonable of the Ravenclaws know it better.
Again and again darted the gaze of one of the students to the trio of men and to the toddler on the men in the center of the group. Was this really their Potion Professor, Severus Snape? And who were those two men who had kissed him quite thoroughly in the middle of the Great Hall without a single care?
"As we have to wait a bit longer, would it be possible to retrieve my familiar?", asked Voldemort his companions. "I'm sure she is very displeased that I haven't retrieved her in the meantime and not even send her a message through our bond."
"Scared, that she would chew you out?", inquired Dracula amused. He would enjoyed it to see how this female snake scold the self-styled dark lord in front of so many witnesses.
"Don't listen to him. I'm sure you're not the only one who will have to deal with certain consequences. Let just hope that the Black sisters don't work together or we will regret it sooner or later.", commented Severus. "Can you not send one of your house elves to fetch her?", he had stepped out of Dracula's grasp and moved more in the center of the Great Hall so that he could better focus on their next tasks.
"No, I wasn't on one of my estates here, since I had arrived in Britain some days ago.", admitted Voldemort sheepishly.
"Have you confirmed your titles?", asked Severus. He was trying to avoid Sneaky, he knew exactly that his house elf wouldn't be pleased with his actions. And she was very creative in punishments, most of them getting approved by Narcissa.
"I have 3 magical titles – Slytherin, Peverell & Gaunt. And surprisingly one mundane one - Baronet Riddle – after my deceased Grandparents. My parents were married before I was born, therefore I inherit everything after their demise.", explained Voldemort.
"How did you manage Peverell, you're not the only descendant from that family?", wanted Dracula to know. He had crept slowly nearer to Severus and wanted to try his luck once more. He would really enjoy to leave a clear mark of his ownership on his delicious mate and it would infuriate Voldemort, another reason to do it.
"True, but I am the direct descendant from the second son, and nobody else had claimed it, which makes me head of house of some other families as well. The eldest son didn't have any children, therefore the title could only get to my branch of the family or to the children of the youngest son.", replied Voldemort, still looking warily at the third member of their future triad. He planned something, he could practically feel it.
"Why don't use one of the Hogwarts' elves?", suggested Dracula "There is a very eager one, who could help you.", smirked the vampire.
"We do not call Dobby for anything.", interrupted Severus him angrily. "Fine, you can use mine, she is already displeased with me. Why not add anything else on top."
They got once more interrupted by Sneaky, who had suddenly apparated in the Great Hall and looked very displeased at the trio. Her little hands on her hips and scowling threateningly, she began her tirade:
"Bad, very bad, Master Severus. You do not sneak away, when you're core is magically depleted. Should I stick you to your bed again, or let Mistress Narcissa decide over your punishment?"
"I'm fine, Sneaky. As is my magical core, no need to treat me like a naughty toddler.", growled Severus. "And the name is Emrys, not Severus."
Sneaky ignored her Master and hit him with one of her own diagnosis spells, which confirms Severus' claims. She looked warily at him and asked disbelievingly:
"How did you manage that, it was almost empty 4 days ago, Master Severus?"
"I won't tell any of my secrets!", smirked Emrys. "But you can help me with something. The castle would like to transport a special surprise for our esteemed Headmaster to the Great Hall. Can you please check, if it's already here, Sneaky?", asked Severus, even the biggest Dunderhead in the school couldn't overhear the sarcastic wording of esteemed Headmaster, which he had used mere seconds ago.
"Bad Bed, Daddy?", asked Neville with a quivering lip.
"Indeed, Neville. We have to show them, what he did to you today, little one. Don't worry, he won't harm you ever again.", replied Severus as he calmed his son down.
"Well, you can also use her to get the pet of your son back. We had to forget to bring the Draculabunny with us.", smirked Dracula. "Don't you agree Tommy-boy?"
"Let's talk about this later, much much later.", murmured Voldemort, while a slight blush tainted his ears red. "How could he have forgotten it, he had gotten access to them in his animagusform. What should he do now? He needed more time so that he can conjure a replica of his animagusform and infuse it with enough of his magical signature, so that neither Severus nor his son would realise that he had tricked them. Severus wouldn't be pleased, when he figured it out. And he couldn't come clean to him, with so many witnesses. I should have obliviated this damned bloodsucker as we were alone in France."
"Too bad and he had really wanted to use his animagus to get closer to Severus, maybe ogle his mate, when he was naked in the bathroom or slip under his shirt, when he was sleeping."
"I can bring it back later. You just have to give me the coordinates for your summerhouse, Severus, than I can retrieve it this evening. Would that be an option for you?", asked Voldemort.
"So selfless, really it's a miracle.", smirked Dracula. "Are you sure you can trust him enough for such an important errand?"
Neville had turned his head into Voldemort's direction and looked at him with big puppy-dog eyes and quivering lips.
"Or I can go now, really, it's no hardship at all.", murmured Voldemort. "Please do not cry, now. Be a good boy and do not cry.", pleaded he silently to the toddler.
Luckily for Voldemort at this moment appeared Lady Magic and Lady Fate into the Great Hall and drew the attention on themselves. Elegant, but deadly, nobody with an ounce of common sense would even think about aggravating both Goddesses. Those who had dared to do so in the past, have died extremely slowly and in agony.
Emrys left his two mates and kneeled in devotion in front of both breathtaking women. A rare smile was visible on his lips as he greeted them:
"It's a pleasure to meet you two again, Lady Magic, Lady Fate. How can I serve you once more?"
"You have merged, successfully? Are you willing to be our loyal sentry once more, Emrys?", asked Lady Magic gracefully.
Lady Fate added: "I do hope you're not to angry with us, Severus. We wanted to do your justice and looked for the best matches for you and your inheritance. We value you too much, to let any mere mortal gets his hands on you, my dear prince Severus.
"It was a shock, I'll admit it, and time will show if those two are the right ones for me.", replied Severus as he kissed both on their lilly-white hands, before he raised again.
"And how did you held your control over your magic, Emrys?", inquired Lady Magic interested.
"It's fine, Occlumency helps, at the moment we don't have the urge do go on any killing sprees or destroy this planet with a single thought, yet.", smirked Emrys, as the rest of the Great Hall gulped heavily about those implications.
"What have the old coot tried to do to you, Severus?", wanted Lady Fat to know, she recognise his anger, even as he had concealed it well.
"Why don't I just give you the basic facts of this day, my fair ladies.", growled Emrys his eyes glowed redder as ever before. "He used his phoenix to abduct my son, put him into a specifically modified toddler bed, just look for yourselves." The bed appeared out of thin air in the Great Hall, exactly the same as it was in the secret chamber, including the deadly weapon above it.
"I managed to send my son to safety with the gracious help of Lady Hogwarts. He bound me to a bed and wanted to rape me, after force feeding me a lust potion, and used some sex toys on me to get my obedience. The only result, which he will get, was a higher urge of blood lust, and nothing more. I have used Fiendfyre twice to destroyed the chamber and his hidden potions lab, no great loss at all. And I have destroyed his familiar bond to his phoenix, too. I would gladly rip him apart, limb by limb for anything he has done to my son and to me. And no one will stop me for achieving my revenge on him. Be it a mortal or an immortal magical being. He will pay for it!", sneered Emrys angrily. An Arctic wind swept through Great Hall and solely focused on the old man, he didn't left him alone, before Dumbledore cried out and brought the attention back to him once more.
A/N: Why does DEATH, always speak in CAPITALS? - DEATH is almost 100-% deaf, as he is one of the older deities. Normally he should wear a special pair of Magical Hearing-Aids. Alas, he had lost them some aeons ago and never bothered to replace them. The rest of the magical and non-magical world just have to deal with it.
His typical modus operandi to placate the ones, he cared about is to bribe them with special gifts. And it doesn't matter, if you do not want them, when DEATH decides, that he will give you a gift, you're forced to keep it. He is worser than Hagrid, as he likes to gift his chosen rare and extremely dangerous magical creatures. He is the culprit who once gifted Salazar Slytherin with his first Basilisk egg, as an apology for destroying a very valuable and highly volatile potion by accident. This potion should enable were-creatures (were-wolves, were-cats, etc. …)no longer be forced to transform to certain times, but instead using their alternative form as a new animagus, with their human mind completely in control. Sadly, DEATH managed to destroy all of Salazar's notes, too.
This had Salazar neither forgiven nor forgotten. He began to curse DEATH every day, he still spend at Hogwarts and decided to create his new and better hidden Potions lab, which included wards, that should keep nosy deities at bay.