Beta: Julie. fjad
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Chapter Thirteen
Behind green eyes
"Legilimens!"
The pull of the spell was expected, and a second later Severus opened his eyes to see Harry Potter's mind.
His heart was squeezed painfully by an invisible hand, making him hold his hand over his chest, gritting his teeth in pure agony that surpassed even the Dark Lord's Cruciatus.
It felt like eternity before the pain disappeared, and Severus was able to take a hungry gulp of air, trying to compose himself, and promised to do a health check, but not now.
Immediately after opening his eyes, Severus had to close them at what he was seeing. Hallucinations weren't a very good sign. Or was he dead already?
After a minute, having composed himself, Severus opened his eyes again and together with the view, he received the sound as well, its suddenness making him put his palms to his ears.
He was half-crouching in a busy street with enormous glass and metal buildings that shined under the golden sun. The buildings were in the form of orbs and ovals, with no corners present, with designs he had seen as a child in the fantasy books section at the London Library.
Under his fingertips he could feel the hard, polished stone that was very pleasant to the touch. Everything was extremely clean and the air was so fresh that Severus couldn't get enough of it. He thought he could smell the water nearby, and the warm breeze confirmed his guess. Everywhere around him were people, and most of them had large, transparent sunglasses on, and they seemed totally consumed by whatever they were seeing on those small screens.
He wasn't a retard, and he was a half-blood.
He had an iPod.
He liked Bach and Mozart, and he had a lot of time for music while brewing potions.
Not that he had company.
It took him a second to comprehend that even though the people didn't seem to pay him any attention, no one was running into him either. The people, dressed in weird fashion, stepped aside, letting him know that it was a controlled memory instead of being a hallucination. He was in a real memory that could be controlled by its owner, allowing to add insignificant events that allowed the visitor's mind to experience the memory. It wasn't very possible that a boy who was eleven years old could have such Mind control, as even the Dark Lord nor Dumbledore, weren't capable of such Mind Arts. It was possible to modify memories, but not like this.
Severus took a deep breath through his nose and breathed in the warm notes of cinnamon and coffee from the nearby café, several perfumes reaching his large nose and the Potion Master started counting the ingredients he recognized. He looked around, standing up, and straightened his robes and cloak.
There were no cars on the road, and that made Severus pause. He didn't know why he looked up, but he did, and what he saw wasn't possible. Small and big, cars and round objects were flying in air, manoeuvring between the buildings.
Like in old muggle movies about future.
It was madness, but it was a real memory, and Severus did not understand what was happening to his mind. Where was Potter himself and how could the boy possess such memories? What the hell was going on?!
"One coffee and a bizzle-wuzzle for Severus Snape!"
Severus heard the female voice announce from the nearby café, and he could only follow his legs as he entered quickly through the glass doors. Everything about the way things looked did not fit any historical criteria he was aware about—both muggle and wizarding—, and Severus wasn't surprised to see the interior. Everything was made of bubbles, transparent airy bubbles that formed the large seats and stable tables. Every booth had shinning, thin, golden layers of magic above the table, its golden colours indicating the Privacy wards, meaning no one would be able to overhear and see something they shouldn't.
"I am Severus Snape."
He was locked somewhere in Potter's head and he couldn't return—he had tried, twice already—but he couldn't. He needed to find Potter if he wanted to leave.
"Do you wish any chucki-chaki sause with your tesu-misu bizzle-wuzzle?
What did she just ask?
"No."
"Would you like any mizzle-wizzle?"
…
"No."
"Would you like to try our new happy drinks? One drink for only two credits."
"Where is the person who ordered for me?" Severus asked, trying not to go crazy before it was time.
It wasn't real. It was a memory that allowed him to experience everything, and Severus tried not to panic thinking of who was awaiting for him.
"Cabin eleven. Your order has been just delivered. Thank you for eating with us!"
Severus approached the cabin, and saw the person sitting there only when he sat himself fully behind the table, onto the bubble-seat.
Potter.
He knew it was Harry and not James, even though before him sat a close-copy of James Potter as he last remembered him.
Adult.
"What is this, Potter? How do you do it?" Severus just had to ask when a small, bluish square appeared before his eyes, onto his plate. And then another small square, now brown in colour, appeared in the tiny glass gup.
"Your tesu-misu bizzle-wuzzle and coffee," Potter smiled, while happily grabbing his own glass with a pink cube in it and almost purring, swallowed it. "Why didn't you order mizzle-wizzle? I suggest trying the strawberry with peppermint and lime." Potter smiled a happy smile and leaned back, allowing Severus to look at him closely.
Potter was like James, somewhere in his twenties but without glasses, and had a strange, shimmering cloak around his shoulders, covering him fully. The cloak was fastened with a brooch that had seven stones, three of which looked cracked. On the table, next to Potter's right hand, lay something that looked like a sceptre and as his eyes focused on the thing, he felt panic and terror while his inner instinct cried at him to run away from this thing as far as possible.
"What are you?" Severus knew it sounded insane, but it was true. Potter was no human.
"I am inevitable. I am…me." Potter smiled again, and even though the smile was sincere, the green eyes weren't laughing.
"Where are we?" Severus was a scientist, and the cube, which looked like it had coffee in it, really interested him.
"Better than a shot of espresso. Mind-blowing, try it." Potter paused and squinted his green eyes. "We are in a café."
Funny.
Severus reached towards the cube, and cautiously touched it with his tongue, and then swallowed it.
A rush of pleasure, adrenaline and caffeine ran through his body, and Severus blinked at the smirking Potter.
"This food technology has not been discovered this time yet, yet, but since I know my uncle is a very busy man, I will have to buy a few stocks of the company which first offers such experience with food in the near future. Interesting, isn't it?"
"What are you?" Severus repeated again, looking at the three cracked stones on the brooch; they somehow bothered him.
"I am a memory. To be more exact, I am Harry's true memory, true essence. Does such an answer satisfy you, Severus Snape?" Potter looked bored and snapped his fingers, ordering a new "mizzle-wizzle strawberry whipped with peppermint and lime", and Severus truly did not understand what Potter was.
Memory of Harry's true essence? Was Harry a reincarnation of some sort?
"Not really, but you could say so as well. I typically try to avoid getting born as a human, and definitely as a wizard, so you can imagine my surprise when I was born in my true form, which means the countdown had to begin. I had to be born, and as soon as I took my first gulp of air, I was awake, observing my younger copy, with the same habits and thought processes I have." Potter stopped only when his order arrived, and Severus could only stare, his thoughts chaotic, as he tried to comprehend what he was hearing.
Countdown? What countdown?
"Forgive my chattiness, it's just I am so glad you came over. You are my most favourite guest. Do you know why?" Potter's eyes were bright green, and the sceptre on the table started to pulsate with magic.
"Please do enlighten me." He was getting concerned over that pulsating stick with a large ball and ring around it.
"Because you're my only guest. In forever." Potter's smile was insane. "You're honestly the first and only person to enter my mind. Would it scare you if I said that even my aunt and uncle, who are way more powerful than you are, never ever dare to enter my mind?"
Potter wasn't talking about Petunia or Vernon Dursley. And it did scare him.
"So, welcome! And thank you, by the way." The man showed to the brooch with the stones, and tapped on one cracked stone. "That's yours."
"And the other two?" He didn't know why he needed to know it, but he did. He'd think things over later, when he'd be alone.
"Killed by an enemy and the other one killed by a friend," Potter explain nonchalantly, as if he were talking about the weather.
"Killed?" Did he hear right?
"Yes, killed. The fact that I didn't die doesn't mean it doesn't count as killing."
Could it get any worse?
"Jim Moriarty tried to kill you too, is that what you're saying?" Potter had only one friend and that definitely wasn't Draco Malfoy.
The man in the cloak—he just honestly couldn't call him Harry—laughed while throwing his head back, and Severus did not know what to do, so he waited.
"Trying would be the wrong word, I think. Let me show you, for trying the bizzle-wuzzle. Experiencing a memory is much more pleasant than just viewing it, isn't it, Severus?"
He wanted to say "Professor Snape", but something held him back. Maybe it was the power behind the green eyes that seemed to glow around the iris, or maybe it was his curiosity. He needed to know everything, so anything Potter offered to show him, was useful.
"All right, Potter." Severus snapped his fingers, just like Potter had done, and ordered into the magical opening, allowing the servers to not leave their stations.
"But first, one coffee please."
Potter's smile was genuine as he looked at Severus, before also snapping his fingers and ordering a strawberry mizzle-wizzle.
Xxx
They stood at the entrance to a majestic house, and the warm winds told Severus it was somewhere Mediterranean, somewhere in Spain maybe.
"You have good senses, Severus Snape. You impress me more and more." Potter's calm remark, as if he hadn't read Severus' mind, acutely reminded him once more about the mystery that Potter was if even his Occlumency shields seemed to fail.
"We are in Spain where Harry lived with Jim Moriarty when he was eight. Tonight is Christmas." If Potter hadn't said it, he would never think of it. There were no signs of Christmas anywhere he looked.
The memory felt so real, and Severus looked around, noticing the security and cameras everywhere.
With Potter at his side, he started walking towards the entrance, slowly looking around.
"You bastard!"
Severus started walking faster at the scream, and soon he was standing at the opened doors, looking at the memory of an eight year old Potter and Jim Moriarty around the small table.
On the table lay a square carton, with four different colours. Both Harry and Moriarty had a dice each, and when Severus stopped closer, he read the name of the game.
'Mensch, ärgere Dich nicht.'
Severus raised his eyebrows at the game which the two people in the room were playing. 'Don't get angry'…He'd never heard of such a game. Not that he played a lot...
"Muggle. Highly entertaining, especially when playing with unstable people." Potter's smile was wicked as he stepped closer to his younger self, and took the dice to roll.
"If I get a six, I can roll again without giving my turn away." Potter explained to Severus, while the Potions master kept looking at the younger boy, who seemed to be egging Moriarty.
"Oh, daddy is going to lose again. Daddy cooool," Harry sang at Moriarty who looked eerily calm, and prepared to roll the dice. From what Severus understood, Potter was playing for both green and black, while Moriarty was stuck with Gryffindorkish red and yellow colours.
"Harry, the chances that you win are under one percent. I have three of my pieces in the house, and one is one step away from entering the safety zone. While you, Junior, have only one piece in the house with the rest locked. I win, baby boy."
Severus watched Potter lift the dice, blow on it, and then rolled.
Six.
Potter took the dice again, and rolled.
Six.
Jim Moriarty's posture changed from mocking and relaxed to one of a berserk cat, who kept staring at the carton.
One more six was followed by another, and Severus had a very nasty feeling while looking at Moriarty's face.
He wanted to tell Harry to stop, to not piss off a madman, but the boy was busy rolling the sixes.
Twenty four rolls later, the situation on the board looked different, and Severus leaned closer to observe Harry's green piece which had approached Moriarty's red, and was breathing down its neck, while the rest were already in the safe houses.
Moriarty and the Dark Lord should make a club together—Don't Bet Against Potter.
"If I roll a three, you'll be sent home, daddy cool. Who is the loser now?" Harry was almost jumping in his seat from excitement, twirling the dice between his fingers, playing with it, and not paying attention to the alarmingly calm Jim Moriarty.
"I strongly suggest not rolling the three if you know what's good for you, HJ."
No mocking, no humour, no joking. Jim Moriarty was a psychopath.
Don't roll a three, don't, Potter!
The dice was thrown into the air, and Severus watched together with Harry and Moriarty as the dice landed, and rolled to the side.
The adult-Potter was snickering quietly in the corner, and Severus could only wait, as the dice showed the number.
Three.
"Bye, bye, daddy. Have a safe trip home," Harry's highly happy face was turned towards his green piece which had kicked the red one from the carton, and sent it to the home base.
A second after Harry had sent the red figure back home, a gun appeared in Moriarty's hand and Severus could only scream in horror when the first shot was followed by two more.
Harry was on the floor now, three bullets in his head, dead, and Severus could feel unthinkable terror squeeze his heart.
"Harry!"
"I have awesome taste in friends, don't you think so?" The adult Potter was standing near him, smirking, and Severus finally understood what he was seeing.
"Oh, Junior, Junior! FUCK!" Moriarty roared, quickly landing near Harry's dead body, and rocking him.
"Come on, Harry James Junior, wake up and let's have some more fun. I PROMISE I WON'T SHOOT YOU!" Moriarty was definitely regretting pulling the trigger, and Severus would have shaken his head if he could. He was too shocked to even breathe.
This is what happens when you deal with psychopaths.
"You won the Uno, and then Poker, and now this stupid game…I overreacted, Junior! You cannot die now, come on!"
The two more people who had entered the room were silently waiting for an order, and Severus recognized one of them from Granger's memory, the one who had hit her teeth out. Or would in the future…
Potter was fine in Granger's memory, and he was in the castle, meaning…
"Sir, the boy is dead." Severus sneered at the idiotic statement from the smaller guard, and only looked away at one more shot. The bodyguard fell quickly and quietly, with a bullet between his eyes, just like Harry.
"Do you think me STUPID?!" Moriarty roared at the dead bodyguard before changing his tone to polite. "Thanks, I can see that myself." Severus watched as the man allowed Harry's head to drop onto the floor with a smack, and kicked his still smoking gun with his foot.
"Morons…" Moriarty was now walking in circles around Harry's body, his hand squeezing the bridge of his nose.
"How are you still alive?" Severus turned to the adult-Potter, to see an almost detached expression on his calm face.
"Magic." The answer was stupid, and they both knew it, but at least Severus wasn't smiling like an idiot.
"Sir, should I…help your friend?" The bigger bodyguard—Buzz, if he remembered correctly—, asked quietly, trying to not piss off Moriarty even more.
"DAMN IT!" Moriarty had his hands on his head, and he seemed stressed. "Take him away, Buzz."
The bodyguard nodded respectfully and approached Harry's bloodied figure on the floor.
Severus looked closely at Harry when the guard bent down to pick his body up, and he almost screamed again.
The boy's eyes were open and they were watching the bodyguard. A high-pitched scream later, the bodyguard dashed towards the wall on the other side of the room, completely ignoring Jim Moriarty's surprised and alert face.
"AAAAARGH!" Merlin, the big bad man sounded like a girl, screaming uncontrollably while looking at Harry's now moving form.
Moriarty stood still, mouth opened a bit, eyes round, as he quietly continued watching Harry, who was standing now.
This is what shock looks like.
The holes in the boy's forehead were still there, and Severus had to gather himself so not to vomit, when Potter simply stuck his finger into his skull, and scratched the first bullet out, allowing it to fall onto the floor, accompanied by pitiful screams from the terrified bodyguard. He wasn't the only one who didn't understand why the bullets hadn't gone back out through Harry's skull and had gotten stuck instead. Moriarty's eyes were glued to the bloodied bullet on the floor.
Two more bullets followed, and Harry was now standing before them, with no traces left on his face.
"That sucked."
Moriarty seemed to have overcome the shock, and was now slowly approaching Harry.
"HJ?"
"You are one nasty loser, you know that?"
Severus wanted to find out more, but the adult-Potter was already opening the exit from the memory, pulling Severus with him.
"Are you very angry, Harry?" Severus was already in between the memories, and the last thing he could see and hear was Harry's smiling face.
"Are you going to allow me to drive your car now?"
xxx
Severus now stood on the cliff, observing the impossibly beautiful city, trying not to lose his wits.
There were so many sparkling objects in the air, flying in strict lines that from the distance, it looked like silver and golden butterflies were flying around a beautiful crystal flower which was the city. The gates from the port were in the form of two enormous obelisks followed by a sphinx-like creature made of crystals. The ships on the azure waves were slowly swinging, enjoying the warm sun and beautiful weather.
This was not their world.
"Your world? You think the world is yours?" Potter asked suddenly, and Severus squeezed his teeth in rage, as the man allowed himself to comment on his thoughts.
"Whose else's? Whom if not humans should our planet belong to?" Severus replied with a raised eyebrow to be met with large, green eyes.
Just like Lily's.
"I see."
Potter was immortal.
And the boy was very well aware of that fact.
"Yes, Harry knows he cannot be killed by standard practice, so to speak, but he doesn't know why." Potter was now looking at him as if he was a very interesting puzzle.
"And you do?"
"Of course."
"And the boy's weird magic is your doing as well?" Severus asked, looking at Potter's cloak that had a thick, but airy layer of shimmering dust all over the material. The long sleeves were spacey, but did not bother the owner. It pooled towards the floor, cascading down.
"My magic is different than any other, but believe me when I say that I can cast protective charms if I need to." So it was a touchy object for Potter...Interesting.
"Then why doesn't your younger self do it?"
"He will learn how to balance his magic, but he needs time. And a good teacher, considering someone is going to get fired very soon."
Potter would tell Dumbledore that Severus had entered his mind, and the old fool would kick him out for daring to touch their Boy Wonder.
Potter's laugh was sudden and full of real entertainment. "Not you, stupid. You'll be around for much, much longer than you would have ever anticipated."
What was the boy saying? And who did he just call stupid?
"Did you just call me stupid?" Severus sneered at the surprised face and crossed his hands over his chest.
Potter scratched his head with the eerily-feeling sceptre before gracing him with an answer.
"My aunt likes that word. It's her description of the current human race."
"Why are you using the term 'current'?" Severus looked closely at the sceptre to see the outer ring twirl. It reminded him of Saturn on a stick.
"You have many things to mull over for today, Severus. Visit me soon, and I'll let you try the spa treatment they have here." Potter now put the hood of his cloak up, and turned to leave.
"Who are you?"
He wouldn't get an easy answer, he knew that, but still, he asked.
"I am me."
Wonderful.
The next second Severus was kicked out from the memory and out of Potter's mind and found himself in his body, standing before Harry Potter, in his Potions room.
"Are you alright, Professor Snape? You spaced out, sort of…" This Potter had normal eyes that did not shine, and Severus saw the boy had no memory of what his older self had just done.
"Get out, Potter."
"Pfff…" The boy huffed, gathering his books and went towards the door.
"Wish you a pleasant day, Professor Snape."
"Out."
With a bang, the door closed, and Severus fell onto his stool.
Xxx
He was sweaty and nervous, all his senses telling him he had to find the missing object.
How was it possible? No one had seen anyone on the property, and the magical locks on the stables weren't just for fun, but they weren't broken.
Everything was as it was supposed to be.
Only one very drugged-out muggle was missing, and Lucius did not want to know how Potter would react to that.
Somehow, with all the wards and spells, elves and snakes, Petunia Dursley had vanished from the stables, and Lucius could not understand how.
Like a pathetic Muggle, Lucius Malfoy ran around their French manor, his wand out, looking for the missing muggle, and not noticing his wife silently following him.
Xxx
"Shit!"
She had never heard Lucius swear, and Narcissa froze when another tirade followed shortly.
"Fucking muggles!"
Well…When she had gone after Lucius, she thought she'd catch him with his new admirer, and instead, she found her husband panicking while running around the house.
Lucius' blond hair looked dishevelled, and Narcissa almost stepped out of her hiding place to offer her support.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Lucius roared into the empty room, making Narcissa wonder if they needed to stop by at St. Mungo's .
Lucius took out a small golden coin out of his pocket, and pressed in the middle. Three minutes had gone by, and Narcissa was still waiting, along with the pissed off Lucius.
The coin in Lucius' hand turned red, and Narcissa heard the voice of the person who Lucius was now urgently calling.
"What's up, Malfoy?"
It was a child's voice! Narcissa leaned a bit closer, the Invisibility spell allowing the necessary freedom of movement.
"One of your dogs is missing." Lucius said to the coin, and Narcissa raised her eyebrows. Lucius had been looking for a dog all this time?
"Whoa…Which one?" It was definitely a child.
"The horse."
What was missing? The dog or the horse? Was Lucius a vet now? Did her husband lose all their money in cards and she didn't know anything?
"Was she doped?"
Was Lucius making business with a child that somehow was connected to horse-races?
"She was more than doped. All the magical locks are still there, intact, but the horse is missing."
Oh, Lucius…A winning horse, maybe?
"I don't know how you plan on ruling Magical Britain if you can't manage one pack of dogs…" The voice from the coin muttered, making Narcissa's eyes widen.
Rule Magical Britain?
Ohhh….
"You won't touch Draco because of it?" The question sobered her day-dreaming, and Narcissa frowned.
"Come now, Malfoy. Your mini-me is just fine. Find my dog before it barks on the wrong tree." And with that, the coin's light was off.
"Little shit," Lucius muttered, while putting away the coin.
Narcissa stood for a second before turning around and quietly Apparating away.
If Lucius wanted to run after dogs or horses, it was his business.
Minister of Magic…
Xxx
He was walking towards his office, thinking about the Philosopher's stone, when Dumbledore appeared before him.
"He-headmaster."
Old, senile wanker.
"Professor Quirrell, just the person I was looking for." He needed to get his wand out now, as he recognized the hard glint in the blue eyes he hated so much.
He knew...
"He-headmaster?" He needed to draw his wand out now!
"I am sorry, Professor Quirrell. I really am. You're fired, Tom." Dumbledore knew, and wasn't in the mood for merciful chit-chat, like always.
"Is that so, Dumbledore?"
Voldemort had Quirrell's wand tight in his hand and it was pointed at Dumbledore's raised wand.
"Typically, I would approach such situation with caution and observe a bit, but we live in drastic times, and drastic times demand drastic measures." Dumbledore was dead serious and solemn, and Voldemort prepared to throw a Killing Curse at the senile, old fool, when he heard one from Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light hit him so suddenly, that he didn't even have the time to understand it. Dumbledore had never done anything like that.
Panic, terror and incredibility seized his senses, as Death was nearby again.
He still had Horcruxes nearby.
The pull on his soul was to be expected, and Voldemort prepared to fly towards Potter to use the Horcrux, when his soul was simply taken from Quirrell's body and the next second he was between the pages, in his diary Horcrux that was held by an ugly woman who resembled a horse with a neck of giraffe, and she was smiling at him pleasantly, her blue eyes shining with light that made him feel very uncomfortable, and it said a lot, considering he was now in a book.
It looked like the idiot Malfoy had lost his Horcrux to this ugly creature.
"Pff, Mister Handsome. Before calling names, try looking into the mirror." The horse-faced woman sneered at the diary and tsked, closing the cover and making Voldemort swallow his comeback.
"Stupid."
xxx
Several hours earlier
"Tam, taram, taram, tam-tam, tam-tam…."
A beautiful house with large horse stables rose from the fog, and the woman continued her approach, singing a tune.
"Tam, taram, taram, tam-tam, tam-taaaam…"
The doors to the stables were locked with magical locks and spells of highest category, and the woman bent down a bit, looking at the symbols, her short, edge-cut hair falling into her eyes.
"What are you doing here, Gabriel?"
The woman turned around, glaring at the newcomer, before straightening up and pushing the door open, not bothered by any magical spells.
"I do what I must, brother. I do what is right," Gabriel said while entering the stables, and upon seeing three drugged-out junkies, she sneered.
"You do not do what is right. You do what you think is right. And that is a major difference." The man wasn't old and he wasn't young, with sharp, but kind brown eyes and light-brown hair.
"Why don't you return to Heaven, Michael, and leave me be? You tire me with your babbling." Gabriel was now standing between the three muggles, deep in thought.
"Stop interfering, sister. It's not right!" The man cried out when Gabriel reached towards Petunia Dursley and lifted her into the air with one hand.
"This is not right!" Gabriel cried at the other archangel, while shaking Petunia's body like a leaf. "This is not right, Michael! How many chances are humans supposed to get? Look what they have done to the world, to the planet, and to themselves. LOOK AT THEM!"
"Gabriel, they are human, they make mistakes."
"All of them?" Gabriel's eyes were hard and cold blue in colour as she looked over Petunia's body. "Not only have they no faith left, they have decided that they rule over their lives. They think they are the most powerful species in the world. THEY ARE NOTHING BUT WORMS WHO FORGOT THEIR PLACE!"
The man with light-brown hair was frowning, his eyes glaring at his sister. "You just sounded like Lucifer."
"You know, Michael, our dear fallen brother may be all messed up in the head, and a complete and utter bastard, but he is not an idiot. When he's not delusional, that is." Gabriel now shook Petunia's body before touching her forehead with index finger.
"Wake up, human."
Petunia opened her eyes and looked at the tall woman with shining blue eyes.
"More. I need moooore," Petunia moaned from pain that started to take over her body from the lack of drugs in her system.
"I'll take your pain away if you allow me inside of your body. Say 'yes' , and there will be no more pain." The man with brown hair shook his head and looked away in disgust at the sweet tone and gentle face.
"Ye-yes."
A second later Gabriel was gone and Petunia Dursley stood up straight, her eyes shining blue.
"Gabriel, I am begging you to reconsider. You cannot be allying with Lucifer, not now!" Michael was now standing directly in front of Petunia, looking her in the eyes.
"I am not Lucifer's ally! I am not anything like him! I do this for the humans, not against them."
"You think helping our nephew can be considered helping humanity?" Gabriel raised her eyebrows at the incredibility heard in Michael's question.
"Have you heard the sirens today, Michael?" Gabriel asked, and smirked at the pursed lips of the other angel.
"You have. And you know what it means, don't you, brother?"
"Another seal has been broken."
"Indeed. But you don't sound very happy." Petunia Dursley snapped her fingers and a second later she was dressed in the best wizarding clothes.
"I don't belong to the fanclub of our nephew. Unlike some…" Michael muttered slowly, looking over the muggle who now had Gabriel instead of her own soul, and looked away.
"Three seals are broken already, only four are left. Do you really believe that this time our nephew will walk away from his duties? I don't think so." Gabriel smiled a happy smile and disappeared with a swish of feathers, only to be followed by another swish of feathers as Michael disappeared as well.
The stable remained untouched, and no one was around to notice that one muggle was now missing.
xxx
They were on a brink of war, and no matter where he looked, he only saw chaos. Somehow, everything was falling apart…
"Mycroft, there has to be a pattern," Sherlock Holmes was tired and anxious, walking in circles around Mycroft's desk.
"There is a pattern. If something has to go wrong, it will." He was really worried by the news from all over the world, where new wars started in a second, and it seemed control was the wrong word to use. Everything was spiralling out of control.
"Somehow, thousands of people won Jackpots all over the world, thereby almost bankrupting casinos everywhere." Sherlock looked at his brother and took out a cigarette, lighting it, before continuing. "Three countries in the Middle East have somehow received weapons and money in one day, and now they are shooting each other. Who supplied them with the weapons, and so quickly?"
They both knew the answer, and it bothered Mycroft the most that he couldn't do much against magic.
"North Korea received three billion pounds from only one shady deal. I don't want to predict what they will do tomorrow. You know what is going to happen soon, unless we find out a way to balance everything?" Mycroft asked his younger brother, who nodded in return.
"Apocalypse."
Mycroft Holmes closed his eyes and also nodded.
"Too right, little brother, too right."
xxx
a/n Haven't written in a long time, as had first my diploma to deal with, and then somehow had no inspiration to write and read anything fanfiction related. Weird, you know? I hope you liked the chapter, I tried. I'll return to the weird city in one more chapter where I'll tell you which city it is :) Anyway, please let me know. Thank you for the great reviews, guys. You're awesome, and I really appreciate your feedback. I love smart readers :) Till later!