Snape, Hagrid and Vampire

Author's note: This, I think is the last chapter Raven edits, so I think the next chapters are gonna be pretty bad. And one more thing, I will be editing the real chapter 39 of My Immortal not the hacked one, and after the story will add more chapters, but that's so far away. I don't even know if I will reach chapter thirty-nine. So, for now, enjoy.

"Nice joke, Headmaster," I said, but even as I said it, I knew that he was not lying and that Draco was really, really gone. "He can't be gone," I added in a low voice as Dumbledore looked at me with sadness and pity in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, my dear," he said in a voice that was unlike his jolly tone. It was like he knew what I was going through.

"He can't be gone," I cried. "He promised never to leave me." A blue flower, and a voice saying, "I'll never leave you , Ebony. I promise.".

"Ebony, I'm sorry," started Mary, coming closer to comfort me, but I shrugged away her hands. My vision turned blurry as salty tears ran down my cheeks. The world was black and white, nothing would be ever bright again. He was gone, and nothing will ever bring him back.

"Just, just don't follow me," I said through my tears, bolting from the room, fleeing from their pitying looks, fleeing from my responsibilities, fleeing from everything. I ran all the way to the common room with superhuman speed. The common room was full, but no one paid attention to me as I ran all the way up to my, our dorm.

I collapsed on my bed, crying and crying till there were no more tears to cry. Then I sobbed, dry and choking, my body shaking with each one. Maybe I would feel better after a bath.

The bath was nice, I guess. I felt myself relaxing, but I could not get thoughts about Draco out of my mind. As I dressed in my pyjamas, the thought of him lingered in my mind. I looked out of the window. The scenery of the hills and the Black Lake was beautiful. Draco loved that view.

I sighed, turning my back to the window, my hand on a table. Everything reminded me of him. Why couldn't I just forget him? He would never be found, anywa-

"Ebony!" yelled Vampire as I turned to see him racing in the girl's dorm, broom in hand.

"Vampire!" I exclaimed. "How are you here?"

"No time," he cut me off. "Draco's being kept by Voldemort as leverage!"

That peaked my interest. "Tell me everything."

"I will," he said, as he walked to the stairs. "On the way to Dumbledore's office."

I had a vision, due to my connection with Voldemort. I had this splitting pain in my lightning scar, and since everything faded to black, so I guess I fainted. I saw a dark room, with Draco against the wall, his hand and feet bound with shackles. I saw a bald man with pale skin and red eyes clad in dark robes. He was speaking something, but I couldn't hear what he said. I just heard the words, 'Harry Potter and Ebony Way will come to rescue you'.Then, I felt like I was falling, and then I woke up.

"So, he's in trouble, and we need to save him," I said as we neared the office. A flame had lit in me, and I was determined to fan the flame. As long as I loved him, I was going to look for him and find him, even if it took years and years and years.

"Yeah," said Vampire. "Anyways, we're here."

We had stopped before a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle. "Sherbet Lemon!" Harry said. "Woah! I didn't if that would work."

The gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind him split in two. Even full of dread for what was coming, Harry couldn't fail to be amazed. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. As Vampire and I stepped onto it, I heard the wall thud closed behind them. We rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, I saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

We stepped off the stone staircase at the top, and Vampire rapped on the door. "Enter," said Dumbledore's aged voice.

It opened silently and we entered. I looked around. One thing was certain: of all the teachers' offices I had visited so far, Dumbledore's was by far the most interesting. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk behind which Professor Dumbledore was sitting on a high chair. Behind him, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Way," he acknowledge us. "May I know the reason for your visit?"

"Sir, Voldemort has Draco!" exclaimed Vampire.

"We need to save him!" I added.

Dumbledore looked somber. "I am afraid that I cannot do that."

I was shocked. "Why not, sir?"

He got up and started to pace around in his office. "I have become old," he started. "And my magic is becoming weaker. I will not be able to rescue him. I am afraid that you two must rescue him, on your own."

"There you are!" exclaimed a familiar greasy voice.

"Professor Snape," I said, keeping my voice as neutral as I could. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Oh, the pleasure will be all mine," he said. "As I get you to the Dark Lord."

There was no way he worked with Voldemort. He was grumpy, for sure, unkind to students, yeah, hundred percent, but he couldn't be evil. Could he?

"Wait a minute," Vampire's voice interrupted, confused and indignant. "You're a triple agent?"

A what! I mean, I knew about a double agent but not a triple agent. What in Merlin's name were those?

"You pretended to be double agent for Dumbledore," Vampire said and I realized I must have said that out loud. "But you were, are actually a double agent for Voldemort, aren't you?"

Snape smiled, showcasing his yellow teeth. "You're smarter than ever, Mr. Potter," he drawled, sounding like his old self for a few moments. "I see Mr. Weasley's absence is a good influence of you. Too bad you won't enjoy it any more." And with those words, he whipped out his wand and fired off a spell at us.

We ducked to the ground, bringing out our own wands, spells on the tip of our tongues. "You've got to get out of here," I urgently whispered to Vampire. "If he gets you, he'll kill you."

"I'm not leaving you," his voice was determined as he dragged me behind a column for shelter. "Look out!" he yelled as a spell whizzed by my ear at the speed of sound.

We could only hope to stay behind that column until Snape gave up or got us. Neither of us had any wish for dying. Well, the place was safe until a spell from behind us destroyed the column. Both of us foolishly turned at the man, a man with sandy brown hair with grey streaks. His face was pale but littered with long painful scars.

"Remus!" gasped Harry. Remus was probably our unknown attacker's name. But now was not the time to ask Harry as we were cornered and the only way out was through brute force.

The next few minutes were a rush of adrenaline and it was a wonder that anybody hadn't come across us fighting in the middle of the hallway. All I remember of that was continuously moving and shooting spells from my wand, fighting to live another day. I covered Vampire's back, as he did mine.

I was grounded to the present by a searing pain in my arm. One of Snape's spells had hit me.

"Ebony!" Vampire yelled. "Expelliarmus!"

I was not hearing any of that however. All of my attention was now focused on my arm. I watched with sick fascination as my skin sizzled and burned, blood seeping from the wound and staining my robes red. The pain was familiar, and I longed for the wound to grow, to devour me in its wrath until I drew my last breath. The red blood was tempting and I longed to lick it until it was gone. I brought it ever closer, baring my teeth preparing my fangs to bite.

"Ebony!" Vampire's voice broke through the stupor. "Don't give into the darkness, Ebony. Stupefy!" he added, over his shoulder.

His hands were shaking, his green eyes boring into mine. "Come on," he shook me like a rag doll. "You're better than this. Don't give up."

But in my bloodlust, I was too far gone. My eyes shone red, the vampire in me longed to bite him. But, I suppose at that moment I had a semblance of friendship and enmity, so thankfully I didn't bite him. I shook my head to clear it, taking all the bloodthirsty thoughts that I had and burying them into the depths of my mind.

Vampire had gotten up by now, and my wound was still bleeding and sizzling. I did not know of any healing spells. Charms was my weakest subject. I reverted my attention back to the fight. He was overpowered, fighting two at once. Both of them worked like a well greased machine, moving in a way that spoke of experience. But upon closer view with my vampiric super sight, I noticed that Remus's eyes were fogged and unclear. The answer hit me like lightning. The Imperius Curse.

He was not a death eater.

And I re-joined the fight, and in a blur of spell fire, Snape escaped. Remus however, did not.

Cut to an hour later, I was sitting in the infirmary, recovering from my sizzling skin. Wow, that sounds...worse...than I meant it to be. Let me correct myself. Sizzling arm. That doesn't sound too better. Well, the words skin and sizzling don't really mix nor do any words related to them. Anyways...

In the wing were also Dumbledore, Vampire, Mary, Diabolo, Dracula, Dark'ness, Mary and Willow. And also Hagrid. I was surprised, he and I did not talk much. Why was he here?

Madam Pomfrey was bustling about, checking up on me now and then. "Drink this," she ordered, thrusting a glass of questionable liquid towards me.

"I'd prefer not to," I started saying but was interrupted by her glare. She was scary! I cast a look at the green slimy liquid that smelled. Pinching my nose with my index finger and thumb, I drank all of it in one go, gagging and recoiling at the taste.

"Well, what were you expecting?" demanded the nurse. "Pumpkin juice?"

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak lest I vomit. The good news was that the wound was healing rapidly though, the pain had diminished a lot.

"Good," she said, satisfied. "Out, all of you!" she commanded the visitors.

Even Professor Dumbledore went away. It seemed like even he was afraid of her wrath.

And being alone left me to my thoughts. Draco was not dead, that was a good thing. Right? He could be dead. He's probably being tortured, no big deal. No big deal.

With these thoughts, tears began pouring out of my eyes and everything faded to black as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to see Hagrid at my bedside. He was looking...different. His shaggy hair and wild, tangled hair were dyed black. His beetle black eyes were morose. He was dressed explicitly in black and I could smell...cologne? In his hands, he held a bouquet of yellow roses.

"Hagrid," I said. "Are you wearing cologne? And for whom are those roses?"

He didn't answer as he handed me the bouquet. "Ebony," he said, seriously. "I need to tell you something."

What was up with all this mysteriousness? Can no one just give a straight answer to me.

"Oh-kay," I said. "Thank you for the roses."

Ignore the fact that I didn't really like roses. I hated the color yellow too. It reminded me of sunshine. I prefered blue lilies more.

"You like them?"

And who could say no to him with how happy he was. "Yes," I lied. "I do."

A smile bloomed on his face as he leant closer. "Ebony, I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead," I encouraged, a fake smile on my face. It was like dealing with a baby.

"I'm goffik."

No. No way in heaven or hell. Not another person who was affected with goffickness.

In hindsight, I should have realised that. The black clothing, it explained, well just about everything. "Great!" I exclaimed, faux-cheerfully.

"I know where Draco is," he whispered.

"I do too," I said.

"I know where Voldemort is," he added. Voldemort. In all of the time that I had been in Hogwarts, I could count on one hand the number of people who called the red eyed freak by his chosen name. And Hagrid certainly did not.

"Where is he?" I asked.

He drew himself up, inhaled and chanted words that I vaguely recognized as latin. "Locus ille magni mali, Qui mortem sibi timet, Revelatur hodie, Captus amans conspiciunt in flammam!"

And the flowers erupted into a flame black as the night and burned with the ferocity of a thousand suns. "Look into the flames, Ebony," prompted Hagrid, smiling creepily.

Nothing could I see in those flames. "You must find yourself, Ebony," added Hagrid. "Only then will you be able to see what is in the flames."

I stared at him wondering what the heck he meant. Is he seriously suggesting that I will really find something in there?

Thankfully Madam Pomfrey came to the rescue, shooing him away.

Three days passed before Madam Pomfrey deemed me well enough to rejoin the school. The weekend had just started, a nice Saturday it was when I walked back to the Slytherin Common Room in my school uniform.

Up the stairs I went until I reached my dorm where I swiftly changed into more comfortable clothes. I slipped on a blue floaty dress with transparent long sleeves. Slipping on black ballet flats, I felt normal as I quickly braided my hair and tied the end of it with a rubber band.

"Hey Ebony," Mary greeted me. "You good now?"

"Fine."

"Are you sure?" asked Willow.

"Yes."

So guys, I know its been a while. The ending was abrupt. I know that. But anyways, thanks for reading and review if you can.