Snape's Secret Part XIV: An Heir for Slytherin
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" This can't be! " Issabelle said, staring at the two men and their captive, " I must be dreaming... It can't be you... "
" What? " Lucius asked, his face growing more smug by the moment, " Don't you recignize her? "
" Hey, knock it off, Lucius. " Peter said, noticing now that Issabelle was as pale as a ghost, " What's wrong, Issabelle? "
" That's... " Issabelle said, now putting a hand against her suddenly throbbing temple, " That's Morgana... "
" I don't understand... " Peter said, taking a tighter hold of the girl, who was trying to use their discussion as a deversion to break free.
" Morgana is Issabelle's neice. I brought her here from Hogwarts. " Lucius said, moving as though he wanted to knock the girl's legs out from under her and finding himself frozen to the spot, " What have you done to me now, you little monster? "
" She didn't do it, " Issabelle said flatly, " I did. "
" I'd watch myself if I were you, miss McChella. One of these days your going to do something that our Lord will not forgive and you're gonna pay for it. " Lucius said, his eyes showing clearly the amount of hate he felt towards her, " Whether lord Voldemort likes you are not, you are still muggle-born and for that, you don't even deserve to -- "
" Twistiva! " Snape shouted, tying Lucius tongue into knots inside his mouth and making him choke, " She is the Lord's head advisor, Malfoy. I suggest that you treat her with respect if you wish to remain in good health. "
" Stop it, all of you! " Voldemort shouted, his eyes flickering scarlet as he made his way down the hall, " What is the meaning of this, Peter? "
" We caught the cause of the disturbance this afternoon. Look! " Peter said, waving a hand at Morgana, " And now I find out that she is Issabelle's neice... "
" I was afraid of this... " Voldemort said, looking at each of them in turn and then focusing his gaze on Morgana, " You do realize what you've done? "
" I did what was right. I saved someone's life. " Morgana said sharply, " I don't support back-stabbing prejudiced murderors. "
" So you feel you are innocent? " Voldemort said, his mind racing to come up with a solution that would keep the death eaters loyal and not make Issabelle hate him.
" It is not a question of innocence or guilt, " Morgana said dully, as though she were explaining this to a child, " It is a question of right or wrong, and what I did was right. Had you let him go, I would not have intervined. "
" Indeed, she must have tranced to some degree. Just as I did in Auroria. " Issabelle said, flinching as everyone's eyes fell upon her, " It was beyond her control. "
" Then why didn't she faint? " Voldemort asked, looking at Morgana again.
" Because I know what I'm doing, Voldie. I know how to use my powers, thanks to you. I had to learn how to use them, or I would not have survived. Isn't that ironic? " Morgana said, her eyes shining with a surge of pride.
" You will not insult me in my own castle, child. " Voldemort said, his hand on his wand. " One more word... "
" What are ya gonna do, Voldie? Huh? " Morgana said, a smirk causing small crinkles to appear around the edges of her eyes.
" Lucius, Peter, take the girl back to her room. Severus, go and make me the strongest vial of relaxation potion you can. Issabelle, my dear, come with me. We have much to discuss. "
" YOU'RE DATING HIM?! " Morgana screamed, looking at Issabelle in terror.
" No, we're just friends, Morgana. Now, please... Cooperate with Lucius and Peter, for Me, okay? "
" Very well, aunt Issabelle. If it means that much to you... " Morgana mumbled, going with the two men.
******
" What am I going to do with her, Issie? I can't just keep letting her get away with everything! " Voldemort sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to her in his private chamber.
" Speaking of Morgana, you never told me she was even here! This could have all been easily avoided, Tom. " Issabelle said, looking at him in disgust, " That neucience Sirius Black completely humiliated me! Not only did he kick my behind, he also did some sort of trick to teleport my wand! "
" You let him get away?! " Voldemort said, suddenly very angry, " I... You... Do you know what I think of failure, Issabelle? Do you know how much my Death Eaters hate to disappoint me? "
" Take a nice deep breath, Tom. He escaped through a port hole. He knows no more then he did when he showed up. "
" That's not the point! I was counting on you, Issabelle! "
" I made sure nothing happened to you. That's what is important. " Issabelle said crisply, " Remember, I am not just one of your death eaters. You don't talk to me like that. "
" Oh, really? " Voldemort asked, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. She had a point. She wore no tatoo, came and went as she pleased and put him in his place on a regular basis. " That's never even crossed my mind... Dear me, what are you, then? "
" I honestly don't know. I'm Issabelle... I'm your friend... I'm Severus' girlfriend... I'm Albus Dumbledore's neice... I'm the HopeBringer... Get the idea? "
" Yeah... Its almost like you're a whole bunch of different people. That's really something... " Voldemort said, rubbing a finger against his chin thoughtfully, " Listen, I've got something I need to ask you about. I'm not going to want to lead the Death Eaters forever... I'm going to need someone to take my place one of these days... "
" Oh, don't talk like that! You're almost scaring me! " Issabelle scolded.
" No, silly! I'm not saying I'm going to die or anything! But... I need an heir. To look after things when I decide to take it easy every now and then... "
" What are you getting at, Tom? " Issabelle asked, getting a nervous look on her face. If he was thinking what she thought he was she had two words ready: No Way.
" I want you to be my heir, Issabelle McChella. You are the smartest and bravest of my followers and I feel you would be the best choice for the position. " Voldemort said, taking her hands in his.
" I'm... speachless. I really don't know what to say... That's a big commitment, Tom. I think I'd better give it some serious thought. "
" You do that, Issabelle. Now, go and see Severus about that potion, okay? You've had a pretty rough day and I'm sure that you'll feel better after a nice long rest. "
" Alright, Tom. See you later. " Issabelle said, leaving the room and making her way to Snape's Lab.
" So, what did he want? " Snape asked.
" Oh, to talk... " Issabelle said, playing with a lose strand of hair, " So, what are we going to do about Morgana being here? She is a big-time risk for me, Sev. If she's in danger my powers will go beserk and blow our whole mission sky high! "
" Read this. " Snape said, handing her a letter, " Its for Dumbledore. Tell me what you think. "
" Dear Albus, " Issabelle read quietly, " Things are going well here, aside from an incident that occured this afternoon when Sirius Black was tortured and quiestioned by Voldemort. Luckily for all, a surprise attacker caused a large enough diversion to allow Issabelle to help him escape. I am quite sure you will have seen him before this reaches you. Please take care. "
" What do you think? " Snape asked, rubbing his hands togather, " Good, isn't it? "
" Yes, it is. " Issabelle said, " Clever not signing it in case it gets intercepted. "
" Heaven forbid that should ever happen... " Snape muttered darkly, " That would be a sad day indeed... "
" Let's not think about it, okay? Quick, tie it to Archemedies and let him go! We do not want to keep it here! " Issabelle said, handing it back.
" Hmmm... Releasing an owl before dusk is a bad omen in my opinion, but if Voldemort is going to be coming here from a potion then we have little choice. Fly safely, friend. " Snape said, releasing the owl frim the Lab's window after he had secured the note to one of its feet.
" I have something I need to talk to you about. " Issabelle said, sitting down on one of the chairs.
" What is it? " Snape asked, now focusing on the relaxation potion again.
" Tom wants to make me his heir. " Issabelle said, watching him with interest.
" What?! " Snape said in shock, dropping a vial of saridium which feel to the ground and shattered into a million peices, filling the room with its hypnotic scent, " You...? His heir...? "
" Yes... " Issabelle said, yawning, " I have a very bad feeling that something is about to happen, Sev... Something that could spell disaster... "
At that, Issabelle went unconcious and feel into a deep sleep under the power of the potion. Deciding that fighting the powers of the liquid was useless and unneccessary, Snape allowed himself to fall under its waves of slumber as well. Had he but known just how wrong he truly was...
[ A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who is reviewing and to everyone who votes!! Your opinions are driving this story along and it is getting really interesting to see what will happen next. :) Half the time I don't know what's coming!! Do not panic! This isn't gonna be what some of you are thinking... Please r/r!! And Vote!! :) ]
" This can't be! " Issabelle said, staring at the two men and their captive, " I must be dreaming... It can't be you... "
" What? " Lucius asked, his face growing more smug by the moment, " Don't you recignize her? "
" Hey, knock it off, Lucius. " Peter said, noticing now that Issabelle was as pale as a ghost, " What's wrong, Issabelle? "
" That's... " Issabelle said, now putting a hand against her suddenly throbbing temple, " That's Morgana... "
" I don't understand... " Peter said, taking a tighter hold of the girl, who was trying to use their discussion as a deversion to break free.
" Morgana is Issabelle's neice. I brought her here from Hogwarts. " Lucius said, moving as though he wanted to knock the girl's legs out from under her and finding himself frozen to the spot, " What have you done to me now, you little monster? "
" She didn't do it, " Issabelle said flatly, " I did. "
" I'd watch myself if I were you, miss McChella. One of these days your going to do something that our Lord will not forgive and you're gonna pay for it. " Lucius said, his eyes showing clearly the amount of hate he felt towards her, " Whether lord Voldemort likes you are not, you are still muggle-born and for that, you don't even deserve to -- "
" Twistiva! " Snape shouted, tying Lucius tongue into knots inside his mouth and making him choke, " She is the Lord's head advisor, Malfoy. I suggest that you treat her with respect if you wish to remain in good health. "
" Stop it, all of you! " Voldemort shouted, his eyes flickering scarlet as he made his way down the hall, " What is the meaning of this, Peter? "
" We caught the cause of the disturbance this afternoon. Look! " Peter said, waving a hand at Morgana, " And now I find out that she is Issabelle's neice... "
" I was afraid of this... " Voldemort said, looking at each of them in turn and then focusing his gaze on Morgana, " You do realize what you've done? "
" I did what was right. I saved someone's life. " Morgana said sharply, " I don't support back-stabbing prejudiced murderors. "
" So you feel you are innocent? " Voldemort said, his mind racing to come up with a solution that would keep the death eaters loyal and not make Issabelle hate him.
" It is not a question of innocence or guilt, " Morgana said dully, as though she were explaining this to a child, " It is a question of right or wrong, and what I did was right. Had you let him go, I would not have intervined. "
" Indeed, she must have tranced to some degree. Just as I did in Auroria. " Issabelle said, flinching as everyone's eyes fell upon her, " It was beyond her control. "
" Then why didn't she faint? " Voldemort asked, looking at Morgana again.
" Because I know what I'm doing, Voldie. I know how to use my powers, thanks to you. I had to learn how to use them, or I would not have survived. Isn't that ironic? " Morgana said, her eyes shining with a surge of pride.
" You will not insult me in my own castle, child. " Voldemort said, his hand on his wand. " One more word... "
" What are ya gonna do, Voldie? Huh? " Morgana said, a smirk causing small crinkles to appear around the edges of her eyes.
" Lucius, Peter, take the girl back to her room. Severus, go and make me the strongest vial of relaxation potion you can. Issabelle, my dear, come with me. We have much to discuss. "
" YOU'RE DATING HIM?! " Morgana screamed, looking at Issabelle in terror.
" No, we're just friends, Morgana. Now, please... Cooperate with Lucius and Peter, for Me, okay? "
" Very well, aunt Issabelle. If it means that much to you... " Morgana mumbled, going with the two men.
******
" What am I going to do with her, Issie? I can't just keep letting her get away with everything! " Voldemort sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to her in his private chamber.
" Speaking of Morgana, you never told me she was even here! This could have all been easily avoided, Tom. " Issabelle said, looking at him in disgust, " That neucience Sirius Black completely humiliated me! Not only did he kick my behind, he also did some sort of trick to teleport my wand! "
" You let him get away?! " Voldemort said, suddenly very angry, " I... You... Do you know what I think of failure, Issabelle? Do you know how much my Death Eaters hate to disappoint me? "
" Take a nice deep breath, Tom. He escaped through a port hole. He knows no more then he did when he showed up. "
" That's not the point! I was counting on you, Issabelle! "
" I made sure nothing happened to you. That's what is important. " Issabelle said crisply, " Remember, I am not just one of your death eaters. You don't talk to me like that. "
" Oh, really? " Voldemort asked, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. She had a point. She wore no tatoo, came and went as she pleased and put him in his place on a regular basis. " That's never even crossed my mind... Dear me, what are you, then? "
" I honestly don't know. I'm Issabelle... I'm your friend... I'm Severus' girlfriend... I'm Albus Dumbledore's neice... I'm the HopeBringer... Get the idea? "
" Yeah... Its almost like you're a whole bunch of different people. That's really something... " Voldemort said, rubbing a finger against his chin thoughtfully, " Listen, I've got something I need to ask you about. I'm not going to want to lead the Death Eaters forever... I'm going to need someone to take my place one of these days... "
" Oh, don't talk like that! You're almost scaring me! " Issabelle scolded.
" No, silly! I'm not saying I'm going to die or anything! But... I need an heir. To look after things when I decide to take it easy every now and then... "
" What are you getting at, Tom? " Issabelle asked, getting a nervous look on her face. If he was thinking what she thought he was she had two words ready: No Way.
" I want you to be my heir, Issabelle McChella. You are the smartest and bravest of my followers and I feel you would be the best choice for the position. " Voldemort said, taking her hands in his.
" I'm... speachless. I really don't know what to say... That's a big commitment, Tom. I think I'd better give it some serious thought. "
" You do that, Issabelle. Now, go and see Severus about that potion, okay? You've had a pretty rough day and I'm sure that you'll feel better after a nice long rest. "
" Alright, Tom. See you later. " Issabelle said, leaving the room and making her way to Snape's Lab.
" So, what did he want? " Snape asked.
" Oh, to talk... " Issabelle said, playing with a lose strand of hair, " So, what are we going to do about Morgana being here? She is a big-time risk for me, Sev. If she's in danger my powers will go beserk and blow our whole mission sky high! "
" Read this. " Snape said, handing her a letter, " Its for Dumbledore. Tell me what you think. "
" Dear Albus, " Issabelle read quietly, " Things are going well here, aside from an incident that occured this afternoon when Sirius Black was tortured and quiestioned by Voldemort. Luckily for all, a surprise attacker caused a large enough diversion to allow Issabelle to help him escape. I am quite sure you will have seen him before this reaches you. Please take care. "
" What do you think? " Snape asked, rubbing his hands togather, " Good, isn't it? "
" Yes, it is. " Issabelle said, " Clever not signing it in case it gets intercepted. "
" Heaven forbid that should ever happen... " Snape muttered darkly, " That would be a sad day indeed... "
" Let's not think about it, okay? Quick, tie it to Archemedies and let him go! We do not want to keep it here! " Issabelle said, handing it back.
" Hmmm... Releasing an owl before dusk is a bad omen in my opinion, but if Voldemort is going to be coming here from a potion then we have little choice. Fly safely, friend. " Snape said, releasing the owl frim the Lab's window after he had secured the note to one of its feet.
" I have something I need to talk to you about. " Issabelle said, sitting down on one of the chairs.
" What is it? " Snape asked, now focusing on the relaxation potion again.
" Tom wants to make me his heir. " Issabelle said, watching him with interest.
" What?! " Snape said in shock, dropping a vial of saridium which feel to the ground and shattered into a million peices, filling the room with its hypnotic scent, " You...? His heir...? "
" Yes... " Issabelle said, yawning, " I have a very bad feeling that something is about to happen, Sev... Something that could spell disaster... "
At that, Issabelle went unconcious and feel into a deep sleep under the power of the potion. Deciding that fighting the powers of the liquid was useless and unneccessary, Snape allowed himself to fall under its waves of slumber as well. Had he but known just how wrong he truly was...