Rated PG-13, no actual sex but plenty of wrong jokes. (please tell me if you think its underrated. Thanks
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That's it, now for chapter NUMBER ONE!
Cheating Destiny
Part 1; The Silenced Messenger
Chapter 1; A Prophecy Fulfilled
"I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me…"
(Abraham Lincoln)
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The storm passed as quickly as it had come, leaving the dried yellowing grass drenched and springy. The sweet smell of rain drifted over the cool night air, sweeter then the scent, or even taste, of sugar (and twice as good for you). It was the smell of life, fresh and soft.
The beauty of the rain was lost, however, on Professor Snape who walked through the moonlit grounds with a sneer, not a smile.
Normally the thought of a "moonlit walk" sickened him to his stomach, and even now he couldn't pinpoint why he was out on the grounds at this ungodly hour of the morning. Something deep inside had brought him out here, forcing him across the wet grass in only a black nightgown and pink fuzzy bunny slippers.
He was halfway to the glittering lake, and halfway convinced that he should turn back when a scream pierced the dark air.
He stopped dead, fearful eyes turned toward the noise. Silence flooded back in, the sudden absence of any noise made Snape shudder.
At a jog he headed to the forest, mentally kicking himself for forgetting to warn his students about the dangers of the Forbidden Forest. "You'd think the name alone would keep them away," he thought viciously, grinding his teeth together as he broke into a full out run. "But, no! They have to be dumb enough to be curious…"
His feet, still clad in pink bunnies with the fluffy ears flapping in the light breeze, slowed as he reached the trees, and he carefully pushed and dodged his way through.
"Hello?" he called urgently, peering through the darkness. "Hello? Is some one there?"
He stopped to listen, damning his heart for beating so loudly. Not to far away he could hear a light sob. That was all he needed. Twisting around the trees and bushes he almost stumbled over her, stopping and cursing just in time.
His eyes widened, recognizing the figure huddled against the wet ground. "Oh, my god," he whispered, leaning down to see her face, praying he was mistaken. "I-Icy?"
A string of tears ran from her closed eyes, and she shook with fear and cold. But as he stared the shaking lessened and stopped.
His hands twisted around her wrist, feeling the ice-cold skin press against his fingers. For one agonizing minute he couldn't feel a pulse, then as he forced himself to ignore his own heavy breathing and pounding heart, he could just barely make out a faint beat.
That faint beat was good enough.
Stooping all the way down he tucked his hands under her and, with difficulty, lifted her cold limp body. He winced as his eyes roved over the long gash down her side. He knew better then to pull the knife out, it would only cause more blood loss and pain.
One arm under supporting her legs by the nook under her knees, and the other wrapped tightly under her ribs, he began moving back toward the castle.
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Professor Flitwick was close to sleep when the sudden craving for Cheese Munchies over whelmed him.
Stumbling down the empty halls, he began to head for the kitchens, hoping the house-elfs hadn't retired to bed yet. Flitwick had always gotten along wonderfully with the creatures…perhaps it was because they were both about the same relative size.
He was just passing the Great Hall, listening to his stomach's growl echo in the deserted school, when the main door burst open and Professor Snape staggered in.
Snape was cradling a girl, seemingly young enough to be a student. Her head and shoulders hung limply over his arms.
"Severus!" Squeaked Flitwick, eyes nearly popping out in shock. "What is-…"
"Oh, be quiet!" Flitwick's eyes narrowed; no wonder no one could stand Snape. Snape was gasping for breath, his chest, covered in shimmering blood, rose and feel with each shuddering gasp. "Get the headmaster!" he growled.
Flitwick thought he saw a flicker of something not remotely like hate flash in the Professors eyes (was it sympathy?) as he whispered, barely distinguishable over the gasps for air, "The prophecy has started…"
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I'm stopping right now…the end!
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