Hey guys, this is the third chapter, little sexual tension but please do read, a little angst, lots of Severus and a sprinkle of Voldie.
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Okay I WAS going to garbage headings but I'll do them when they fit, for this chapter its a no-no. none of the songs would fit *sigh*.
I'll be quiet
Chapter 3: Mourning Air.
Severus groaned and put a long, pale arm over his face. Its was time to get up. Morning. Work.
Another groan escaped his lips as he rolled over, shoving his head under his pillow.
His head ached and his mouth hurt for some reason. He couldn't remember much from last night but got glimpses of a bucking Evan and Avery dancing.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't *want* to know what happened last night.
He peeked out from under his lumpy pillow, 7:10. Ow. Even moving hurt, how much did he drink last night? It wasn't like Severus to drink excessively but I guess last night was an exception.
His head was still spinning from that strange dream he had last night. It was so vivid, a green serpent was chasing him in circles, all he could do was go round and round and round. But there was someone, so close but very far away. It was Kate Montagues voice, she was calling him, begging him to stop. He looked at her, she looked at him. He slowed down, but for her? Why? Ah well, might as well get up. It was only a dream ...
Moving his foot around he found the edge of his bed and timidly stuck his toes out into the morning air, in an instant his foot shot back in. It was freezing! But he had to get up, work.
Slowly but surely he moved his arms out of his bed, then feet, which recoiled slightly when they where forced out of his bed.
And last but not least his head and torso, he shivered and his teeth chattered, but he was out of bed!
Severus stood there, shaking from head to toe, only a thin night-shirt to shield him from the sharp morning air.
His head was throbbing painfully, it felt like to hammers were hitting him on the head, one after the other.
Wincing, he clumsily walked to the shower, banging into various items of furniture. After what seemed like hours he finally reached the glorious, wonders shower.
Holy light seemed to fall on it, angels singing its praises. Stepping in, Severus waited for the cascading warm water to wash over him.
But it didn't.
Sharp needles of ice cold water hit him painfully in the head, he swore magnificently and nursed his aching head.
He promised himself that he would NEVER get drunk again.
*
A long stone chamber stood in silence as three cloaked figures stood before a man on a sliver throne, a snake slithering around his ankles.
"So, this Mudblood was to hard to kill for Lord Voldemorts hand picked servants?"
Said the Man, each word dripping with sarcasm making even the bravest of men shudder in fear.
"I am sorry My Lord"
Whispered one of the three men that stood, no cowered before the towering pillar of hate that was Lord Voldemort.
"Sorry isn't good enough Montague"
He hissed, scarlet eyes narrowed with displeasure. His long, spider like hands pushing himself up so that he towered above the cowering men.
In a wide sweeping movement he took his wand out of his robe pocket, he fingered it lovingly.
"Crucio"
He said in a bored tone, the man on the left fell onto the stone floor, writhing in pain. His arms were flailing in all directions. But the scream that filled the room was horrifying, it was a blood curdling scream that chilled your bones and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"I do not need you're apologies, I need you to do as I tell you."
Waving his wand the screaming stopped and the man lay there, breathing in slowly he got to his feet, wavering slightly but managed not to fall down.
"Is that clear?"
Lord Voldemort whispered, there where mummers of agreement from the three men.
"Now GO"
They quickly bowed then disappeared leaving the snake-like man to his empty chamber of silence.
*
Two woman sat at a small kitchen table, there conversation quiet and thick with emotion.
"Marie your in a safehouse, don't worry"
Whispered the blond one on the left, her hand patting the other gingerly on the back.
"I know, I know. But Kate, what if they find us? What if the ministry gets it wrong? The dark Lord always finishes a job off. And what about? What happens if they kill him too?"
She slid her eyes away from Kate's, tears sliding down her red cheeks. Biting her lip she stared at the table, concentrating on its every bump and scratch. Her son was everything to her, she was never content unless he was near. She was such a worrier, Marie
No words could make this situation any better, realising this she gently put her arms around her friends quivering body, just as she wrapped her arms around Marie broke down, sobbing into Kate's shoulder.
"Shhh, its all right"
Mummered Kate, it was hard for her. Lord Voldemort had already killed her mother and father. She and her husband where next until a couple of Aurors burst in and a brave lad called Long bottom fought the deatheaters off single handily.
They had all escaped and now, out for revenge, the ministry, realising this stuck Marie Davies and her husband in a safe house letting only her best friend, Kate Montague know its location.
While trying to comfort her distraught friend Kate's mind wandered, it wandered to Severus Snape.
He troubled her, immensely. But not now, her friend needed her. She should be there for her, but something was nagging, something was going to happen ...
As she gently held her friend against her three men prowled towards the house...
"Shut up Avery"
Hissed Jonathan Montague, hitting Avery on the back of the head. Muttering obscenities under his breath he continued on, the other three lagging behind.
It was a cloudy night and tiny droplets of rain began to drop from the moody and brooding sky. The three cloaked figures moved forward, their footsteps lost in the night. It would be only commen sense that the ministry had put up guard charms and traps but three experienced deatheaters were up to the job, but if there was a Mad-eye-Moody lurking in the bushes they didn't stand a chance.
Avery reached inside his pocket and pulled out a tiny velvet bag with a gold drawstring that gleamed in the cloudy moonlight.
Opening it he reached inside and drew out a pinch of dark blue powder that oozed power. Striding over to the house he muttered a few words and sprinkled the powder on the ground. Almost instantly the house flickered blue in a few places, then went black once more.
Avery smirked to himself, Severus was definatly one of the best, it took time and pure talent to make a magic disable potion. He remembered in there seventh year Severus stumbled out of his own, private lab, an insane grin spread across his face. That was his own invention, Lord Voldemort thought of Severus Snape very highly, not even he had thought of that one.
What a magic disable does is that it finds any charms that have been placed on a building or person and disables them for at least two hours, it wasn't permanent and could only be used once but it was very handy in these kinds of situations.
Pocketing it he gave the other two a curt nod and prowled off towards the front door, he could hear the sounds of two people talking, they both sounded female.
He beckoned hastily to the others, at once they stationed themselves behind him. On the count of three Avery slammed the door open, Montague and the other guy ran ahead into the kitchen, like hooded demons they grabbed the two woman, the brown hairdo one struggle, screamed and put up an almighty fight. But the other pleaded with Montague to let go, pleaded not to hurt her friend.
But he held on tight, sister or no sister, he wasn't about to lose his life for her.
Avery stomped into the kitchen, you couldn't see his face, you couldn't see any of there faces but this victories feeling that radiated off each one was a sure sign that they were smirking, smirking there great big death eater heads off.
"We've come to finish the job off, mudblood"
The woman whimpered. The other one looked around frantically. Eyeing the others wands with bulging eyes.
The other two snickered quietly. Avery rose his wand and spoke those deadly words with pride.
"Avada Kevadra"
In a flash of green light Marie Davies went cold, her heart stopped and her body halted in its tracks.
A high pitched scream emitted from Kate's mouth, it twisted itself around the room zipped through the dark corridors of the small safe house.
The man that was holding her rammed his hand over her mouth, after a brief struggle she went silent.
Her eyes, they hurt so much, there was nothing left. Out of the haze her reasoning kicked in, the bubbling hate began to boil, it was like a light in her head and been switched off.
Why did this always happen to me? I try so hard to make life better, to be nice, a good person. Why did it always end up like this?
It was like someone had pulled the cover from a hidden object, her anger rose and rose to an unfathomable heights.
It wizzed through her head and covered her eyes until the only thing she could see was that cloaked figure muttering those deadly words, taking what she had loved the most. Her best friend.
Body coiled like a spring, hands balled into tiny fists that suffocating cover was thrown over, like someone had drenched her in cold water, that red hot anger left her in a thick cloud of steam.
Once again the raging demon had left her, taking its courage with it. Now, she was just a scared snivelling woman.
She stood there , tears pouring down her disbelieving face.
How could she?
How could she let it escape again ? Her friends life *could* have been avenged if she hadn't, she hadn't crawled under her shell again.
If she hadn't felt ... scared.
The mans arms held on to her tightly holding her limp, shocked body back with minimum effort.
How could she?
A small cry pierced the bitter silence, it sounded faint yet near.
Roger ... there was still time ..
Pushing the deatheaters sagging arms off her she sprinted down a dark deserted hallway, her heart hammering in her ears.
A sign, a noise. Come on ...
Her ears heard the baby wail again, this way. She burst through a closed door, on the bed lay Fred Davies, pale and stiff his face screwed up in rage. She could just see it, deatheater comes in, he lunges at him. There's a small figure shaking his fathers arm, his tiny face is covered in tears.
"Dada, you gotta wake up. Dada, muma's waiting. Dada come on you gotta get up!"
He shook his fathers arm more vigorously. He didn't understand, neither did she. Biting down hard on her lower lip she ran over a grabbed the tiny boy around the waist, he screamed and struggled against her. He kept on screaming 'Dada!', his tiny hands reaching out to the man on the bed.
Foot steps thundered down the hall ...
A wand, any wand. She ran her hands over the bedside table, lucky for her she came in contact with a long wooden utensil.
Just as the deatheaters slammed the door open, just as the all roared the same deadly curse, Kate Montague dis-apperated.
*
Severus stirred his Potion , looking dreamily into its swirling pools of molten orange. Kate had left early to see a friend, she said she couldn't tell but it was urgent. Giving her a calculating look he nodded curtly and let her go, deep down he wished she'd stay. He didn't know why he wanted her company, he never wanted anyone's company. It was a rare sight indeed to see Severus Snape having a conversation that didn't end in threats or sarcastic comments.
That dream he had last night was affected him badly, the way she was calling him, it was so strange. Why was this bugging him? It was just a stupid dream, nothing more! But once he put it out of his mind it came charging back, filling the usually dark corners of his mind with flashing dream-like pictures.
He snarled and threw the stirring spoon into the cauldron, bits of potion flying everywhere. Folding his arms, he pouted and glared at the blank wall in front of him. He *was* not going to let this get to him. But it refused to go down without a fight. She was begging him, begging... he shook his head. This truly was stupid. Imagine, him getting worked up over a stupid dream ... him ...
A cold feeling washed over him, something was wrong, very wrong. The cold started at his head and worked its way down, something was going to happen.
This was wrong, he was being stupid, stupid Severus, stupid.
Breaking his train of thought the dungeon door slammed open, he turned around sharply. A small boy was gripping tightly on to her, she was panting hard.
"Kate?"
*
"How could you let her get away?"
Avery hissed to a shaking Jonathan.
"And you, Karkakoff, you were in the room with her?"
No I wasn't, I went outside because I thought I heard someone outside"
Avery grew a couple more niches in size, his hulking body loomed above them.
"You went outside without ME?"
Shouted Avery in a strangled voice, his anger was hitting boiling point ...
"You two are going to find her, I don't care how you do it, just find her. Find her address, find out where she works, IS THAT CLEAR?"
This time he nearly blew their heads off. The other two gave a slow, dejected nods.
"She knows to much, she may even know our names since Karkakoff called me by my last name, NOW GO!"
They walked back a couple of steps then dis-apperated, leaving a fuming Avery pondering over what to say to his Master.
*
"Severus, deatheaters ... get ministry ... dead."
His black eyes stared from her to the tiny boy in her arms, what was going on here? Deatheaters? Oh no, did they go after the Davies, she must be their friends and went to the safe house ... he could kill her now and reveal to everyone his position as a Deatheater or he could play along, maybe a memory charm ... no it was to late.
Her shoulders sagged slightly and eyes fell to the floor. She dragged her feet to a small stool and sat down. Severus stalked over to her, eyes cold and hard.
"What happened?"
His voice held no sympathy, it never did.
"I - there was, deatheaters and they killed her I saved there son. Both dead, call the ministry, Aurors any one!"
She sounded frantic and off beat, her words seemed to cut each other off. He frowned and put the pieces together.
"You can't call for them here, they'll see the potions. Take the Knightbus to the headquarters, you shouldn't apperate if you can't even string a simple sentence together."
Nodding mutely she jumped off the chair and swept out of the room, like a yellow - headed streak across black paper, she left.
That was close, to close for Severus's comfort, he didn't kill, it wasn't -well- it would sabotage his position as a deatheater, yeah that was it. Sabotage, yeah.
Kate sprinted up the stairs, the child in her arms began to cry, cooing softly she threw the door open and stepped out into the night.
Pulling the wand out of her robes she held it directly in front of her. Just on Que. the huge triple-Decker bus stopped jumped out of the nothingness. Then, stepping out of the violent purple bus, was a teenage boy in a purple suit.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard . Just stick out your wand and -
"Yes, yes I know the drill, Ministry head quaters please."
The boy looked quite taken aback at being cut short of his introduction.
"That's Three Sickles, for four Sikles you -
Kate practically threw the money at the boy and jumped abord, found an empty bed and lay down.
The tiny child buried his head into her chest and clung onto her fiercely.
The shocked conductor glared at her back and muttered something to the driver, then with another loud BANG the bus roared into action.
"Kate?'
Mumered the small boy.
"Yes?"
"Where's mama and dada?"
Kate averted her eyes from the child in her arms.
"They've gone away"
"Oh"
He said in a sad little voice.
"Will dey come back?"
"No, Roger."
"If you ever see dem can you tell Mama that I miss her?"
"Sure."
Smiling sweetly he fell fast asleep, not knowing the danger that he was in.
"Ministry headquarters!"
Yelled the teenage boy to a sleepy Kate, grunting she dragged her tired feet to the front of the bus, got off and walked into the tall brick building. She didn't realise what a mess she looked, hair in disarray and clothes torn she approached a ministry official.
"The Davies .."
He looked at her strangely, a auror badge shinning brightly on his crisp navy uniform.
"What about them?"
His voice e was warm and kind, his dark eyes curious.
"Their dead"
The group he was standing with him tensed.
"What happened?"
She looked down, eyes watering.
"I was visiting, the Deatheaters came, killed them both. I saved ... their child."
Putting one hand firmly on her shoulder he directed her to a nice looking middle-aged woman and the group of Aurors dis-aperated.
"Come now, let me relive you of your burden"
Her ascent was Scottish and very musical, reluctantly she handed the child over to her.
"Follow me, you need to see the head of the department of Aurors deary, he's free at the moment."
Nodding glumly he followed the woman through a maze of corridors that where not the least bit welcoming, made her feel like she was in some kind of hospital. Shivering slightly she continued on. This mourning Air was so cold.
I'm frightened to believe.
I must try.
If I stone or I fall.
I'm reaching out in this mourning air.
Okay It might not fit by I like the song, its by Portise head :). More soon.
YAY!
Okay I WAS going to garbage headings but I'll do them when they fit, for this chapter its a no-no. none of the songs would fit *sigh*.
I'll be quiet
Chapter 3: Mourning Air.
Severus groaned and put a long, pale arm over his face. Its was time to get up. Morning. Work.
Another groan escaped his lips as he rolled over, shoving his head under his pillow.
His head ached and his mouth hurt for some reason. He couldn't remember much from last night but got glimpses of a bucking Evan and Avery dancing.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't *want* to know what happened last night.
He peeked out from under his lumpy pillow, 7:10. Ow. Even moving hurt, how much did he drink last night? It wasn't like Severus to drink excessively but I guess last night was an exception.
His head was still spinning from that strange dream he had last night. It was so vivid, a green serpent was chasing him in circles, all he could do was go round and round and round. But there was someone, so close but very far away. It was Kate Montagues voice, she was calling him, begging him to stop. He looked at her, she looked at him. He slowed down, but for her? Why? Ah well, might as well get up. It was only a dream ...
Moving his foot around he found the edge of his bed and timidly stuck his toes out into the morning air, in an instant his foot shot back in. It was freezing! But he had to get up, work.
Slowly but surely he moved his arms out of his bed, then feet, which recoiled slightly when they where forced out of his bed.
And last but not least his head and torso, he shivered and his teeth chattered, but he was out of bed!
Severus stood there, shaking from head to toe, only a thin night-shirt to shield him from the sharp morning air.
His head was throbbing painfully, it felt like to hammers were hitting him on the head, one after the other.
Wincing, he clumsily walked to the shower, banging into various items of furniture. After what seemed like hours he finally reached the glorious, wonders shower.
Holy light seemed to fall on it, angels singing its praises. Stepping in, Severus waited for the cascading warm water to wash over him.
But it didn't.
Sharp needles of ice cold water hit him painfully in the head, he swore magnificently and nursed his aching head.
He promised himself that he would NEVER get drunk again.
*
A long stone chamber stood in silence as three cloaked figures stood before a man on a sliver throne, a snake slithering around his ankles.
"So, this Mudblood was to hard to kill for Lord Voldemorts hand picked servants?"
Said the Man, each word dripping with sarcasm making even the bravest of men shudder in fear.
"I am sorry My Lord"
Whispered one of the three men that stood, no cowered before the towering pillar of hate that was Lord Voldemort.
"Sorry isn't good enough Montague"
He hissed, scarlet eyes narrowed with displeasure. His long, spider like hands pushing himself up so that he towered above the cowering men.
In a wide sweeping movement he took his wand out of his robe pocket, he fingered it lovingly.
"Crucio"
He said in a bored tone, the man on the left fell onto the stone floor, writhing in pain. His arms were flailing in all directions. But the scream that filled the room was horrifying, it was a blood curdling scream that chilled your bones and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"I do not need you're apologies, I need you to do as I tell you."
Waving his wand the screaming stopped and the man lay there, breathing in slowly he got to his feet, wavering slightly but managed not to fall down.
"Is that clear?"
Lord Voldemort whispered, there where mummers of agreement from the three men.
"Now GO"
They quickly bowed then disappeared leaving the snake-like man to his empty chamber of silence.
*
Two woman sat at a small kitchen table, there conversation quiet and thick with emotion.
"Marie your in a safehouse, don't worry"
Whispered the blond one on the left, her hand patting the other gingerly on the back.
"I know, I know. But Kate, what if they find us? What if the ministry gets it wrong? The dark Lord always finishes a job off. And what about? What happens if they kill him too?"
She slid her eyes away from Kate's, tears sliding down her red cheeks. Biting her lip she stared at the table, concentrating on its every bump and scratch. Her son was everything to her, she was never content unless he was near. She was such a worrier, Marie
No words could make this situation any better, realising this she gently put her arms around her friends quivering body, just as she wrapped her arms around Marie broke down, sobbing into Kate's shoulder.
"Shhh, its all right"
Mummered Kate, it was hard for her. Lord Voldemort had already killed her mother and father. She and her husband where next until a couple of Aurors burst in and a brave lad called Long bottom fought the deatheaters off single handily.
They had all escaped and now, out for revenge, the ministry, realising this stuck Marie Davies and her husband in a safe house letting only her best friend, Kate Montague know its location.
While trying to comfort her distraught friend Kate's mind wandered, it wandered to Severus Snape.
He troubled her, immensely. But not now, her friend needed her. She should be there for her, but something was nagging, something was going to happen ...
As she gently held her friend against her three men prowled towards the house...
"Shut up Avery"
Hissed Jonathan Montague, hitting Avery on the back of the head. Muttering obscenities under his breath he continued on, the other three lagging behind.
It was a cloudy night and tiny droplets of rain began to drop from the moody and brooding sky. The three cloaked figures moved forward, their footsteps lost in the night. It would be only commen sense that the ministry had put up guard charms and traps but three experienced deatheaters were up to the job, but if there was a Mad-eye-Moody lurking in the bushes they didn't stand a chance.
Avery reached inside his pocket and pulled out a tiny velvet bag with a gold drawstring that gleamed in the cloudy moonlight.
Opening it he reached inside and drew out a pinch of dark blue powder that oozed power. Striding over to the house he muttered a few words and sprinkled the powder on the ground. Almost instantly the house flickered blue in a few places, then went black once more.
Avery smirked to himself, Severus was definatly one of the best, it took time and pure talent to make a magic disable potion. He remembered in there seventh year Severus stumbled out of his own, private lab, an insane grin spread across his face. That was his own invention, Lord Voldemort thought of Severus Snape very highly, not even he had thought of that one.
What a magic disable does is that it finds any charms that have been placed on a building or person and disables them for at least two hours, it wasn't permanent and could only be used once but it was very handy in these kinds of situations.
Pocketing it he gave the other two a curt nod and prowled off towards the front door, he could hear the sounds of two people talking, they both sounded female.
He beckoned hastily to the others, at once they stationed themselves behind him. On the count of three Avery slammed the door open, Montague and the other guy ran ahead into the kitchen, like hooded demons they grabbed the two woman, the brown hairdo one struggle, screamed and put up an almighty fight. But the other pleaded with Montague to let go, pleaded not to hurt her friend.
But he held on tight, sister or no sister, he wasn't about to lose his life for her.
Avery stomped into the kitchen, you couldn't see his face, you couldn't see any of there faces but this victories feeling that radiated off each one was a sure sign that they were smirking, smirking there great big death eater heads off.
"We've come to finish the job off, mudblood"
The woman whimpered. The other one looked around frantically. Eyeing the others wands with bulging eyes.
The other two snickered quietly. Avery rose his wand and spoke those deadly words with pride.
"Avada Kevadra"
In a flash of green light Marie Davies went cold, her heart stopped and her body halted in its tracks.
A high pitched scream emitted from Kate's mouth, it twisted itself around the room zipped through the dark corridors of the small safe house.
The man that was holding her rammed his hand over her mouth, after a brief struggle she went silent.
Her eyes, they hurt so much, there was nothing left. Out of the haze her reasoning kicked in, the bubbling hate began to boil, it was like a light in her head and been switched off.
Why did this always happen to me? I try so hard to make life better, to be nice, a good person. Why did it always end up like this?
It was like someone had pulled the cover from a hidden object, her anger rose and rose to an unfathomable heights.
It wizzed through her head and covered her eyes until the only thing she could see was that cloaked figure muttering those deadly words, taking what she had loved the most. Her best friend.
Body coiled like a spring, hands balled into tiny fists that suffocating cover was thrown over, like someone had drenched her in cold water, that red hot anger left her in a thick cloud of steam.
Once again the raging demon had left her, taking its courage with it. Now, she was just a scared snivelling woman.
She stood there , tears pouring down her disbelieving face.
How could she?
How could she let it escape again ? Her friends life *could* have been avenged if she hadn't, she hadn't crawled under her shell again.
If she hadn't felt ... scared.
The mans arms held on to her tightly holding her limp, shocked body back with minimum effort.
How could she?
A small cry pierced the bitter silence, it sounded faint yet near.
Roger ... there was still time ..
Pushing the deatheaters sagging arms off her she sprinted down a dark deserted hallway, her heart hammering in her ears.
A sign, a noise. Come on ...
Her ears heard the baby wail again, this way. She burst through a closed door, on the bed lay Fred Davies, pale and stiff his face screwed up in rage. She could just see it, deatheater comes in, he lunges at him. There's a small figure shaking his fathers arm, his tiny face is covered in tears.
"Dada, you gotta wake up. Dada, muma's waiting. Dada come on you gotta get up!"
He shook his fathers arm more vigorously. He didn't understand, neither did she. Biting down hard on her lower lip she ran over a grabbed the tiny boy around the waist, he screamed and struggled against her. He kept on screaming 'Dada!', his tiny hands reaching out to the man on the bed.
Foot steps thundered down the hall ...
A wand, any wand. She ran her hands over the bedside table, lucky for her she came in contact with a long wooden utensil.
Just as the deatheaters slammed the door open, just as the all roared the same deadly curse, Kate Montague dis-apperated.
*
Severus stirred his Potion , looking dreamily into its swirling pools of molten orange. Kate had left early to see a friend, she said she couldn't tell but it was urgent. Giving her a calculating look he nodded curtly and let her go, deep down he wished she'd stay. He didn't know why he wanted her company, he never wanted anyone's company. It was a rare sight indeed to see Severus Snape having a conversation that didn't end in threats or sarcastic comments.
That dream he had last night was affected him badly, the way she was calling him, it was so strange. Why was this bugging him? It was just a stupid dream, nothing more! But once he put it out of his mind it came charging back, filling the usually dark corners of his mind with flashing dream-like pictures.
He snarled and threw the stirring spoon into the cauldron, bits of potion flying everywhere. Folding his arms, he pouted and glared at the blank wall in front of him. He *was* not going to let this get to him. But it refused to go down without a fight. She was begging him, begging... he shook his head. This truly was stupid. Imagine, him getting worked up over a stupid dream ... him ...
A cold feeling washed over him, something was wrong, very wrong. The cold started at his head and worked its way down, something was going to happen.
This was wrong, he was being stupid, stupid Severus, stupid.
Breaking his train of thought the dungeon door slammed open, he turned around sharply. A small boy was gripping tightly on to her, she was panting hard.
"Kate?"
*
"How could you let her get away?"
Avery hissed to a shaking Jonathan.
"And you, Karkakoff, you were in the room with her?"
No I wasn't, I went outside because I thought I heard someone outside"
Avery grew a couple more niches in size, his hulking body loomed above them.
"You went outside without ME?"
Shouted Avery in a strangled voice, his anger was hitting boiling point ...
"You two are going to find her, I don't care how you do it, just find her. Find her address, find out where she works, IS THAT CLEAR?"
This time he nearly blew their heads off. The other two gave a slow, dejected nods.
"She knows to much, she may even know our names since Karkakoff called me by my last name, NOW GO!"
They walked back a couple of steps then dis-apperated, leaving a fuming Avery pondering over what to say to his Master.
*
"Severus, deatheaters ... get ministry ... dead."
His black eyes stared from her to the tiny boy in her arms, what was going on here? Deatheaters? Oh no, did they go after the Davies, she must be their friends and went to the safe house ... he could kill her now and reveal to everyone his position as a Deatheater or he could play along, maybe a memory charm ... no it was to late.
Her shoulders sagged slightly and eyes fell to the floor. She dragged her feet to a small stool and sat down. Severus stalked over to her, eyes cold and hard.
"What happened?"
His voice held no sympathy, it never did.
"I - there was, deatheaters and they killed her I saved there son. Both dead, call the ministry, Aurors any one!"
She sounded frantic and off beat, her words seemed to cut each other off. He frowned and put the pieces together.
"You can't call for them here, they'll see the potions. Take the Knightbus to the headquarters, you shouldn't apperate if you can't even string a simple sentence together."
Nodding mutely she jumped off the chair and swept out of the room, like a yellow - headed streak across black paper, she left.
That was close, to close for Severus's comfort, he didn't kill, it wasn't -well- it would sabotage his position as a deatheater, yeah that was it. Sabotage, yeah.
Kate sprinted up the stairs, the child in her arms began to cry, cooing softly she threw the door open and stepped out into the night.
Pulling the wand out of her robes she held it directly in front of her. Just on Que. the huge triple-Decker bus stopped jumped out of the nothingness. Then, stepping out of the violent purple bus, was a teenage boy in a purple suit.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard . Just stick out your wand and -
"Yes, yes I know the drill, Ministry head quaters please."
The boy looked quite taken aback at being cut short of his introduction.
"That's Three Sickles, for four Sikles you -
Kate practically threw the money at the boy and jumped abord, found an empty bed and lay down.
The tiny child buried his head into her chest and clung onto her fiercely.
The shocked conductor glared at her back and muttered something to the driver, then with another loud BANG the bus roared into action.
"Kate?'
Mumered the small boy.
"Yes?"
"Where's mama and dada?"
Kate averted her eyes from the child in her arms.
"They've gone away"
"Oh"
He said in a sad little voice.
"Will dey come back?"
"No, Roger."
"If you ever see dem can you tell Mama that I miss her?"
"Sure."
Smiling sweetly he fell fast asleep, not knowing the danger that he was in.
"Ministry headquarters!"
Yelled the teenage boy to a sleepy Kate, grunting she dragged her tired feet to the front of the bus, got off and walked into the tall brick building. She didn't realise what a mess she looked, hair in disarray and clothes torn she approached a ministry official.
"The Davies .."
He looked at her strangely, a auror badge shinning brightly on his crisp navy uniform.
"What about them?"
His voice e was warm and kind, his dark eyes curious.
"Their dead"
The group he was standing with him tensed.
"What happened?"
She looked down, eyes watering.
"I was visiting, the Deatheaters came, killed them both. I saved ... their child."
Putting one hand firmly on her shoulder he directed her to a nice looking middle-aged woman and the group of Aurors dis-aperated.
"Come now, let me relive you of your burden"
Her ascent was Scottish and very musical, reluctantly she handed the child over to her.
"Follow me, you need to see the head of the department of Aurors deary, he's free at the moment."
Nodding glumly he followed the woman through a maze of corridors that where not the least bit welcoming, made her feel like she was in some kind of hospital. Shivering slightly she continued on. This mourning Air was so cold.
I'm frightened to believe.
I must try.
If I stone or I fall.
I'm reaching out in this mourning air.
Okay It might not fit by I like the song, its by Portise head :). More soon.