THEY'RE ONLY 30 YEARS APART....

Chapter eight - Threats

Oh, making things up is becoming more and more difficult.... Maybe I should start to round things off. But I'm definitely not going to have a lousy end. That's for sure. So, what do you guys want? A sad, happy or normal end? Must it be open?

This version has spelling/grammar corrections, done by MistressofMayhem2005 in it, and replaced words I couldn't come up with, instead of all those long-winded sentences. Done by Peeves!

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Megan didn't know how long she cried, but she could remember Snape's embittered face. He didn't speak, but just stared out of the window. She remembered how she had tried to sleep, but couldn't because of the abundance of thoughts that plagued her. She kept hearing the screaming, seeing the gate, and smelling the scent of death. She was so scared that she didn't even notice when Snape took off.

Snape appeared in a dark haze... More and more dark figures appeared. They gathered around another even darker person (lol). Snape recognized him, even though he had changed a lot since previous encounters. It was Voldemort. Snape recognized the person who pulled of his cape now, too. Malfoy. Snape walked to him, trying to hide his anger.

"May I hear the reason for killing those people?" he asked, sounding calm, fuming inward.

"What people do you mean? I stopped counting them." Malfoy answered like it was the most normal thing of the world.

"You know what I mean. The parents of the mudblood."

"I really have no idea. I've killed so many mud..-"

"TELL ME!"

Malfoy squinted his eyes and lifted his head, scrutinizing Snape.

"Oh, I remember! You mean the parents of your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend...." Snape said through his teeth, barely moving his lips.

"Really? But you two do seem to be very attracted, don't you? Or was it just the imagination of my son when he saw you two at the ball, together?"

"I'm warning you, Malfoy, stay out."

"Stay out of what?" The dark voice of Voldemort cut off their conversation. Malfoy stepped forward and bowed.

"Severus is angry because we killed the parents of his fiancée, Lord. We actually wanted to kill her, but he stood in the way." he said, jerking his head at Snape. "It seemed like he protected her." Some deatheaters chuckled. Voldemort turned to Snape. "Is this true, Severus?"

"No, it's absolutely false. She's definitely not my fiancée, and I've got no reason to protect her."

"If not, then why don't YOU kill her?" Malfoy said.

"Because I've got no reason to." Snape snarled.

"Now you've got one," Voldemort evilly smiled. "It is my will."

Megan was staring to the ground. Her head was totally empty. She was tired, but still couldn't sleep. She was hungry, but didn't have the appetite to eat. She felt like crying, but there were no tears left. She wanted to scream, but her voice was gone. She really wished she could do something - anything. From not far away, she heard the screaming and crying of other people. They had probably just discovered the slaughter. All of sudden, Snape came running into the room again.

"Wow, I'm thinking of letting you pay for entering the room." Megan said, inspite of the helplessness of the situation.

"You've got to get away from here." Snape pulled her off the chair, and dragged her outside. Megan roughly broke away from him.

"I can walk on my own!" she snapped. "And you'd better first tell me what this is about!"

Snape seemed to be a little confused, but he re-established.

"If that's what you want. They want me to kill you. I refused."

"WHO wants you to kill me?"

"Voldemort and the other Deatheaters." He impatiently looked around.

"What?" Megan yelled full of disbelief. "You're still with them?!"

"No, listen-"

"No, YOU listen! I'm not going with you, you BETRAYER! No matter what you'll say or do!" She turned around, and started to run. Snape desperately followed her with his eyes. Many people had accused him of betrayal, but this time it hit him hard.

"So, the girl left you?" Snape heard a voice behind him, definitely Malfoy's.

He slowly turned around. Malfoy and 4 other deatheaters stood before him, brandishing their wands.

"The Lord gave us the charge to kill you and your.... Ex-girlfriend."

Snape felt his anger and hatred grow. But his fears grew with them - if they killed him, Megan would certainly be killed as well. He had to find her before Malfoy did. There was no chance in attempting to defeat 5 deatheaters; Snape turned around, and fled. He could hear Malfoy cackling behind him. Megan couldn't go far. But where could she be? The gate!

Snape cut back to the gate, and found her at the bottom of it.

When she heard his footsteps, she stood up.

"Let's go." she breathed. Snape nodded.

"Where are we going?" Megan asked after walking for a few minutes.

"The woods." Snape muttered.

"Woods? Are we safe in the woods?" Snape didn't answer. He just walked farther. She didn't really care where they were going. It gave her some time to think. She regretted her explosion. Everything was so strange.

She didn't mean to call him a "betrayer". She didn't mind him being a deatheater, in fact she actually trusted him. As she mulled over these thoughts, they reached the woods.

"Find a herb with yellow balls on its tip - it's not hard to find. Don't go to deep into the wood."

Megan nodded, and walked off the path. She lifted up a leaf, and saw some bugs running away from the sunlight. She heard something nearby, and walked a little farther so she could see it was a little brook. She realized she was very thirsty, and she drank some water. On the other side of the brook she saw the yellow plant. She went through the refreshing water, and got the plant. She waited on the path for Snape to return. When he came back, Snape bit on his lip.

"Found everything?" Megan asked, and handed him the plant. She noticed the blood on his hand. "Bitten?" she asked.

Snape nodded. "Stupid spiders," he muttered, and put down the plants on the ground.

He lit a fire, and Megan realized he was going to make a potion. Of course, he's potion master, right?

"What's the potion for?"

"Some sort of shield. It protects you against some curses."

Megan had a lot more questions. "Why did you come to get me in first place?"

Snape looked up. "What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously. Megan laughed because of that, so Snape looked confused.

"I mean this morning, silly. You just came in running. To tell me the deatheaters were coming?"

Snape stared at the ground. "No," he said after a short silence. "You had forgotten your toothbrush." He tried to look serious and sarcastic at the same time, so it became very odd.

Megan could just suppress her laughing. "Okay, and what about the deatheaters?"

Snape explained the whole thing (you know what I mean by saying 'the whole thing', right? The spy thing, etc), and it relieved Megan a lot. She suddenly started feeling dizzy, and clung to a tree. Confused she shook her head and squeezed her eyes.

"Something wrong?" she could hear Snape say. If she had the power she would have yelled she was fine, but the situation was too bad. She fell on the ground, and fought to stay conscious. She tried to stand up, but Snape commanded her to lay back. "You're turning green..." he noticed, with some revulsion. "What have you been eating?"

Megan tried to breathe normally, and said she hadn't eaten anything. But she drank something, though.... "Brook," she muttered, and pointed at the direction of it. Snape walked to it and looked for any poisoning plants. He searched under water and grabbed a black seaweed. Darn it.... He ran back, and started to make an antidote. Megan watched it until her pounding head overwhelmed her, drowning out all other sound.

She was forced to listen to the rhythm of it; slowly first, but it went louder and faster. She screamed, but couldn't hear herself. From far away she heard screaming, and she felt somebody drop next to her. She concentrated to hear the words, but the pounding obstructed that. Then her head was being pushed back, and she felt something liquid in her mouth. True to nature she swallowed it. The pounding disappeared just as fast as it appeared. She could open her eyes again, and saw a group of persons standing around them. Snape was sitting next to her, with a bottle in his hands.

"Well, shouldn't you introduce us, now she's healed?" a man said. Megan couldn't see his face because of the black cowl. Snape kept silence.

"If you don't, than I will. Madame, I'm Lucius Malfoy."

Megan didn't like his voice. It was soft, but very unfriendly. "You're a deatheater?" Megan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I am." He offered his hand to Megan to stand up, but Megan ignored it. She wouldn't fall for his 'gentle' tricks.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, really. But the Dark Lord is interested you two. So you will come with me."

They hadn't got a choice.

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Maybe a lot Deatheaters stuff involved in this part…. So what. I had to come up with SOMEthing, hadn't I? Thanks again for reading, and if you do so, reviewing.