Title: Back to the Future
Chapter Six: A Visionary Plan
Author: Kitty Malfoy
Don't have anything to see, 'cept enjoy, and sorry for it being so short.
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Serenity's body shuddered as the vision racked her body. It had been so long that it had caught her by surprise. The porcelain comb fell from her fingers and shattered on her vanity table. Her black eyes rolled into the back if her head and her limp body slid out of the chair and hit the ground with a dull 'thud'.
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A crack like a whip lanced through the air above them.
Just as the both began their attacks, a woman's voice pierced through the tense aura around them.
"Stop!" the voice cried out.
The two men turned to see a ghostly white figure walk straight towards them. Sirius stumbled forward in surprise and when he righted himself, he came eye-to-eye with large, cold eyes.
"Serenity?!" Snape gasped, for indeed it was her who stood before them.
"Yes. I must speak with you." She said mechanically, in a dark voice not at all like her usual husky tone, filled with emotion - she sounded as if she had died.
"I have had another vision, and I believe I can kill Voldemort." She stated.
"Are you insane?! He's gained too much power, and with Harry dead--" Sirius exclaimed.
"He'll kill you in an instant!" Severus shouted, adding his own protest to Sirius'.
Serenity looked them both straight in the eye. "There is no other way."
"There has to be." Sirius insisted. He reached out to grab her shoulders, but his hands slid right through her. He stumbled back in surprise.
"What--?" Severus started.
"Astral projection. This is my spirit body. My physical body is still at Malfoy Manor."
"So you're not dead?" Sirius asked.
"Of course not, you nitwit. If I was dead there would be no possible way to kill Voldemort." She said scathingly.
Sirius held back his hurt. " Are you okay?" He concern masking his hurt. Serenity turned her head to look at him with cold, unfeeling eyes and gazed at him in confusion.
Emotions swirled in his brown eyes that she didn't even know existed- couldn't even grasp.
"What are you?!" She shouted in an accusing tone. Her voice hitched with uncertainty.
"Excuse me?!" Sirius exclaimed, bewildered.
She stepped so close to him that their noses were almost touching. Sirius almost shuddered as coldness surrounded him and threatened to suffocate him. The coldness seemed to fall from her body like snowflakes!
"YOU!" She accused, "You have so many feelings," she said the word with disgust, "Feelings for ME, as if we have something. Yet...you are a stranger to me!"
Sirius' breath hitched in his throat and he stumbled backwards. He reached out to her. "How can you not remember?"
She glared, stonily at him. "Don't touch me!" she hissed.
Then, a pitiful wail escaped Serenity's lips, and to Sirius she looked, suddenly, very small. Her floating hair drifted, limply, over half her face and her eyes were wide and scared.
"I'm so afraid." She whispered in a tiny voice, "So much darkness...trapped."
Suddenly her soft, rounded features flickered. Her face hardened, and her eyes glittered angrily. She looked at Sirius and pointed at him accusingly.
"What are you doing to me!?" She hissed. Her features flickered between scared and soft, and angry and dark.
"Help me.Sirius." the child-like voice pleaded - then the cold Serenity was back.
"My rescue is at the bottom of the list. Destroying Voldemort is at the top. Don't get in my way!" She crossed her arms across her chest and with a scowl-disappeared.
Sirius stared blankly at the spot where Serenity had just been, and started when Severus laid a hand on his shoulder.
"We should inform Hermione and Mr. Malfoy." he said somberly.
Sirius nodded dumbly and followed his colleague down the hall.
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Serenity's body shuddered slightly on the silk covers of her bed, as her astral body sunk back down into it. As the last ghostly, silver strand of hair joined her living body, her eyes snapped open.
She laid there for a moment, regaining her thoughts then she slid off her bed angrily. Beads of perspiration rolled down her face, and her long golden hair snaked around her shoulders, and clung damply to her arms. Her long fingernails raked furiously through the roots of her hair, and she scowled at her reflection in the mirror across from her.
How could those fools at Hogwarts not believe me! she thought in frustration. Standing up she stripped of her clothes with unabashed carelessness, and strode over to her vanity with powerful, long strides.
Reaching across the table she searched for a porcelain comb that wasn't there. Shifting her body, she felt a coldness connect with her foot, and looked down. The remains of her shattered comb littered the floor beside her feet and surrounding her chair. She hissed in anger, and ripped open a drawer a grabbed an oak brush.
She left the drawer hanging open rather crookedly, and pulled the brush through her matted, tangled hair. With a few twists she had piled her hair on top off her head and secured it with several hair ties.
She crossed the small expanse of the room and pushed open the door to her adjoining bathroom. Leaning over the edge of her Jacuzzi bathtub she turned the knob and began to fill it for her bath.
Then she opened the cabinets underneath the sink and pulled out several pillars of candles. She struck a match and stared darkly into the flickering flame for a moment before lowering it to the wick and lighting the candles. Flicking the lights off she lowered herself into the Jacuzzi and mulled through her thoughts.
She knew she could kill Voldemort, and she knew that she would kill him and that she must kill him. That was all that mattered now. All that kept her going. She stared off into the darkness of the room, and stared unseeing at the strange shadows formed in the candlelight.
Then a small ebb of doubt formed in her mind. What happened when she did kill him? The darkness would take over and either she would lose herself completely or she would die.
A picture began to form in the darkness, and she sat up straighter in the Jacuzzi. Large, soulful, chocolate brown eyes stared at her in the candlelight. Never blinking, never moving, never changing. Always the same. And it scared her. What was this feeling that she saw in those eyes? Could it be love? For her? Could anyone love her that much? It was an impossibility. Such love only happened in faerie tales and nursery rhymes. This was reality, and such things were beyond any mortals' grasp.
Angry at herself for allowing her mind to wander to such pointless, endeavors she hoisted herself out of the bath, relaxation forgotten, and hurried out of the bathroom - a towel around her chest.
Grabbing her brush she closed her eyes and began to work it through her hair, again. Opening her eyes, the large brown eyes stared back at her, and she gasped in surprise.
She quickly finished brushing out her hair, and climbed into bed. The eyes never left her line of vision as if they haunted her. Even when she closed her eyes, they came, and sleep would not claim her.
She tossed and turned all night, and didn't sleep at all. By Saturday morning her hair was one giant knot, and her sheets were either on the floor or smashed against the footboard.
Suddenly the door opened slightly and Cassandra's small form scrambled in. "My Lady. It is time for you to get ready-"
"Why?" Serenity asked rather irritated.
"The Master says we must take you shopping today. He wants his daughter to look her best for her meeting with Voldemort."
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Sorry so short. But don't worry I will write more ASAP! I just wanted to get this out there for two reasons 1) Because I just got back from camp and I haven't posted in ages, and 2) Because Sharlee keeps bugging me about it, and it distracts her from her (and I quote) "gay problems".
Next chapter will be up soon!
Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)
Don't have anything to see, 'cept enjoy, and sorry for it being so short.
~*******~*******~*******~*******~*******~
Serenity's body shuddered as the vision racked her body. It had been so long that it had caught her by surprise. The porcelain comb fell from her fingers and shattered on her vanity table. Her black eyes rolled into the back if her head and her limp body slid out of the chair and hit the ground with a dull 'thud'.
~*******~*******~*******~*******~*******~
A crack like a whip lanced through the air above them.
Just as the both began their attacks, a woman's voice pierced through the tense aura around them.
"Stop!" the voice cried out.
The two men turned to see a ghostly white figure walk straight towards them. Sirius stumbled forward in surprise and when he righted himself, he came eye-to-eye with large, cold eyes.
"Serenity?!" Snape gasped, for indeed it was her who stood before them.
"Yes. I must speak with you." She said mechanically, in a dark voice not at all like her usual husky tone, filled with emotion - she sounded as if she had died.
"I have had another vision, and I believe I can kill Voldemort." She stated.
"Are you insane?! He's gained too much power, and with Harry dead--" Sirius exclaimed.
"He'll kill you in an instant!" Severus shouted, adding his own protest to Sirius'.
Serenity looked them both straight in the eye. "There is no other way."
"There has to be." Sirius insisted. He reached out to grab her shoulders, but his hands slid right through her. He stumbled back in surprise.
"What--?" Severus started.
"Astral projection. This is my spirit body. My physical body is still at Malfoy Manor."
"So you're not dead?" Sirius asked.
"Of course not, you nitwit. If I was dead there would be no possible way to kill Voldemort." She said scathingly.
Sirius held back his hurt. " Are you okay?" He concern masking his hurt. Serenity turned her head to look at him with cold, unfeeling eyes and gazed at him in confusion.
Emotions swirled in his brown eyes that she didn't even know existed- couldn't even grasp.
"What are you?!" She shouted in an accusing tone. Her voice hitched with uncertainty.
"Excuse me?!" Sirius exclaimed, bewildered.
She stepped so close to him that their noses were almost touching. Sirius almost shuddered as coldness surrounded him and threatened to suffocate him. The coldness seemed to fall from her body like snowflakes!
"YOU!" She accused, "You have so many feelings," she said the word with disgust, "Feelings for ME, as if we have something. Yet...you are a stranger to me!"
Sirius' breath hitched in his throat and he stumbled backwards. He reached out to her. "How can you not remember?"
She glared, stonily at him. "Don't touch me!" she hissed.
Then, a pitiful wail escaped Serenity's lips, and to Sirius she looked, suddenly, very small. Her floating hair drifted, limply, over half her face and her eyes were wide and scared.
"I'm so afraid." She whispered in a tiny voice, "So much darkness...trapped."
Suddenly her soft, rounded features flickered. Her face hardened, and her eyes glittered angrily. She looked at Sirius and pointed at him accusingly.
"What are you doing to me!?" She hissed. Her features flickered between scared and soft, and angry and dark.
"Help me.Sirius." the child-like voice pleaded - then the cold Serenity was back.
"My rescue is at the bottom of the list. Destroying Voldemort is at the top. Don't get in my way!" She crossed her arms across her chest and with a scowl-disappeared.
Sirius stared blankly at the spot where Serenity had just been, and started when Severus laid a hand on his shoulder.
"We should inform Hermione and Mr. Malfoy." he said somberly.
Sirius nodded dumbly and followed his colleague down the hall.
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Serenity's body shuddered slightly on the silk covers of her bed, as her astral body sunk back down into it. As the last ghostly, silver strand of hair joined her living body, her eyes snapped open.
She laid there for a moment, regaining her thoughts then she slid off her bed angrily. Beads of perspiration rolled down her face, and her long golden hair snaked around her shoulders, and clung damply to her arms. Her long fingernails raked furiously through the roots of her hair, and she scowled at her reflection in the mirror across from her.
How could those fools at Hogwarts not believe me! she thought in frustration. Standing up she stripped of her clothes with unabashed carelessness, and strode over to her vanity with powerful, long strides.
Reaching across the table she searched for a porcelain comb that wasn't there. Shifting her body, she felt a coldness connect with her foot, and looked down. The remains of her shattered comb littered the floor beside her feet and surrounding her chair. She hissed in anger, and ripped open a drawer a grabbed an oak brush.
She left the drawer hanging open rather crookedly, and pulled the brush through her matted, tangled hair. With a few twists she had piled her hair on top off her head and secured it with several hair ties.
She crossed the small expanse of the room and pushed open the door to her adjoining bathroom. Leaning over the edge of her Jacuzzi bathtub she turned the knob and began to fill it for her bath.
Then she opened the cabinets underneath the sink and pulled out several pillars of candles. She struck a match and stared darkly into the flickering flame for a moment before lowering it to the wick and lighting the candles. Flicking the lights off she lowered herself into the Jacuzzi and mulled through her thoughts.
She knew she could kill Voldemort, and she knew that she would kill him and that she must kill him. That was all that mattered now. All that kept her going. She stared off into the darkness of the room, and stared unseeing at the strange shadows formed in the candlelight.
Then a small ebb of doubt formed in her mind. What happened when she did kill him? The darkness would take over and either she would lose herself completely or she would die.
A picture began to form in the darkness, and she sat up straighter in the Jacuzzi. Large, soulful, chocolate brown eyes stared at her in the candlelight. Never blinking, never moving, never changing. Always the same. And it scared her. What was this feeling that she saw in those eyes? Could it be love? For her? Could anyone love her that much? It was an impossibility. Such love only happened in faerie tales and nursery rhymes. This was reality, and such things were beyond any mortals' grasp.
Angry at herself for allowing her mind to wander to such pointless, endeavors she hoisted herself out of the bath, relaxation forgotten, and hurried out of the bathroom - a towel around her chest.
Grabbing her brush she closed her eyes and began to work it through her hair, again. Opening her eyes, the large brown eyes stared back at her, and she gasped in surprise.
She quickly finished brushing out her hair, and climbed into bed. The eyes never left her line of vision as if they haunted her. Even when she closed her eyes, they came, and sleep would not claim her.
She tossed and turned all night, and didn't sleep at all. By Saturday morning her hair was one giant knot, and her sheets were either on the floor or smashed against the footboard.
Suddenly the door opened slightly and Cassandra's small form scrambled in. "My Lady. It is time for you to get ready-"
"Why?" Serenity asked rather irritated.
"The Master says we must take you shopping today. He wants his daughter to look her best for her meeting with Voldemort."
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Sorry so short. But don't worry I will write more ASAP! I just wanted to get this out there for two reasons 1) Because I just got back from camp and I haven't posted in ages, and 2) Because Sharlee keeps bugging me about it, and it distracts her from her (and I quote) "gay problems".
Next chapter will be up soon!
Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)
