Author: Neritic Nebula
Disclaimer: You know the drill
Title: Blackest Star
Chapter 2: A Snaky Party
A/N: Hello, no sorry, this is not a new chapter, but I swear to all that have emailed me that I am working on a new one. To tell the truth, I sort of lost interest because of lack of sleep, but I'm back on track, after some great encouragement. In a message of shameless propaganda, I'm writing a new Harry/Draco story, and if people read it, I will feel happy and motivated and work on this story more! (The logic made sense to me.) So anyway, thank you everyone who had read this story. I finally figured out how to fix the formatting for this chapter, and I edited embarrassingly bad things out of the first chapter. Thank you! A special thank you to eMu, who wrote me such a nice e-mail that I felt tingly.
The May Before Hogwarts Year One, Severus Snape's 11th B-day Party
"You both had better be well behaved, and uphold the family honor," Sirius' father Demetri said in accented clips, with a remarkably straight face for such antiquated language. "I know you two don't like the Snape boy, but he is very important, and I will not have my sons disgracing me. Remember," he said, with a particular glare at Aidan, "friendships exist for benefits."
Sirius mumbled under his breath in a rather heated manner, while Aidan looked merely bored. Mercifully, his father moved onto Sirius' sister Alexandra, who remarkably managed to escape the lecture with a kind word, and tentative pat on the head.
With a whoosh of Floo Powder, they were gone.
Sirius emerged from the fireplace, graceful as always, and glanced around before proceeding into the next room, following his family members. He glanced around at the rich, blood red draperies and elaborate chandelier. A smile parted his pale skin as he saw his best friend Mordred Lestrange, reluctantly standing next to the birthday boy himself, who Sirius pointedly ignored.
Mordred slowly walked up to Sirius, and drawled, "Have you heard the news? Snape's mother ran off with some mudblood Quidditch player."
Sirius laughed nastily, not noticing or not caring about the pointed glares it drew to the two boys Voldemort fondly called 'nephews.' "Really? I suppose we should be nice to poor Snape then."
"We could send a condolence card..."
"In blood?"
Snape continued to stand by himself at his own party, while the men discussed 'business matters,' the women gossiped about the disappearance of Elaina Snape, and how wasn't Alexandra Black was turning out to be such a lovely girl? Sirius and Mordred soon drew a crowd of other boys, such as their friend Lucius Malfoy, and Avery Nott, who was really, in their view, little better than Snape. Aidan remained on the outside, occasionally talking to an adult.
A black cloud appeared in the center of the room. From it emerged Lord Voldemort himself. His crimson gaze was cold. A collective cry of "Greetings my Lord!" passed throughout the kneeling room, though some remained in nervous silence, glancing furtively around.
Voldemort gave a benign yet terrifying smile, and proceeded to the birthday boy. Sirius inched slowly away from his dark lord. "Hello Severus. Eleven, is it? And Hogwarts in the fall? This requires some sort of present, I suppose. How about it, Severus? What does your dark little heart desire?"
Torn from his sulking misery, Snape looked up, and stammered, "My Lor...d is t..oo.. generous. I only want what he wants."
Voldemort let out a ringing laugh. "Wise answer, young Severus. Hmm... What do I want?"
No one met his gaze.
"I would like the realization of my goals. Unfortunately," and his voice became stern, cracking with power, "some less loyal than Severus here have made mistakes that have recently come to my attention. A punishment is in order. And so I give you the ultimate gift, Severus. The chance to serve me."
Desperate to prove himself, though a tad nervous, Snape eagerly asked, "What shall I do, my Lord?"
"Regrettably, it is necessary to teach some of our younger members a valuable lesson." Several people looked decidedly nervous. "Do you know Cruciatus?"
"Yes... my Lord."
"Wonderful," Voldemort exclaimed. "Now please... come here, Aidan."
Sirius saw Aidan's eyes widen in shock, then dull in realization. Aidan strode to the center of the room, trying to remain calm. Still, his shaking fingers drew the attention of the wary Sirius.
"Yes, my Lord?" Aidan asked.
"Do you deny that you have, on several occasions, committed kind acts towards muggles, and have even been corresponding with a young Mudblood in Ravenclaw," Voldemort harshly demanded. He lifted Aidan's chin with a sinister smile, attempting to look quizzically innocent.
Gasps went around the room. All Sirius could think was No, No, No, No.
Aidan visibly gulped, but then his blue eyes glared defensively, and he said, "I do not deny it, my Lord."
"At least you do not lie to me boy. But still, you must receive a punishment for your transgressions. I shall not easily forget this." Voldemort snapped.
Voldemort turned back to Snape. "Here's your chance. Torture him."
Snape hesitantly lifted his wand, and stuttered, "Cruuccio... Ccrucioo..."
Voldemort gave a sigh of disgust. "Is no one capable of serving me? No young man wishes to prove himself?"
Sirius was still in a catonic state, dreading what was to come. However, at his side, Mordred slowly spoke up. "I will serve you, my Lord."
Sirius rapidly turned to his best friend, who refused to meet his gaze. The bitter stab of indecision settled in Sirius's mind. His best friend, or his brother?
"Come here, Mordred," Voldemort said.
Mordred walked resolutely to Voldemort, lifted his wand, and without a second glance, shouted, "Crucio!"
As Sirius watched in horror, Aidan jerked violently, though he refused to make a sound. People hid their eyes, and Sirius's father stared resolutely into a corner, while his mother and sister seemed primarily concerned about how this was going to affect their social standing, though a slight, wet drop may have invaded the corner of Alexandra's eye. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, until Sirius yelled, "STOP!" ignoring the looks of shock on the members of the loose ring surrounding Aidan's motionless form.
Voldemort turned quizacly to Sirius, who ran to Voldemort's feet and begged, "Please my Lord, stop, don't torture him any more."
Voldemort sighed, and said, "Very well." Lestrange stopped, trembling. Aidan passed out in the middle of the floor. Voldemort announced, "The party is over," and promptly vanished.
Slowly others began to leave, including Mordred and Sirius' family, who tried to ignore the glances of hatred Sirius sent their way. Soon, the only two people in the room were an unconscious Aidan, being repeatedly shaken by Sirius, who was trying to ignore the hot tears dripping down his own face.
Disclaimer: You know the drill
Title: Blackest Star
Chapter 2: A Snaky Party
A/N: Hello, no sorry, this is not a new chapter, but I swear to all that have emailed me that I am working on a new one. To tell the truth, I sort of lost interest because of lack of sleep, but I'm back on track, after some great encouragement. In a message of shameless propaganda, I'm writing a new Harry/Draco story, and if people read it, I will feel happy and motivated and work on this story more! (The logic made sense to me.) So anyway, thank you everyone who had read this story. I finally figured out how to fix the formatting for this chapter, and I edited embarrassingly bad things out of the first chapter. Thank you! A special thank you to eMu, who wrote me such a nice e-mail that I felt tingly.
The May Before Hogwarts Year One, Severus Snape's 11th B-day Party
"You both had better be well behaved, and uphold the family honor," Sirius' father Demetri said in accented clips, with a remarkably straight face for such antiquated language. "I know you two don't like the Snape boy, but he is very important, and I will not have my sons disgracing me. Remember," he said, with a particular glare at Aidan, "friendships exist for benefits."
Sirius mumbled under his breath in a rather heated manner, while Aidan looked merely bored. Mercifully, his father moved onto Sirius' sister Alexandra, who remarkably managed to escape the lecture with a kind word, and tentative pat on the head.
With a whoosh of Floo Powder, they were gone.
Sirius emerged from the fireplace, graceful as always, and glanced around before proceeding into the next room, following his family members. He glanced around at the rich, blood red draperies and elaborate chandelier. A smile parted his pale skin as he saw his best friend Mordred Lestrange, reluctantly standing next to the birthday boy himself, who Sirius pointedly ignored.
Mordred slowly walked up to Sirius, and drawled, "Have you heard the news? Snape's mother ran off with some mudblood Quidditch player."
Sirius laughed nastily, not noticing or not caring about the pointed glares it drew to the two boys Voldemort fondly called 'nephews.' "Really? I suppose we should be nice to poor Snape then."
"We could send a condolence card..."
"In blood?"
Snape continued to stand by himself at his own party, while the men discussed 'business matters,' the women gossiped about the disappearance of Elaina Snape, and how wasn't Alexandra Black was turning out to be such a lovely girl? Sirius and Mordred soon drew a crowd of other boys, such as their friend Lucius Malfoy, and Avery Nott, who was really, in their view, little better than Snape. Aidan remained on the outside, occasionally talking to an adult.
A black cloud appeared in the center of the room. From it emerged Lord Voldemort himself. His crimson gaze was cold. A collective cry of "Greetings my Lord!" passed throughout the kneeling room, though some remained in nervous silence, glancing furtively around.
Voldemort gave a benign yet terrifying smile, and proceeded to the birthday boy. Sirius inched slowly away from his dark lord. "Hello Severus. Eleven, is it? And Hogwarts in the fall? This requires some sort of present, I suppose. How about it, Severus? What does your dark little heart desire?"
Torn from his sulking misery, Snape looked up, and stammered, "My Lor...d is t..oo.. generous. I only want what he wants."
Voldemort let out a ringing laugh. "Wise answer, young Severus. Hmm... What do I want?"
No one met his gaze.
"I would like the realization of my goals. Unfortunately," and his voice became stern, cracking with power, "some less loyal than Severus here have made mistakes that have recently come to my attention. A punishment is in order. And so I give you the ultimate gift, Severus. The chance to serve me."
Desperate to prove himself, though a tad nervous, Snape eagerly asked, "What shall I do, my Lord?"
"Regrettably, it is necessary to teach some of our younger members a valuable lesson." Several people looked decidedly nervous. "Do you know Cruciatus?"
"Yes... my Lord."
"Wonderful," Voldemort exclaimed. "Now please... come here, Aidan."
Sirius saw Aidan's eyes widen in shock, then dull in realization. Aidan strode to the center of the room, trying to remain calm. Still, his shaking fingers drew the attention of the wary Sirius.
"Yes, my Lord?" Aidan asked.
"Do you deny that you have, on several occasions, committed kind acts towards muggles, and have even been corresponding with a young Mudblood in Ravenclaw," Voldemort harshly demanded. He lifted Aidan's chin with a sinister smile, attempting to look quizzically innocent.
Gasps went around the room. All Sirius could think was No, No, No, No.
Aidan visibly gulped, but then his blue eyes glared defensively, and he said, "I do not deny it, my Lord."
"At least you do not lie to me boy. But still, you must receive a punishment for your transgressions. I shall not easily forget this." Voldemort snapped.
Voldemort turned back to Snape. "Here's your chance. Torture him."
Snape hesitantly lifted his wand, and stuttered, "Cruuccio... Ccrucioo..."
Voldemort gave a sigh of disgust. "Is no one capable of serving me? No young man wishes to prove himself?"
Sirius was still in a catonic state, dreading what was to come. However, at his side, Mordred slowly spoke up. "I will serve you, my Lord."
Sirius rapidly turned to his best friend, who refused to meet his gaze. The bitter stab of indecision settled in Sirius's mind. His best friend, or his brother?
"Come here, Mordred," Voldemort said.
Mordred walked resolutely to Voldemort, lifted his wand, and without a second glance, shouted, "Crucio!"
As Sirius watched in horror, Aidan jerked violently, though he refused to make a sound. People hid their eyes, and Sirius's father stared resolutely into a corner, while his mother and sister seemed primarily concerned about how this was going to affect their social standing, though a slight, wet drop may have invaded the corner of Alexandra's eye. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, until Sirius yelled, "STOP!" ignoring the looks of shock on the members of the loose ring surrounding Aidan's motionless form.
Voldemort turned quizacly to Sirius, who ran to Voldemort's feet and begged, "Please my Lord, stop, don't torture him any more."
Voldemort sighed, and said, "Very well." Lestrange stopped, trembling. Aidan passed out in the middle of the floor. Voldemort announced, "The party is over," and promptly vanished.
Slowly others began to leave, including Mordred and Sirius' family, who tried to ignore the glances of hatred Sirius sent their way. Soon, the only two people in the room were an unconscious Aidan, being repeatedly shaken by Sirius, who was trying to ignore the hot tears dripping down his own face.