Part 23 : A Daughter's Love
"Bring the traitor!" Voldemort hissed.
Lucius broke the spell on Severus and he fell on the floor, to be
immediately grabbed by two Death Eaters who brought him in front of
the dark lord. Lucius grinned evilly. Severus glared coldly.
Willow sighed. [Another show of testosterone.]
"You disappoint me, Severus. You were one of the best," Voldemort
added. "We don't tolerate traitors among us. Your punishment shall
be death. But let's make it with the pain first." He pointed his
wand at Severus. "Crucio!"
Willow's hands crisped when she saw her father twisting on the floor,
but still holding the scream down. [I am powerful. I have the
needed potential to be the greatest dark sorceress. I can feel it in
my gut.] Doubt entered her mind. [But am I really better than
that? Is Hermione right? Can I still turn back and walk to the
light? Or am I already too far on the path of shadows?]
Severus sighed in relief when the spell ended. He had not yet given
in to the temptation to scream. He wouldn't give them the
satisfaction. [I won't ever know if my daughter was alive after
all. Forgive me, Morganna, for not being strong enough.] He looked
at the now black haired Slytherin staring off into space. [I failed
you, Willow. Please, don't make the same mistakes I made.]
Hermione opened her eyes and first saw Harry and Ron's worried faces
watching her. "You okay, `Mione?" She nodded slowly and sat up.
She could see the changes in Willow. Somehow, her words had hit home
as well as Draco's ones. But the Slytherin and her knew something
the others didn't. The cold look on Willow's face. The black hair.
The sneer she had seen so many times. The words hadn't been there to
hurt her, to tell her she was muggle-born. They had been said to
make her realise who she truly was, what she was searching for. What
she was meant to do. [She shall come from the land of the sun,
different from all those around her. She who possess a power never
before seen shall be the downfall of He who-must-not-be-named. In
her blood lies the truth.]
"What is it, `Mione?" Harry asked. His friend was staring off at
Willow, still a bit dazed.
"Nothing, Harry." Then she heard Ron gasp.
"Bloody hell! I was so stupid! I can't believe I didn't see it
before! Look at Willow. She's the spitting image of Snape."
Harry's eyes widened. "You mean."
"Yes!" Hermione cried, then turned back to the scene at the Head
table. "Her real name is Willow Snape. and her father is being
tortured by Death Eaters," she finished with an evil grin.
The Gryffindors weren't the only ones to see the changes in Willow.
Draco was staring at her. "Come on, Will. Wake up! Fight it!" he
whispered.
As if hearing him, Willow's back straightened. The famous resolve
face appeared. She turned toward Voldemort as he lifted his wand
toward Severus while cackling like a madman. "No," she said
strongly. Lifting her own wand, she yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
The Death Eaters stared when their Lord was thrown back as his wand
flew to Willow's hand. Lucius' eyes narrowed. "Willow, what the
hell are you doing?" Her green eyes turned to look at him and a
smirk tugged her lips. He froze. He knew that expression. "No," he
whispered. "It's impossible."
"What's the matter, Willow?" an angry voice hissed. "Don't want us
to hurt the traitor? You picked quite the wrong moment to grow a
conscience." Voldemort walked back at the teachers' table.
"I don't care about the traitor," she answered calmly. The dark
lord's eyes widened when the wind blew inside the Great Hall.
Willow's hair became red once more and the skin lost its whiteness
and the blue veins. "But I care about my father."
"What?!" Voldemort cried.
Severus couldn't have been more surprised than he did at the
moment. "My. daughter?" He groaned and fell on his hands and knees,
breathing deeply, doing his best not to faint. "I found her,
Morganna. I found her," he whispered.
"You!" the dark lord cried. "Kill her!"
At his words, a dozen curses flew to her, but not before she had time
to erect shields around her. But the force still knocked her back.
She jumped back on her feet. "I was willing to play nice and let it
go, but now I'm angry. I'm done playing." She snapped her wand.
Silence. Lucius stared. "You snapped your wand? What are you?
Stupid?"
"No. Just different." Wind blew across the room and swirled around
Willow. She slowly flew up, her feet no longer touching the ground.
Blue bolts of energy crackled around her fingers.
Understanding finally dawned on Lucius. The thing that felt wrong
about her was the flow of energy. Her wand captured some of it and
made her power seem disrupted. "A wandless witch!" he exclaimed.
"Run, little Death Eaters, because the big bad witch has come to
play."
"You shall taste my power, little girl," Voldemort hissed. "Kill
her!"
As Death Eaters walked toward her, Willow made signs in the air.
Strong vines came out of nowhere and caught the dark wizards. It
bounded them, rending them unable to flee or curse someone. The
redhead looked deep into Voldemort's red eyes and allowed hers to
turn black. "You are no match for me."
"We shall see who is the strongest."
Willow laughed coldly. "Oh, please! You think you can beat me
without your wand?! No wand user will gain power over me. Except
maybe one," she said, winking at Draco. "Sunnydale's witches do it
like this!"
The dark lord didn't have the time to move before being zapped by a
black bolt of energy coming from Willow's fingers. He flew back and
collapsed against the wall. The redhead smirked. "So much for the
dark lord." Just then, pain wracked her body and she screamed. She
looked up and saw Lucius walking toward her.
"You could have had anything you wanted! You could have been the
greatest!"
"Petrificus totalus!"
Straight at a metal bar, Lucius fell on the ground, eyes wide open.
Willow smiled at her father who was pointing Draco's father with his
wand. "I always wanted to do that."
Willow laughed and stood up weakly. She looked down at
Lucius. "You're wrong. There is something I couldn't have had."
She glanced at the Slytherin table and silver eyes met
hers. "Love." She smiled, then collapsed in exhaustion.
"Bring the traitor!" Voldemort hissed.
Lucius broke the spell on Severus and he fell on the floor, to be
immediately grabbed by two Death Eaters who brought him in front of
the dark lord. Lucius grinned evilly. Severus glared coldly.
Willow sighed. [Another show of testosterone.]
"You disappoint me, Severus. You were one of the best," Voldemort
added. "We don't tolerate traitors among us. Your punishment shall
be death. But let's make it with the pain first." He pointed his
wand at Severus. "Crucio!"
Willow's hands crisped when she saw her father twisting on the floor,
but still holding the scream down. [I am powerful. I have the
needed potential to be the greatest dark sorceress. I can feel it in
my gut.] Doubt entered her mind. [But am I really better than
that? Is Hermione right? Can I still turn back and walk to the
light? Or am I already too far on the path of shadows?]
Severus sighed in relief when the spell ended. He had not yet given
in to the temptation to scream. He wouldn't give them the
satisfaction. [I won't ever know if my daughter was alive after
all. Forgive me, Morganna, for not being strong enough.] He looked
at the now black haired Slytherin staring off into space. [I failed
you, Willow. Please, don't make the same mistakes I made.]
Hermione opened her eyes and first saw Harry and Ron's worried faces
watching her. "You okay, `Mione?" She nodded slowly and sat up.
She could see the changes in Willow. Somehow, her words had hit home
as well as Draco's ones. But the Slytherin and her knew something
the others didn't. The cold look on Willow's face. The black hair.
The sneer she had seen so many times. The words hadn't been there to
hurt her, to tell her she was muggle-born. They had been said to
make her realise who she truly was, what she was searching for. What
she was meant to do. [She shall come from the land of the sun,
different from all those around her. She who possess a power never
before seen shall be the downfall of He who-must-not-be-named. In
her blood lies the truth.]
"What is it, `Mione?" Harry asked. His friend was staring off at
Willow, still a bit dazed.
"Nothing, Harry." Then she heard Ron gasp.
"Bloody hell! I was so stupid! I can't believe I didn't see it
before! Look at Willow. She's the spitting image of Snape."
Harry's eyes widened. "You mean."
"Yes!" Hermione cried, then turned back to the scene at the Head
table. "Her real name is Willow Snape. and her father is being
tortured by Death Eaters," she finished with an evil grin.
The Gryffindors weren't the only ones to see the changes in Willow.
Draco was staring at her. "Come on, Will. Wake up! Fight it!" he
whispered.
As if hearing him, Willow's back straightened. The famous resolve
face appeared. She turned toward Voldemort as he lifted his wand
toward Severus while cackling like a madman. "No," she said
strongly. Lifting her own wand, she yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
The Death Eaters stared when their Lord was thrown back as his wand
flew to Willow's hand. Lucius' eyes narrowed. "Willow, what the
hell are you doing?" Her green eyes turned to look at him and a
smirk tugged her lips. He froze. He knew that expression. "No," he
whispered. "It's impossible."
"What's the matter, Willow?" an angry voice hissed. "Don't want us
to hurt the traitor? You picked quite the wrong moment to grow a
conscience." Voldemort walked back at the teachers' table.
"I don't care about the traitor," she answered calmly. The dark
lord's eyes widened when the wind blew inside the Great Hall.
Willow's hair became red once more and the skin lost its whiteness
and the blue veins. "But I care about my father."
"What?!" Voldemort cried.
Severus couldn't have been more surprised than he did at the
moment. "My. daughter?" He groaned and fell on his hands and knees,
breathing deeply, doing his best not to faint. "I found her,
Morganna. I found her," he whispered.
"You!" the dark lord cried. "Kill her!"
At his words, a dozen curses flew to her, but not before she had time
to erect shields around her. But the force still knocked her back.
She jumped back on her feet. "I was willing to play nice and let it
go, but now I'm angry. I'm done playing." She snapped her wand.
Silence. Lucius stared. "You snapped your wand? What are you?
Stupid?"
"No. Just different." Wind blew across the room and swirled around
Willow. She slowly flew up, her feet no longer touching the ground.
Blue bolts of energy crackled around her fingers.
Understanding finally dawned on Lucius. The thing that felt wrong
about her was the flow of energy. Her wand captured some of it and
made her power seem disrupted. "A wandless witch!" he exclaimed.
"Run, little Death Eaters, because the big bad witch has come to
play."
"You shall taste my power, little girl," Voldemort hissed. "Kill
her!"
As Death Eaters walked toward her, Willow made signs in the air.
Strong vines came out of nowhere and caught the dark wizards. It
bounded them, rending them unable to flee or curse someone. The
redhead looked deep into Voldemort's red eyes and allowed hers to
turn black. "You are no match for me."
"We shall see who is the strongest."
Willow laughed coldly. "Oh, please! You think you can beat me
without your wand?! No wand user will gain power over me. Except
maybe one," she said, winking at Draco. "Sunnydale's witches do it
like this!"
The dark lord didn't have the time to move before being zapped by a
black bolt of energy coming from Willow's fingers. He flew back and
collapsed against the wall. The redhead smirked. "So much for the
dark lord." Just then, pain wracked her body and she screamed. She
looked up and saw Lucius walking toward her.
"You could have had anything you wanted! You could have been the
greatest!"
"Petrificus totalus!"
Straight at a metal bar, Lucius fell on the ground, eyes wide open.
Willow smiled at her father who was pointing Draco's father with his
wand. "I always wanted to do that."
Willow laughed and stood up weakly. She looked down at
Lucius. "You're wrong. There is something I couldn't have had."
She glanced at the Slytherin table and silver eyes met
hers. "Love." She smiled, then collapsed in exhaustion.
