Jane lay on her back, contemplating the ceiling of her cell. Yesterday, when she had been asked, she had been warned that tonight was her last chance. Then the snake had bitten her in the arm. Voldemort called the snake Nagini, and he had taken "her" away with him.
It was too bad, Jane supposed. She had sort of liked Nagini, because the snake protected her from MacNair. When MacNair had actually gotten his hands on her, he had broken her arm. It hurt still, but Jane did not really care. She had bigger things to worry about.
The blonde, Malfoy, had come and asked her decision. She had told him in no uncertain terms that she would never hurt Harry Potter or anyone else. He had given her a smile, and then left. Now she was waiting for them to come in and kill her.
The door opened, and Jane stood up. To her surprise, someone was thrust inside, and the door hastily shut. Being used to the darkness, Jane watched the stranger. Then he stood and he was not a stranger any longer.
"Daddy!" she gasped, and then clapped both hands over her mouth. She had never addressed him so to his face. He looked around, and she understood that something was wrong.
He began to claw at his arms. Jane could see the blood on them, and she walked slowly over to him. Once he spotted her, however, his attitude changed. He growled, and caught her in his grip. Staring up at his fearsome scowl, she realized that she was in danger. He bent down and bit her nose.
"Stop that!" she ordered, ignoring the pain, and then the blood running down her face. Severus only growled and tried to do it again.
Even though Jane was smaller than he was, Severus had been starved and beaten all week, and Jane had not. She forced him to release his grip and darted away to the other end of the cell. Now was not the time to panic. She had to think. This was her chance to escape.
If she could get a good hold on him, she could take them away somewhere. The question was, where? Then, Fred and George's offer came back to her. She did not know if they could contain her father, but she knew she had to try. Taking a deep breath, she slowly advanced on Severus. He had turned his back to her, and she could tell by the sound of blood splattering on stone that he was scratching hismelf again.
She ducked under his arms and grabbed tight to his leg. Holding on with all her strength, she imagined Fred and George in their home. The one picture she had seen was fuzzy and old, but Jane forced her mind to clarify it. The cold stone beneath her feet became grass, and Severus stayed whole.
"Blimey!" came a cry from in front of her. "Jane!"
"Hit him!" Jane cried, indicating Severus with a wild gesture. For now her weight was holding him in place, but she knew he would soon realize the problem and turn his violent attentions to her.
Fred and George spared a second for an exchanged look, and then they took their beater's clubs and applied them to the back of Severus's head. He fell down, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief. She passed a blood stained head over her forehead, and then sat down on the grass and cried.
"Jane, what's going on?" Fred asked. George had run into the house to wake the family.
"I don't know. They must have drugged him, or something," Jane answered.
"Who?" Fred asked, looking confused.
"Someone called Malfoy, and MacNair. And there were others, but Voldemort never talked to them in front of me, so I didn't catch their names."
"Voldemort?" a grown man asked. He looked over at Severus and paled. "Dear God, it's Professor Snape! I have to alert the Ministry!"
"Can Owena come?" Jane asked, feeling oddly drowsy. The man gave her a sharp look.
"How do you know Owena?"
"Arthur Weasley, you can't give her the third degree!" Jane noticed a woman with red hair standing, hands on hips, next to George, who had returned. "It's obvious the poor girl has been through a lot tonight, and she doesn't need you questioning her. You go send your owl. Now, what's this about Professor Snape being a raving lunatic?"
Jane paid little attention to what they were discussing. Fred had picked her up, and she was lying against his chest, wishing she could fall asleep. Her tongue felt dry, and she was very thirsty. A few soft pops made Fred turn around, and Jane could see several new people she did not know, and Owena.
"Dear me, Jane! I'm glad I remembered to bring a nurse. Over here first, Kitt. She'll be needing the antidote I told you about." Owena shooed a woman over in Fred's direction.
"Let's take her inside. Do you have someplace where we can lay her down?"
The rest was lost on Jane, as she closed her eyes. Blissfully unaware of the fact that she was dying, Jane fell into a deep sleep.
It was too bad, Jane supposed. She had sort of liked Nagini, because the snake protected her from MacNair. When MacNair had actually gotten his hands on her, he had broken her arm. It hurt still, but Jane did not really care. She had bigger things to worry about.
The blonde, Malfoy, had come and asked her decision. She had told him in no uncertain terms that she would never hurt Harry Potter or anyone else. He had given her a smile, and then left. Now she was waiting for them to come in and kill her.
The door opened, and Jane stood up. To her surprise, someone was thrust inside, and the door hastily shut. Being used to the darkness, Jane watched the stranger. Then he stood and he was not a stranger any longer.
"Daddy!" she gasped, and then clapped both hands over her mouth. She had never addressed him so to his face. He looked around, and she understood that something was wrong.
He began to claw at his arms. Jane could see the blood on them, and she walked slowly over to him. Once he spotted her, however, his attitude changed. He growled, and caught her in his grip. Staring up at his fearsome scowl, she realized that she was in danger. He bent down and bit her nose.
"Stop that!" she ordered, ignoring the pain, and then the blood running down her face. Severus only growled and tried to do it again.
Even though Jane was smaller than he was, Severus had been starved and beaten all week, and Jane had not. She forced him to release his grip and darted away to the other end of the cell. Now was not the time to panic. She had to think. This was her chance to escape.
If she could get a good hold on him, she could take them away somewhere. The question was, where? Then, Fred and George's offer came back to her. She did not know if they could contain her father, but she knew she had to try. Taking a deep breath, she slowly advanced on Severus. He had turned his back to her, and she could tell by the sound of blood splattering on stone that he was scratching hismelf again.
She ducked under his arms and grabbed tight to his leg. Holding on with all her strength, she imagined Fred and George in their home. The one picture she had seen was fuzzy and old, but Jane forced her mind to clarify it. The cold stone beneath her feet became grass, and Severus stayed whole.
"Blimey!" came a cry from in front of her. "Jane!"
"Hit him!" Jane cried, indicating Severus with a wild gesture. For now her weight was holding him in place, but she knew he would soon realize the problem and turn his violent attentions to her.
Fred and George spared a second for an exchanged look, and then they took their beater's clubs and applied them to the back of Severus's head. He fell down, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief. She passed a blood stained head over her forehead, and then sat down on the grass and cried.
"Jane, what's going on?" Fred asked. George had run into the house to wake the family.
"I don't know. They must have drugged him, or something," Jane answered.
"Who?" Fred asked, looking confused.
"Someone called Malfoy, and MacNair. And there were others, but Voldemort never talked to them in front of me, so I didn't catch their names."
"Voldemort?" a grown man asked. He looked over at Severus and paled. "Dear God, it's Professor Snape! I have to alert the Ministry!"
"Can Owena come?" Jane asked, feeling oddly drowsy. The man gave her a sharp look.
"How do you know Owena?"
"Arthur Weasley, you can't give her the third degree!" Jane noticed a woman with red hair standing, hands on hips, next to George, who had returned. "It's obvious the poor girl has been through a lot tonight, and she doesn't need you questioning her. You go send your owl. Now, what's this about Professor Snape being a raving lunatic?"
Jane paid little attention to what they were discussing. Fred had picked her up, and she was lying against his chest, wishing she could fall asleep. Her tongue felt dry, and she was very thirsty. A few soft pops made Fred turn around, and Jane could see several new people she did not know, and Owena.
"Dear me, Jane! I'm glad I remembered to bring a nurse. Over here first, Kitt. She'll be needing the antidote I told you about." Owena shooed a woman over in Fred's direction.
"Let's take her inside. Do you have someplace where we can lay her down?"
The rest was lost on Jane, as she closed her eyes. Blissfully unaware of the fact that she was dying, Jane fell into a deep sleep.