Part Ten:
Voldemort's (b/c the jerk wanted back into the story. Didn't feel he was getting enough attention in the past.):
"Master?"
"Yes, Lucius?" He felt generous at the moment and allowed his servant a moment of his time.
"Thank you." He bowed before the throne. "I hesitated to bring this up but the ministry wants me to go to the school."
"And?"
"Do you want me to check things out? Or shall I continue to feign ignorance of your actions?"
The red eyes bored into his own, searching for something. "Keep your ear to the ground but do nothing. Your position is as valuable to me as Severus'. If that old fool finds out about your return to nature, you will be blocked."
"As you wish."
"Oh, Lucius, ask Severus to visit me if he can fit it into his schedule."
"Yes, lord." He ground his teeth in frustration. This lack of appreciation for him galled him. No matter what he did, his cousin was still valued above him. Severus Snape was still trusted-even though the potions master had tried to stop Voldemort on several occasions.
"And Lucius...bring back my seer. Don't think I don't know about the things you did to her."
The aristocratic man paled, breathing hard. How could he bring her back when he didn't know where she'd gone? "Yes, lord." His voice wasn't quite so smooth, wasn't quite as firm as he would've liked it to be. Shaking, he bowed and left.
Dungeons:
Severus glared up at the hovering James, who smiled back calmly. Septina was silent, enjoying the strength her brother exuded. "Don't you have an afterlife to be?"
The man then made himself comfortable on the bed. "At the moment, no."
"Go visit your son then. He'd be delighted with your charming company." Sev snapped.
"My son currently has enough on to deal with right now without adding his dear, departed dad to the mix." Sharp. "Must you pick on him so? Harry is as much mine as yours."
"Rubbish." He scoffed. "The boy will be facing Voldemort again. If he cannot survive me, then he will not be able to survive him."
Peeves flew in and chuckled at seeing the trio. He yanked the cloth covering off her eyes. "The lady of Slytherin is back." Then the ghostly visage paled, he saw what Severus could not. "Baron!" He shrieked, terrified by what he saw-or rather, didn't see.
"What is it?" The ghost snapped, angry at having to appear when he'd been enjoying the show. "Oh, sweet Slytherin's ghost. What happened?"
"Did I happen to mention that I'm your sister's eyes now?" James asked, calmly.
Voldemort's (b/c the jerk wanted back into the story. Didn't feel he was getting enough attention in the past.):
"Master?"
"Yes, Lucius?" He felt generous at the moment and allowed his servant a moment of his time.
"Thank you." He bowed before the throne. "I hesitated to bring this up but the ministry wants me to go to the school."
"And?"
"Do you want me to check things out? Or shall I continue to feign ignorance of your actions?"
The red eyes bored into his own, searching for something. "Keep your ear to the ground but do nothing. Your position is as valuable to me as Severus'. If that old fool finds out about your return to nature, you will be blocked."
"As you wish."
"Oh, Lucius, ask Severus to visit me if he can fit it into his schedule."
"Yes, lord." He ground his teeth in frustration. This lack of appreciation for him galled him. No matter what he did, his cousin was still valued above him. Severus Snape was still trusted-even though the potions master had tried to stop Voldemort on several occasions.
"And Lucius...bring back my seer. Don't think I don't know about the things you did to her."
The aristocratic man paled, breathing hard. How could he bring her back when he didn't know where she'd gone? "Yes, lord." His voice wasn't quite so smooth, wasn't quite as firm as he would've liked it to be. Shaking, he bowed and left.
Dungeons:
Severus glared up at the hovering James, who smiled back calmly. Septina was silent, enjoying the strength her brother exuded. "Don't you have an afterlife to be?"
The man then made himself comfortable on the bed. "At the moment, no."
"Go visit your son then. He'd be delighted with your charming company." Sev snapped.
"My son currently has enough on to deal with right now without adding his dear, departed dad to the mix." Sharp. "Must you pick on him so? Harry is as much mine as yours."
"Rubbish." He scoffed. "The boy will be facing Voldemort again. If he cannot survive me, then he will not be able to survive him."
Peeves flew in and chuckled at seeing the trio. He yanked the cloth covering off her eyes. "The lady of Slytherin is back." Then the ghostly visage paled, he saw what Severus could not. "Baron!" He shrieked, terrified by what he saw-or rather, didn't see.
"What is it?" The ghost snapped, angry at having to appear when he'd been enjoying the show. "Oh, sweet Slytherin's ghost. What happened?"
"Did I happen to mention that I'm your sister's eyes now?" James asked, calmly.
