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A/N: Rating has jumped to R for violent moments.
Taryn was standing quietly in the middle of the forbidden forest, Jordan silent at her side. She
couldn't understand how she got there, or why she was wearing unfamiliar robes; rich green
material, accented with silver embroidery.
There was a rustle, a crack of a twig.
Someone was coming.
"You know what you must do." The voice echoed through the forest. Jordan looked at his sister,
nodding gravely.
Two figures emerged into the clearing, confusion etched on their aging features.
"Hello Mother." Taryn spoke quietly, hands clasped before her.
"Hello Father." Jordan mimicked, in words and actions.
"Taryn...Jordan? I don't understand..." Hermione began, stepping forward slightly. Severus
cocked his head to the side, unaware of what was to come next.
"Crucio!" Jordan's wand was pointed at the writhing form of his father. Severus screamed in
agony, Hermione rushing to her
husbands side.
"How could you?!" She cried out, unwilling to meet her children's eyes.
"We do whatever he tells us." Taryn replied, lifting her own wand. The couple's screams lingered
through the air as curse after curse hit their pained bodies.
"Jordan, stop." Taryn ordered, dropping her wand to the ground. Jordan did the same, and the
two teens walked forward; crouching beside the barely alive forms of their parents.
"Why?" Severus whispered harshly, gasping for air. Hermione's eyes were damp - pleading her
children to spare their lives.
"Because." Was all Jordan said. He proceeded to pull a silver, double bladed athame from the
confines of his robes. A serpents head claimed the very top of the handle, carved out of pure
silver.
"I... Hate... You." Severus' words seemed to echo as he watched his son raise the dagger above
his heart. The eyes on the serpent glowed a bright green as silver met flesh.
The screams were silenced; the dagger covered in blood.
Taryn and Jordan stood beside their parents mangled bodies, marveling at their triumph.
"That was too easy." Jordan smirked at Taryn while placing the dagger in his robes.
"You've done well, my children." A ragged voice whispered from behind them. "You must be
rewarded."
Taryn looked down at her blood spattered robes; saddened that the beautiful piece would be
ruined. But when her eyes turned on her form, they were no longer the color of the forest... no traces of her parent's mingled blood.
Instead, she wore ivory wedding robes, reminisciant of ancient wizarding customs. Confused, she
looked all around her. Her parent's decapitated bodies were gone, and she was no longer in the
forest.
The place spoke of an ancient evil.
The entire room was made of a shimmering black marble, with hints of silver here and there.
Where there should be windows hung black velvet draperies embroidered with silver snakes.
Black candles with silver flames hung in the quiet air, casting eery shadows on the ceiling.
She was standing in front of a black marble altar; Jordan behind it, shrouded in the ceremonial
robes of a Death Eater.
Beside her stood Voldemort, clad in sweeping black robes that pooled along the floor in such a
manner that it became difficult to distinguish floor from robe.
"My bride." He hissed, holding out his hand. Slowly, her own raised, grasping his.
"My Lord." She murmured in assent, curtseying graciously. Lord Voldemort turned his gaze upon
Jordan.
"My loyal servant." He hissed once again. Jordan bowed deeply.
"My Lord." He murmured as well. Bowing before Taryn, he added, "My Lady."
"Yessssss." Voldemort hissed as a flash of green light enshrouded the room. The Dark Mark
shone brightly before Taryn's eyes, willing her to close them and accept her fate.
But they were already closed.
Screaming in horror, her eyes shot open.
"WHAT IN ALL BLOODY HELL?!!" Taryn jumped from her bed, swatting at the air around
her, attempting to figure out what had happened. Suddenly stopping, she realized she was in the
girl's dorm; standing, awake, next to her bedside. Tears continued to stream down her face as she
looked around the room. It was empty... she was alone.
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"How could he?" Taryn murmured to herself as she hurried through the corridors. "No...he
couldn't."
She was staring at the ground as she sped along, unaware of the looks she was receiving from
people as she passed them in the halls. "He's dead." She shook her head in confusion, descending
the stairs that would lead to the dungeons, and her mother's protective arms.
Wiping her hair out of her eyes, she continued on.
"They killed him." She muttered again, but shook her head quickly. "At least that's what they said
."
Stopping briefly, Taryn scratched her head in thought.
"Maybe I should check their pensive once more...just to be sure." She nodded to herself. "Yeah,
that's a good idea." Laughing maniacally, she added, "That will prove that I'm not going
completely bonkers. Just..." She was cut off; however, as she abruptly bumped into someone.
Looking up, she screamed in horror, causing the other person to scream as well.
"DAD!" Taryn placed a hand over her heart, willing it to slow down.
"Taryn?" He gasped for air. "What are you doing? Trying to give your father a bloody heart
attack?!"
"No." She answered quickly, shifting her feet nervously and refusing to meet his gaze. "I
was...I'm looking for Mum."
"She's went to Hogsmede with Ginny." Severus informed his daughter. "They needed to get a few
things."
"Oh..."
"I have to speak with Jordan." He said after a brief moment of silence. Withdrawing a piece of
parchment from his voluminous robes, he handed them to Taryn. "Would you mind gathering
these herbs and plants from the forest? I need them for Remus' Wolfsbane potion."
"Sure." Taryn replied, sighing heavily while she took the list and stuffed it in a pocket.
"Taryn?" Severus looked with worry at his daughter's haggard expression. "Are you ok?"
"Yes Daddy." She answered quietly, willing herself to believe it. From the look on his face,
Taryn could tell that he didn't believe her.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." She nodded vigorously, turning to run back up the stairs. Severus shrugged it off as
teenage hormones, and went to wait in his office for Jordan.
In the other direction, Taryn was walking slowly towards the place of her nightmare.
Entering the forest, wand at the ready, Taryn glanced nervously about her. Stopping to gather
plants from the list, Taryn pondered on her dream some more.
"It was just a dream!" She told herself harshly, shoving bits of wolfsbane into her satchel. "Get
over it!" She added for good measure.
Continuing on her way, she repeated 'It's just a dream.' over and over; the list in her hand
seemingly forgotten.
She stopped abruptly as she came to a clearing.
The same clearing from her dream.
The wind suddenly began to blow about her, and she unconsciously pulled her cloak tighter about
her thin frame. Frightened, she stood frozen as an evil cackle echoed through the air.
"Yessssss..." It seemed to say as it danced through the leaves and rebounded off the clumps of
snow.
The wind stop as suddenly as it came, leaving Taryn shaking with fright.
"No!" She screamed, dropping her satchel and running from the forest. "You're dead!" She cried
out, snow crunching under her feet as she continued at a frenzied pace. "I saw you die!" She
screamed again, coming to the edge of the forest. "In the pensive! I saw you die and I'll see it
again!" As she broke through the last clump of trees, she stopped and turned around.
The forest was quiet, not a sound in the air.
"You're dead." She whispered, great puffs of air forming in front of her face as she gasped for air. "You're dead."
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Jordan slowed his pace as he reached the stairs to the dungeons.
"I can't believe I did that... what if she hates me!?" He muttered in frustration, picturing Beth's
dazed look and Harry's angered one.
He came to a halt in front of the door to Severus' office. Frowning, he looked down at his robes,
which were wrinkled from his earlier actions. Out of habit, he began to smooth them down,
muttering a Anti-Wrinkle spell. When he was done, he ran a quick hand through his hair.
"Ok." He murmured, placing his wand in his pocket. "I can do this." Sighing heavily, he raised
his hand to knock on the door.
He stopped before he made a sound. His frown deepened as he looked at his clothes once more.
Muttering choice obscenities, he withdrew his wand once more and cast a Wrinkle spell on his
robes. Crinkling them a few times with his hands for effect, Jordan ran his hands through his hair
to untidy the chestnut mop.
Just then, the door swung silently open. Severus stood in the open doorway, frowning at his son's
disheveled appearance.
Jordan glared defiantly at the older man, pocketing his wand once more. Severus quirked an
eyebrow, fighting back the urge to smirk. Without a word, he moved aside and ushered the young
man in. He closed the door quickly, not bothering to lock it.
Severus cleared his throat several times as he moved to sit behind his desk. Jordan took the seat
opposite, glancing briefly at his father.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Jordan broke the silence, leaning back in his chair.
"Did you have the chance to speak with Miss Potter?" Severus changed the subject, shifting
papers about on his desk, capping and uncapping bottles of ink. Jordan watched with amusement,
not sure of how to answer the question.
"Um, sort of..."
"Good." Severus dropped the quill he had been plucking feathers from.
"Good?"
"She's..."
"She's what?" Jordan leaned forward slightly, curious as to what Severus was going to say.
"Nice." He finished off, ignoring Jordan as he raised his eyebrows at the remark.
"This wouldn't be any easier even if I were a muggle." Severus muttered, dropping his gaze to the
desktop. Taking a deep breath, Severus looked into Jordan's eyes. "When I was in school..." For
the next half hour, Severus regaled stories from his childhood, including everything he had told
Hermione on Christmas.
Somewhere in the middle of his story, Taryn had barged in. Severus and Jordan watched with
curiosity as she glanced frantically about the room, opened one of the cabinets and extracted the
pensive. With raised eyebrows, the watched on as she dipped her finger in the silver liquid and
disappeared from sight.
Shrugging it off, they turned back to their conversation. One sided though it may be.
When he finished, Severus sighed heavily.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" He asked with hope. Jordan's eyes were furrowed in
anger, his eyes glowing with defiance and pain.
"I understand perfectly..." He trailed off, standing up. "You don't trust me!" Severus frowned at
this comment. "And where do you get off telling me what's best for me? It's not your life, it's
mine! My own. Not yours. Understand me?"
Severus bolted out of his chair, clearly angry.
" I did not raise you to be some outlandish boy trying to break through the depths of hell!" He
bellowed, his menacing figure standing mere inches from his son.
"You DIDN'T raise me!" Jordan spat back, eyes glowing red. Severus watched with horror as a
harsh wind began to blow through the room, circling around his fiercely angered son. Jordan's
eyes continued to shine like blood dripping from a wound, as he glared at his father.
Backing up until his body was pressed against a bookshelf, Severus' eyes widened with shock as
everything suddenly stopped. Jordan spun on his heals, running from the room.
A slight breeze rippled through the room, though there were no windows.
"You can't have him." Severus muttered, body still pressed into the books. "I won't let you."
"Thatssssssssss what you think..." The air cackled; and then it was gone. Pushing away from the
shelf, he began to gather fallen papers and books; refusing to believe the impossible.
When the room was almost clean, Taryn reappeared from the pensive. Severus glanced up at her
as he placed the last book back on it's shelf.
"Did you get the ingredients on the list?" He asked, acting as if nothing had happened. Taryn
fidgeted with the hem of her robes.
"No..." She averted her gaze to the floor. "They're in my satchel...in the forest." Severus furrowed
his eyebrows, confused by his daughter's actions.
"Mum should be back by know!" She exclaimed quickly, before Severus could say anything. She
bolted for the door, wrenching it open. Severus watched as she made to run from the room, but
was surprised when she didn't. Instead, she turned around quickly, ran back to him and threw her
arms about him in a tight hug.
"I love you, Daddy." She muttered into his hair, pulling him closer.
Severus' eyes grew wide at the action, but before he could return the favor or say anything, she
was gone from the room.
A/N: Rating has jumped to R for violent moments.
Taryn was standing quietly in the middle of the forbidden forest, Jordan silent at her side. She
couldn't understand how she got there, or why she was wearing unfamiliar robes; rich green
material, accented with silver embroidery.
There was a rustle, a crack of a twig.
Someone was coming.
"You know what you must do." The voice echoed through the forest. Jordan looked at his sister,
nodding gravely.
Two figures emerged into the clearing, confusion etched on their aging features.
"Hello Mother." Taryn spoke quietly, hands clasped before her.
"Hello Father." Jordan mimicked, in words and actions.
"Taryn...Jordan? I don't understand..." Hermione began, stepping forward slightly. Severus
cocked his head to the side, unaware of what was to come next.
"Crucio!" Jordan's wand was pointed at the writhing form of his father. Severus screamed in
agony, Hermione rushing to her
husbands side.
"How could you?!" She cried out, unwilling to meet her children's eyes.
"We do whatever he tells us." Taryn replied, lifting her own wand. The couple's screams lingered
through the air as curse after curse hit their pained bodies.
"Jordan, stop." Taryn ordered, dropping her wand to the ground. Jordan did the same, and the
two teens walked forward; crouching beside the barely alive forms of their parents.
"Why?" Severus whispered harshly, gasping for air. Hermione's eyes were damp - pleading her
children to spare their lives.
"Because." Was all Jordan said. He proceeded to pull a silver, double bladed athame from the
confines of his robes. A serpents head claimed the very top of the handle, carved out of pure
silver.
"I... Hate... You." Severus' words seemed to echo as he watched his son raise the dagger above
his heart. The eyes on the serpent glowed a bright green as silver met flesh.
The screams were silenced; the dagger covered in blood.
Taryn and Jordan stood beside their parents mangled bodies, marveling at their triumph.
"That was too easy." Jordan smirked at Taryn while placing the dagger in his robes.
"You've done well, my children." A ragged voice whispered from behind them. "You must be
rewarded."
Taryn looked down at her blood spattered robes; saddened that the beautiful piece would be
ruined. But when her eyes turned on her form, they were no longer the color of the forest... no traces of her parent's mingled blood.
Instead, she wore ivory wedding robes, reminisciant of ancient wizarding customs. Confused, she
looked all around her. Her parent's decapitated bodies were gone, and she was no longer in the
forest.
The place spoke of an ancient evil.
The entire room was made of a shimmering black marble, with hints of silver here and there.
Where there should be windows hung black velvet draperies embroidered with silver snakes.
Black candles with silver flames hung in the quiet air, casting eery shadows on the ceiling.
She was standing in front of a black marble altar; Jordan behind it, shrouded in the ceremonial
robes of a Death Eater.
Beside her stood Voldemort, clad in sweeping black robes that pooled along the floor in such a
manner that it became difficult to distinguish floor from robe.
"My bride." He hissed, holding out his hand. Slowly, her own raised, grasping his.
"My Lord." She murmured in assent, curtseying graciously. Lord Voldemort turned his gaze upon
Jordan.
"My loyal servant." He hissed once again. Jordan bowed deeply.
"My Lord." He murmured as well. Bowing before Taryn, he added, "My Lady."
"Yessssss." Voldemort hissed as a flash of green light enshrouded the room. The Dark Mark
shone brightly before Taryn's eyes, willing her to close them and accept her fate.
But they were already closed.
Screaming in horror, her eyes shot open.
"WHAT IN ALL BLOODY HELL?!!" Taryn jumped from her bed, swatting at the air around
her, attempting to figure out what had happened. Suddenly stopping, she realized she was in the
girl's dorm; standing, awake, next to her bedside. Tears continued to stream down her face as she
looked around the room. It was empty... she was alone.
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"How could he?" Taryn murmured to herself as she hurried through the corridors. "No...he
couldn't."
She was staring at the ground as she sped along, unaware of the looks she was receiving from
people as she passed them in the halls. "He's dead." She shook her head in confusion, descending
the stairs that would lead to the dungeons, and her mother's protective arms.
Wiping her hair out of her eyes, she continued on.
"They killed him." She muttered again, but shook her head quickly. "At least that's what they said
."
Stopping briefly, Taryn scratched her head in thought.
"Maybe I should check their pensive once more...just to be sure." She nodded to herself. "Yeah,
that's a good idea." Laughing maniacally, she added, "That will prove that I'm not going
completely bonkers. Just..." She was cut off; however, as she abruptly bumped into someone.
Looking up, she screamed in horror, causing the other person to scream as well.
"DAD!" Taryn placed a hand over her heart, willing it to slow down.
"Taryn?" He gasped for air. "What are you doing? Trying to give your father a bloody heart
attack?!"
"No." She answered quickly, shifting her feet nervously and refusing to meet his gaze. "I
was...I'm looking for Mum."
"She's went to Hogsmede with Ginny." Severus informed his daughter. "They needed to get a few
things."
"Oh..."
"I have to speak with Jordan." He said after a brief moment of silence. Withdrawing a piece of
parchment from his voluminous robes, he handed them to Taryn. "Would you mind gathering
these herbs and plants from the forest? I need them for Remus' Wolfsbane potion."
"Sure." Taryn replied, sighing heavily while she took the list and stuffed it in a pocket.
"Taryn?" Severus looked with worry at his daughter's haggard expression. "Are you ok?"
"Yes Daddy." She answered quietly, willing herself to believe it. From the look on his face,
Taryn could tell that he didn't believe her.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." She nodded vigorously, turning to run back up the stairs. Severus shrugged it off as
teenage hormones, and went to wait in his office for Jordan.
In the other direction, Taryn was walking slowly towards the place of her nightmare.
Entering the forest, wand at the ready, Taryn glanced nervously about her. Stopping to gather
plants from the list, Taryn pondered on her dream some more.
"It was just a dream!" She told herself harshly, shoving bits of wolfsbane into her satchel. "Get
over it!" She added for good measure.
Continuing on her way, she repeated 'It's just a dream.' over and over; the list in her hand
seemingly forgotten.
She stopped abruptly as she came to a clearing.
The same clearing from her dream.
The wind suddenly began to blow about her, and she unconsciously pulled her cloak tighter about
her thin frame. Frightened, she stood frozen as an evil cackle echoed through the air.
"Yessssss..." It seemed to say as it danced through the leaves and rebounded off the clumps of
snow.
The wind stop as suddenly as it came, leaving Taryn shaking with fright.
"No!" She screamed, dropping her satchel and running from the forest. "You're dead!" She cried
out, snow crunching under her feet as she continued at a frenzied pace. "I saw you die!" She
screamed again, coming to the edge of the forest. "In the pensive! I saw you die and I'll see it
again!" As she broke through the last clump of trees, she stopped and turned around.
The forest was quiet, not a sound in the air.
"You're dead." She whispered, great puffs of air forming in front of her face as she gasped for air. "You're dead."
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Jordan slowed his pace as he reached the stairs to the dungeons.
"I can't believe I did that... what if she hates me!?" He muttered in frustration, picturing Beth's
dazed look and Harry's angered one.
He came to a halt in front of the door to Severus' office. Frowning, he looked down at his robes,
which were wrinkled from his earlier actions. Out of habit, he began to smooth them down,
muttering a Anti-Wrinkle spell. When he was done, he ran a quick hand through his hair.
"Ok." He murmured, placing his wand in his pocket. "I can do this." Sighing heavily, he raised
his hand to knock on the door.
He stopped before he made a sound. His frown deepened as he looked at his clothes once more.
Muttering choice obscenities, he withdrew his wand once more and cast a Wrinkle spell on his
robes. Crinkling them a few times with his hands for effect, Jordan ran his hands through his hair
to untidy the chestnut mop.
Just then, the door swung silently open. Severus stood in the open doorway, frowning at his son's
disheveled appearance.
Jordan glared defiantly at the older man, pocketing his wand once more. Severus quirked an
eyebrow, fighting back the urge to smirk. Without a word, he moved aside and ushered the young
man in. He closed the door quickly, not bothering to lock it.
Severus cleared his throat several times as he moved to sit behind his desk. Jordan took the seat
opposite, glancing briefly at his father.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Jordan broke the silence, leaning back in his chair.
"Did you have the chance to speak with Miss Potter?" Severus changed the subject, shifting
papers about on his desk, capping and uncapping bottles of ink. Jordan watched with amusement,
not sure of how to answer the question.
"Um, sort of..."
"Good." Severus dropped the quill he had been plucking feathers from.
"Good?"
"She's..."
"She's what?" Jordan leaned forward slightly, curious as to what Severus was going to say.
"Nice." He finished off, ignoring Jordan as he raised his eyebrows at the remark.
"This wouldn't be any easier even if I were a muggle." Severus muttered, dropping his gaze to the
desktop. Taking a deep breath, Severus looked into Jordan's eyes. "When I was in school..." For
the next half hour, Severus regaled stories from his childhood, including everything he had told
Hermione on Christmas.
Somewhere in the middle of his story, Taryn had barged in. Severus and Jordan watched with
curiosity as she glanced frantically about the room, opened one of the cabinets and extracted the
pensive. With raised eyebrows, the watched on as she dipped her finger in the silver liquid and
disappeared from sight.
Shrugging it off, they turned back to their conversation. One sided though it may be.
When he finished, Severus sighed heavily.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" He asked with hope. Jordan's eyes were furrowed in
anger, his eyes glowing with defiance and pain.
"I understand perfectly..." He trailed off, standing up. "You don't trust me!" Severus frowned at
this comment. "And where do you get off telling me what's best for me? It's not your life, it's
mine! My own. Not yours. Understand me?"
Severus bolted out of his chair, clearly angry.
" I did not raise you to be some outlandish boy trying to break through the depths of hell!" He
bellowed, his menacing figure standing mere inches from his son.
"You DIDN'T raise me!" Jordan spat back, eyes glowing red. Severus watched with horror as a
harsh wind began to blow through the room, circling around his fiercely angered son. Jordan's
eyes continued to shine like blood dripping from a wound, as he glared at his father.
Backing up until his body was pressed against a bookshelf, Severus' eyes widened with shock as
everything suddenly stopped. Jordan spun on his heals, running from the room.
A slight breeze rippled through the room, though there were no windows.
"You can't have him." Severus muttered, body still pressed into the books. "I won't let you."
"Thatssssssssss what you think..." The air cackled; and then it was gone. Pushing away from the
shelf, he began to gather fallen papers and books; refusing to believe the impossible.
When the room was almost clean, Taryn reappeared from the pensive. Severus glanced up at her
as he placed the last book back on it's shelf.
"Did you get the ingredients on the list?" He asked, acting as if nothing had happened. Taryn
fidgeted with the hem of her robes.
"No..." She averted her gaze to the floor. "They're in my satchel...in the forest." Severus furrowed
his eyebrows, confused by his daughter's actions.
"Mum should be back by know!" She exclaimed quickly, before Severus could say anything. She
bolted for the door, wrenching it open. Severus watched as she made to run from the room, but
was surprised when she didn't. Instead, she turned around quickly, ran back to him and threw her
arms about him in a tight hug.
"I love you, Daddy." She muttered into his hair, pulling him closer.
Severus' eyes grew wide at the action, but before he could return the favor or say anything, she
was gone from the room.