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When Jordan left his father's office, it was to head straight for the Great Hall, where he knew
R2W would be waiting for him. The grumbling in his stomach told him he was hungry, and he
was glad that it was lunch time. Upon reaching the hall, he entered quietly, eyes scanning the
room for R2W, and unconsciously, for Beth.
"J! Over here!" R2W waved his hands in the air from his position at the far end of the Gryffindor
table. Jordan smiled, jogging over and sitting across from his friend.
"I'm starved." He mumbled, piling sandwiches and other delectable onto his plate. R2W watched
with curiosity as Jordan dove into the food without reserve.
"What did your father want?" He asked when he noted Jordan slowing down.
"Nothing." Jordan snapped. R2W frowned, glancing at his own plate. He was about to bite into a
sandwich, when the sound of the mail arriving broke through the air. He looked up, scanning the
air for his owl, saddened when he didn't see it.
However, a black raven swooped down over the Gryffindor table, coming to a halt between
Jordan and R2W's plates. R2W reached out to untie the parcel, but the raven sunk it's talon's into
the Weasley's pale hand.
"Bloody bird is a menace!" He exclaimed, rubbing his hand in attempts to sooth the pain. Jordan
looked up long enough to retrieve the parcel that was obviously for him, before turning back to
his plate. "Well, are you going to open it?" R2W inquired.
"Oh...yeah." Jordan murmured, glad that R2W wasn't angry with him for snapping. He pulled the
box over, ripping away the brown paper coverings. Taking off the top, he withdrew a silver,
double bladed athame. The top was carved in the shape of a serpent, whose eyes were made of
shimmering emeralds.
"I wonder where it came from..." Jordan muttered aloud, after a search for a card proved fruitless.
"Maybe it's from your father." R2W suggested, staring at the magnificent piece. "After all, it is
the Slytherin colors and mascot." Jordan shrugged in response, turning the dagger in his hand. It
seemed so familiar to him, yet he couldn't place it's origins.
"I does look familiar." He admitted at last, running his finger along the shape of the serpent's
head. He turned around to hold it up to the light, but said light was being blocked by a body.
"Beth!"
"What are you doing with Slytherin's Athame?" She inquired softly, staring with awe at the
dagger. Jordan turned a deep shade of crimson, dropping his hand to the side.
"You- You're not mad at me?" he stuttered, unconsciously waving the athame in the air.
"For what?"
"When...I- um...you know." He blushed, still brandishing the weapon before him, trying to hide
the blush now creeping up his pale skin. Beth grabbed hold of his wrist, effectively stopping his
movements.
"You're going to poke someone's eye out." She stated with a slight smirk on her face. "It's
lovely." She added softly, "Was it your fathers?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you should ask him." R2W piped up, pointing to the figure who had just walked in the
hall.
"Yeah..." Jordan murmured, watching his father stalk up to the Head Table. Standing, he strode
purposefully up the table, not watching where he was going.
"Jordan! Watch out!" Taryn exclaimed as her brother walked into her. She was about to brush by
when she noticed a glint of silver coming from his hand. "What's that?"
"Slytherin's Athame, according to Beth." He said, holding the dagger up for her to see. All blood
drained from the Head Girl's face as she gazed upon the weapon from her dreams. She began to
shake violently, from fear and anger.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT?!" She shouted, eyes fixated on the athame. She
grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him, shouting wildly.
"Taryn! What's wrong with you?" He cried out as she slapped him across the face. Holding his
free hand to the stinging cheek, he stared with worry at his crazed sister.
"Get rid of it!" She demanded harshly. "It's evil! Get rid of it!" By now they had drawn a crowd
of onlookers; but teachers who wished to investigate found it hard to pry through the gathered
students.
"Taryn! Listen to yourself!" Jordan shook his sister, trying to calm her down. "You're going
bloody mad on me!"
"What is this nonsense?" Severus bellowed, elbowing his way through the crowd. Frowning with
disdain upon seeing that it was his own children making the raucous, Severus marched forward,
intent on taking away as many points as humanly possible.
"Taryn's going crazy over this!" Jordan exclaimed, waving the athame in the air once more. "I got
it in the post today."
"Give that to me!" Severus snapped, snatching the dagger from his son's hand. Staring with
horror at the piece, he stormed from the room.
"Well, that was rude." R2W muttered. Hermione pushed her way through the dissipating crowd
to stand behind her children. Placing comforting hands on their shoulders, she spoke softly.
"Who sent it?"
"I don't know." Jordan murmured, eyes still fixed on the doors. "I truly don't know."
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"ALBUS!" Severus bellowed, slamming the door to the Headmaster's office open.
"Severus?" Albus inquired, looking up from a stack of Ministry parchments.
"Albus!" Severus panted, leaning forward on the desk while attempting to catch his breath. Albus
noticed the athame clutched tightly in one of the Potions master's hands, and gazed with wonder.
"Severus, what is that?" He asked, pointing at the mysterious object. "It's marvelous. I don't think
I've ever seen anything like it."
"It's Slytherin's Athame." Severus answered, dropping the weapon on the desk top. Upon further
inspection of the piece, Albus nodded solemnly.
"So it is...so it is." He murmured, running a hand along the serpent's skull. Finally, breaking his
gaze from the object, he turned his attention on the man. "Who gave this to you?"
"It was sent to Jordan, apparently." Severus muttered, rubbing his temples. "Had Taryn in a
bloody uproar over it."
"I wonder who sent it." Albus thought aloud, stroking his beard.
"I don't like this, Albus." Severus spoke softly, sounding very much like a broken man. "I don't
like it at all... I tried talking to Jordan earlier-"
"Ah! How did that go?" Albus' elderly features broke into a wide grin; always the optimist.
"It...Well, it didn't." Severus admitted, slumping down into a nearby chair. "I thought it would...I
thought it would go bloody wonderful!" Albus steepled his fingers, resting his elbows on the
desk and he considered Severus' words and actions.
"There's something you're not telling me." He spoke knowingly, pinning Severus with an
unwavering stare.
"There was something in the room." Severus' voice was barely audible. "Something not quite
right." Looking up to stare his mentor in the eyes, he continued. "I could feel it, Albus. And worst
of all, I could see it in Jordan's eyes."
"You're not suggesting that-" The worried Headmaster was cut off.
"I'm almost frightened to say - I'm positive."
"You're quite certain?"
"I heard it." Severus shuddered, remembering the high pitched squeal of evil delight; the hissed,
scathing words. "Right after Jordan left, but before Taryn returned from the pensive." Severus
shook his head, gray streaked, raven locks falling in his sullen face. "It was him."
"Why was Taryn in your pensive?" Albus inquired, trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle
together. Severus stared up at the older man in shock.
"I- I don't know..." Severus looked confused, closing his eyes while the memory washed over
him. "It was all so sudden...She came in - seemed startled, frazzled even. She rummaged around
my office until she found the pensive; without a glance in our direction she was gone."
"Do you imagine he would go after the both of them?" Albus questioned, eyes narrowed behind
the moon-rimmed glasses. Severus snorted.
"Why not? Two for the price of one."
"Do you think he'll go after Draco?" Albus looked thoughtful, weighing the problem in his mind.
"Or young Aradia, instead?"
"I can't say." Severus ran an unsteady hand through his hair. "It is entirely possible. Mr. Malfoy
/did/ kill his physical being." Sitting straighter in his chair, Severus glowed with anger. "As a
matter of fact, it makes /more/ sense - but why MY children?!"
"It is quite true, what you speak of. Never-the-less, you were his first traitor, and a spy for me
might I remind you." Albus eyes twinkled with gratitude. "I would think he'd seek revenge on not
only Mr. Malfoy, but Mr. Potter and yourself included."
Severus nodded, slumping into the chair once more.
"Tell me, Severus - Has Aradia been acting any different to you?"
"I can honestly say, I haven't noticed." Severus sighed heavily, prodding his temple with the tip
of his wand. "Should we confront the children about-"
"Certainly not! We mustn't startle them!" Albus furrowed his eyebrows. "After all, none of this is
through any fault of their own." Albus stood, moving towards the door. "We shall protect them
the only way we know how. But first, we must inform Messrs.'s Potter and Malfoy of these new
developments."
Severus nodded in agreement, pushing out of the chair.
"I will call for a meeting tonight." Albus said from his position in the door way. "Bring
Hermione."
"I wi- Wait...what? What on Earth for?" Severus, looking rather perplexed, folding his arms
across his broad chest. "If I bring her, we might as well tell the children what is going on!"
"Never-the-less, Severus. She is their mother, and she has a right to know." Albus soothed,
placing a gentle hand on the professor's shoulder. "And by not telling her, we risk her safety as
well." Albus slid his hand down, to rest gently upon Severus' own. The Potion's master offered a
rare smile, graciously accepting the comforting hand.
"I learned long ago never to second guess your judgement, Albus." Severus stated quietly. "I
don't plan to start now."
A/N: We're starting to have fun here, so we hope ya'll are enjoying this!
When Jordan left his father's office, it was to head straight for the Great Hall, where he knew
R2W would be waiting for him. The grumbling in his stomach told him he was hungry, and he
was glad that it was lunch time. Upon reaching the hall, he entered quietly, eyes scanning the
room for R2W, and unconsciously, for Beth.
"J! Over here!" R2W waved his hands in the air from his position at the far end of the Gryffindor
table. Jordan smiled, jogging over and sitting across from his friend.
"I'm starved." He mumbled, piling sandwiches and other delectable onto his plate. R2W watched
with curiosity as Jordan dove into the food without reserve.
"What did your father want?" He asked when he noted Jordan slowing down.
"Nothing." Jordan snapped. R2W frowned, glancing at his own plate. He was about to bite into a
sandwich, when the sound of the mail arriving broke through the air. He looked up, scanning the
air for his owl, saddened when he didn't see it.
However, a black raven swooped down over the Gryffindor table, coming to a halt between
Jordan and R2W's plates. R2W reached out to untie the parcel, but the raven sunk it's talon's into
the Weasley's pale hand.
"Bloody bird is a menace!" He exclaimed, rubbing his hand in attempts to sooth the pain. Jordan
looked up long enough to retrieve the parcel that was obviously for him, before turning back to
his plate. "Well, are you going to open it?" R2W inquired.
"Oh...yeah." Jordan murmured, glad that R2W wasn't angry with him for snapping. He pulled the
box over, ripping away the brown paper coverings. Taking off the top, he withdrew a silver,
double bladed athame. The top was carved in the shape of a serpent, whose eyes were made of
shimmering emeralds.
"I wonder where it came from..." Jordan muttered aloud, after a search for a card proved fruitless.
"Maybe it's from your father." R2W suggested, staring at the magnificent piece. "After all, it is
the Slytherin colors and mascot." Jordan shrugged in response, turning the dagger in his hand. It
seemed so familiar to him, yet he couldn't place it's origins.
"I does look familiar." He admitted at last, running his finger along the shape of the serpent's
head. He turned around to hold it up to the light, but said light was being blocked by a body.
"Beth!"
"What are you doing with Slytherin's Athame?" She inquired softly, staring with awe at the
dagger. Jordan turned a deep shade of crimson, dropping his hand to the side.
"You- You're not mad at me?" he stuttered, unconsciously waving the athame in the air.
"For what?"
"When...I- um...you know." He blushed, still brandishing the weapon before him, trying to hide
the blush now creeping up his pale skin. Beth grabbed hold of his wrist, effectively stopping his
movements.
"You're going to poke someone's eye out." She stated with a slight smirk on her face. "It's
lovely." She added softly, "Was it your fathers?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you should ask him." R2W piped up, pointing to the figure who had just walked in the
hall.
"Yeah..." Jordan murmured, watching his father stalk up to the Head Table. Standing, he strode
purposefully up the table, not watching where he was going.
"Jordan! Watch out!" Taryn exclaimed as her brother walked into her. She was about to brush by
when she noticed a glint of silver coming from his hand. "What's that?"
"Slytherin's Athame, according to Beth." He said, holding the dagger up for her to see. All blood
drained from the Head Girl's face as she gazed upon the weapon from her dreams. She began to
shake violently, from fear and anger.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT?!" She shouted, eyes fixated on the athame. She
grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him, shouting wildly.
"Taryn! What's wrong with you?" He cried out as she slapped him across the face. Holding his
free hand to the stinging cheek, he stared with worry at his crazed sister.
"Get rid of it!" She demanded harshly. "It's evil! Get rid of it!" By now they had drawn a crowd
of onlookers; but teachers who wished to investigate found it hard to pry through the gathered
students.
"Taryn! Listen to yourself!" Jordan shook his sister, trying to calm her down. "You're going
bloody mad on me!"
"What is this nonsense?" Severus bellowed, elbowing his way through the crowd. Frowning with
disdain upon seeing that it was his own children making the raucous, Severus marched forward,
intent on taking away as many points as humanly possible.
"Taryn's going crazy over this!" Jordan exclaimed, waving the athame in the air once more. "I got
it in the post today."
"Give that to me!" Severus snapped, snatching the dagger from his son's hand. Staring with
horror at the piece, he stormed from the room.
"Well, that was rude." R2W muttered. Hermione pushed her way through the dissipating crowd
to stand behind her children. Placing comforting hands on their shoulders, she spoke softly.
"Who sent it?"
"I don't know." Jordan murmured, eyes still fixed on the doors. "I truly don't know."
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"ALBUS!" Severus bellowed, slamming the door to the Headmaster's office open.
"Severus?" Albus inquired, looking up from a stack of Ministry parchments.
"Albus!" Severus panted, leaning forward on the desk while attempting to catch his breath. Albus
noticed the athame clutched tightly in one of the Potions master's hands, and gazed with wonder.
"Severus, what is that?" He asked, pointing at the mysterious object. "It's marvelous. I don't think
I've ever seen anything like it."
"It's Slytherin's Athame." Severus answered, dropping the weapon on the desk top. Upon further
inspection of the piece, Albus nodded solemnly.
"So it is...so it is." He murmured, running a hand along the serpent's skull. Finally, breaking his
gaze from the object, he turned his attention on the man. "Who gave this to you?"
"It was sent to Jordan, apparently." Severus muttered, rubbing his temples. "Had Taryn in a
bloody uproar over it."
"I wonder who sent it." Albus thought aloud, stroking his beard.
"I don't like this, Albus." Severus spoke softly, sounding very much like a broken man. "I don't
like it at all... I tried talking to Jordan earlier-"
"Ah! How did that go?" Albus' elderly features broke into a wide grin; always the optimist.
"It...Well, it didn't." Severus admitted, slumping down into a nearby chair. "I thought it would...I
thought it would go bloody wonderful!" Albus steepled his fingers, resting his elbows on the
desk and he considered Severus' words and actions.
"There's something you're not telling me." He spoke knowingly, pinning Severus with an
unwavering stare.
"There was something in the room." Severus' voice was barely audible. "Something not quite
right." Looking up to stare his mentor in the eyes, he continued. "I could feel it, Albus. And worst
of all, I could see it in Jordan's eyes."
"You're not suggesting that-" The worried Headmaster was cut off.
"I'm almost frightened to say - I'm positive."
"You're quite certain?"
"I heard it." Severus shuddered, remembering the high pitched squeal of evil delight; the hissed,
scathing words. "Right after Jordan left, but before Taryn returned from the pensive." Severus
shook his head, gray streaked, raven locks falling in his sullen face. "It was him."
"Why was Taryn in your pensive?" Albus inquired, trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle
together. Severus stared up at the older man in shock.
"I- I don't know..." Severus looked confused, closing his eyes while the memory washed over
him. "It was all so sudden...She came in - seemed startled, frazzled even. She rummaged around
my office until she found the pensive; without a glance in our direction she was gone."
"Do you imagine he would go after the both of them?" Albus questioned, eyes narrowed behind
the moon-rimmed glasses. Severus snorted.
"Why not? Two for the price of one."
"Do you think he'll go after Draco?" Albus looked thoughtful, weighing the problem in his mind.
"Or young Aradia, instead?"
"I can't say." Severus ran an unsteady hand through his hair. "It is entirely possible. Mr. Malfoy
/did/ kill his physical being." Sitting straighter in his chair, Severus glowed with anger. "As a
matter of fact, it makes /more/ sense - but why MY children?!"
"It is quite true, what you speak of. Never-the-less, you were his first traitor, and a spy for me
might I remind you." Albus eyes twinkled with gratitude. "I would think he'd seek revenge on not
only Mr. Malfoy, but Mr. Potter and yourself included."
Severus nodded, slumping into the chair once more.
"Tell me, Severus - Has Aradia been acting any different to you?"
"I can honestly say, I haven't noticed." Severus sighed heavily, prodding his temple with the tip
of his wand. "Should we confront the children about-"
"Certainly not! We mustn't startle them!" Albus furrowed his eyebrows. "After all, none of this is
through any fault of their own." Albus stood, moving towards the door. "We shall protect them
the only way we know how. But first, we must inform Messrs.'s Potter and Malfoy of these new
developments."
Severus nodded in agreement, pushing out of the chair.
"I will call for a meeting tonight." Albus said from his position in the door way. "Bring
Hermione."
"I wi- Wait...what? What on Earth for?" Severus, looking rather perplexed, folding his arms
across his broad chest. "If I bring her, we might as well tell the children what is going on!"
"Never-the-less, Severus. She is their mother, and she has a right to know." Albus soothed,
placing a gentle hand on the professor's shoulder. "And by not telling her, we risk her safety as
well." Albus slid his hand down, to rest gently upon Severus' own. The Potion's master offered a
rare smile, graciously accepting the comforting hand.
"I learned long ago never to second guess your judgement, Albus." Severus stated quietly. "I
don't plan to start now."