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AN: We appologize profusely for the EXTERMELY long wait for the chapter. We seem to have lost interest in this story; as well as having a slight problem with writer's block. Oh, and the fact that Jordan's music career is REALLY taking off. check it out at jordanave.com
Anyways. We figured we should wrap things up, so as not to leave everyone hanging. So here is the final chapter.
~*~
"Jordan!" Severus sprang to his feet as his son barreled through the door with a horrified expression on his face. "What happened?! What's wrong?" Jordan turned slowly to face his father. The bane of his existance. And yet, after everything that had happened, he finally understood.
"Help me..." He whispered hoarsley, collapsing to the floor in a heap; sobs wracking through his body. He could still feel Voldemort within him. His presence was suffocating. He was not happy.
He was slowly killing him from the inside. Punishment for his weakness. For his betrayal.
"Jordan, please! Tell me what's wrong!" Severus Snape was not one to cry. In his entire life, he could only remember crying at his wedding, his children's births and the day Voldemort was finally defeated. Little did he know...
"He's inside me. He made me kill Shane... I almost raped Adalia." Jordan finally choked out, just as Hermione and Taryn were entering the main living area. At the declaration, three pairs of eyes went wide.
"Who? Who's inside you?" Hermione demanded calmly; though her anxiety was apparent as she fell to the floor beside her husband and son.
"Voldemort."
"But he's dead!" Severus objected; but in his heart, he knew his son was not lying. "No..."
"His body is gone, but his soul remains." Jordan coughed as he spoke the words, a soft trickle of blood smothering his pale lips.
"Jordan!" Taryn cried out in anguish as she saw the crimson liquid flow slowly from the young boys lips and down his pale skin.
"Please help me. Daddy..." The last word was a soft cry as Jordan closed his eyes and succombed to the darkness.
"NO!" Severus cried out, rocking the young Gryffindor in his arms as Hermione sent for Albus. The old wizard wasted no time in arriving at the Snape's quarters.
"Move, Severus." Albus demanded gently as he withdrew his wand from his robes. The Potions Master shook his head violently, refusing to let his youngest child go. By now, Jordan's breaths were coming in short gasps and a powerful heat was radiating from his thin frame. Severus seemed to take in none of this.
He felt horrible for all the things he had done in his son's life. Pushing him away... being cold and aloof. He regretted never getting to truly know the boy. His own flesh and blood.
"Severus, Albus can still save him!" Hermione, who also had tears flowing down her face, had her arms wrapped protectively around her first born. Her words seemed to have some effect on her husband, because Severus finally looked up into the frightened, yet determined eyes of his mentor.
"Albus..."
"Lay him down gently." The Headmaster instructed, kneeling beside the still form. Severus did as he was told, and backed away slightly. Albus closed his eyes, wand hovering gently over Jordan. The chanting was so soft that the other three occupants of the room could barely register the string of ancient Latin issuing from the old man's mouth. It was nearly ten minutes before a soft golden light began to emit from Jordan's body.
"Stand back." Severus ordered, his rational mind registering what was about to happen. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled his wife and daughter over to a dark corner; all eyes still glued onto the scene before them.
"PHASTMATIS EGRESSUS ET ABELSCO!" The old man roared. There was suddenly a deafening sound as a blackness filled the room; encompassing them all. Albus was thrown back but, by the grace of Merlin, managed to land on the soft couch. They all watched as the blackness swirled about, before stopping to hover at the ceiling, above Jordan's body.
"Sssssssssshit!" Was the last hiss Voldemort's spirit managed to get out before being sucked into a hole that had appeared into the ground. Just as quickly, the hole closed up and the room returned to it's previous state. At once, Severus rushed forward, dropping beside his son.
"Jordan? Jordan, wake up!" He shook the deathly pale form, more tears forming at his eyes. Hermione and Taryn had moved forward, and were now standing behind Severus. Albus joined them, as he looked sadly upon the boy he had considered a Grandson. "Please forgive me." Severus whispered, closing his eyes.
He knew that it had been too late.
"Daddy? Mommy? Tare?" Jordan whispered, eyes fluttering open. His heart was slowing, his mind numbing. He knew what was happening, but he had to say goodbye. "I love you. I'll always love you."
~*~
"Rest in peace, Jordan Severus Snape." Albus Dumbledore murmured as he stood beside a ebony coffin. Across from him, on the other side, were rows of chairs occupied by close friends and family of Jordan and the Snape family. The funeral for Shane had been earlier that week; and his parents had made it known that they did not blame Jordan. They believed the Headmaster when he told them the truth.
Aradia, who was clinging to R2W's arm, had also forgiven Jordan of the events in the forest. She, too, knew the truth.
But the others...
No one else knew. It was decided to be kept a secret. It was felt that people may panick if they knew the truth. So, it was decided that both Jordan and Shane had died in a Centaur ambush while gathering roots for a detention. It was widely known that the Centaurs were no longer friendly with the wizarding world, since Harry Potter's fifth year.
"Rest in peace." The mourners mimicked, some dabbing at their eyes with handercheifs; others not knowing quite what to feel.
Severus released his wife's arm and strode forward to the coffin before it was to be lowered into the ground.
"I love you, son. I always have and I always will."
It was just then as Serverus took his lead away from the coffin that a cool breeze grazed his cheek, catching the trail of tears that rivered down his aging features. He turned to look back as the coffin lid opened. He froze in his position as his son sat straight up. Everyone at the funeral was baffled. All eyes were fixated on the strange occurence.
"Jordan?" He mouthed quietly as his son turned to look at him.
"That Merlin is a life-saver. Literally." Jordan smirked as he swung his legs over the edge of the coffin and hopped out. "Hi." He waved to the gaping crowed, before turning to face his father.
"Wha...???" Was the reaction of most of the mourners.
"Dad?" Jordan spoke, quieting the friezied talk as he approached his father. A somewhat shocked Serverus looked at his now--very much alive son. Jordan wrapped his arms around his father tightly. "I forgive you." He said as tears began to stream down his face. His father clapsed his own arms around him and smothered him with his own embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Jordan. I'm so sorry."
~*~
There you go. Kind of a bittersweet ending; but it works.
:pulls out packet of tissues:
Ok. So. Yeah.
Thanks to everyone!
AN: We appologize profusely for the EXTERMELY long wait for the chapter. We seem to have lost interest in this story; as well as having a slight problem with writer's block. Oh, and the fact that Jordan's music career is REALLY taking off. check it out at jordanave.com
Anyways. We figured we should wrap things up, so as not to leave everyone hanging. So here is the final chapter.
~*~
"Jordan!" Severus sprang to his feet as his son barreled through the door with a horrified expression on his face. "What happened?! What's wrong?" Jordan turned slowly to face his father. The bane of his existance. And yet, after everything that had happened, he finally understood.
"Help me..." He whispered hoarsley, collapsing to the floor in a heap; sobs wracking through his body. He could still feel Voldemort within him. His presence was suffocating. He was not happy.
He was slowly killing him from the inside. Punishment for his weakness. For his betrayal.
"Jordan, please! Tell me what's wrong!" Severus Snape was not one to cry. In his entire life, he could only remember crying at his wedding, his children's births and the day Voldemort was finally defeated. Little did he know...
"He's inside me. He made me kill Shane... I almost raped Adalia." Jordan finally choked out, just as Hermione and Taryn were entering the main living area. At the declaration, three pairs of eyes went wide.
"Who? Who's inside you?" Hermione demanded calmly; though her anxiety was apparent as she fell to the floor beside her husband and son.
"Voldemort."
"But he's dead!" Severus objected; but in his heart, he knew his son was not lying. "No..."
"His body is gone, but his soul remains." Jordan coughed as he spoke the words, a soft trickle of blood smothering his pale lips.
"Jordan!" Taryn cried out in anguish as she saw the crimson liquid flow slowly from the young boys lips and down his pale skin.
"Please help me. Daddy..." The last word was a soft cry as Jordan closed his eyes and succombed to the darkness.
"NO!" Severus cried out, rocking the young Gryffindor in his arms as Hermione sent for Albus. The old wizard wasted no time in arriving at the Snape's quarters.
"Move, Severus." Albus demanded gently as he withdrew his wand from his robes. The Potions Master shook his head violently, refusing to let his youngest child go. By now, Jordan's breaths were coming in short gasps and a powerful heat was radiating from his thin frame. Severus seemed to take in none of this.
He felt horrible for all the things he had done in his son's life. Pushing him away... being cold and aloof. He regretted never getting to truly know the boy. His own flesh and blood.
"Severus, Albus can still save him!" Hermione, who also had tears flowing down her face, had her arms wrapped protectively around her first born. Her words seemed to have some effect on her husband, because Severus finally looked up into the frightened, yet determined eyes of his mentor.
"Albus..."
"Lay him down gently." The Headmaster instructed, kneeling beside the still form. Severus did as he was told, and backed away slightly. Albus closed his eyes, wand hovering gently over Jordan. The chanting was so soft that the other three occupants of the room could barely register the string of ancient Latin issuing from the old man's mouth. It was nearly ten minutes before a soft golden light began to emit from Jordan's body.
"Stand back." Severus ordered, his rational mind registering what was about to happen. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled his wife and daughter over to a dark corner; all eyes still glued onto the scene before them.
"PHASTMATIS EGRESSUS ET ABELSCO!" The old man roared. There was suddenly a deafening sound as a blackness filled the room; encompassing them all. Albus was thrown back but, by the grace of Merlin, managed to land on the soft couch. They all watched as the blackness swirled about, before stopping to hover at the ceiling, above Jordan's body.
"Sssssssssshit!" Was the last hiss Voldemort's spirit managed to get out before being sucked into a hole that had appeared into the ground. Just as quickly, the hole closed up and the room returned to it's previous state. At once, Severus rushed forward, dropping beside his son.
"Jordan? Jordan, wake up!" He shook the deathly pale form, more tears forming at his eyes. Hermione and Taryn had moved forward, and were now standing behind Severus. Albus joined them, as he looked sadly upon the boy he had considered a Grandson. "Please forgive me." Severus whispered, closing his eyes.
He knew that it had been too late.
"Daddy? Mommy? Tare?" Jordan whispered, eyes fluttering open. His heart was slowing, his mind numbing. He knew what was happening, but he had to say goodbye. "I love you. I'll always love you."
~*~
"Rest in peace, Jordan Severus Snape." Albus Dumbledore murmured as he stood beside a ebony coffin. Across from him, on the other side, were rows of chairs occupied by close friends and family of Jordan and the Snape family. The funeral for Shane had been earlier that week; and his parents had made it known that they did not blame Jordan. They believed the Headmaster when he told them the truth.
Aradia, who was clinging to R2W's arm, had also forgiven Jordan of the events in the forest. She, too, knew the truth.
But the others...
No one else knew. It was decided to be kept a secret. It was felt that people may panick if they knew the truth. So, it was decided that both Jordan and Shane had died in a Centaur ambush while gathering roots for a detention. It was widely known that the Centaurs were no longer friendly with the wizarding world, since Harry Potter's fifth year.
"Rest in peace." The mourners mimicked, some dabbing at their eyes with handercheifs; others not knowing quite what to feel.
Severus released his wife's arm and strode forward to the coffin before it was to be lowered into the ground.
"I love you, son. I always have and I always will."
It was just then as Serverus took his lead away from the coffin that a cool breeze grazed his cheek, catching the trail of tears that rivered down his aging features. He turned to look back as the coffin lid opened. He froze in his position as his son sat straight up. Everyone at the funeral was baffled. All eyes were fixated on the strange occurence.
"Jordan?" He mouthed quietly as his son turned to look at him.
"That Merlin is a life-saver. Literally." Jordan smirked as he swung his legs over the edge of the coffin and hopped out. "Hi." He waved to the gaping crowed, before turning to face his father.
"Wha...???" Was the reaction of most of the mourners.
"Dad?" Jordan spoke, quieting the friezied talk as he approached his father. A somewhat shocked Serverus looked at his now--very much alive son. Jordan wrapped his arms around his father tightly. "I forgive you." He said as tears began to stream down his face. His father clapsed his own arms around him and smothered him with his own embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Jordan. I'm so sorry."
~*~
There you go. Kind of a bittersweet ending; but it works.
:pulls out packet of tissues:
Ok. So. Yeah.
Thanks to everyone!