An Unexpected Twist
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Severus Snape looked as if he wasn't breathing as Potter stood above his crumbled body in the clearing of the Forbidden Forest. "Excellent, Lucius." Potter beamed with pride. "Now that fool cannot stop my plans now. I've work far too long and hard at getting Granger to marry Potter in the first place. This fool cannot get in the way of things now. Especially when we're close to getting Hermione to bare me my son."
Lucius shot Potter another odd look. It was the little slip up's he noticed most. Potter would call Granger by her first name with an almost respectful tone in his voice, and the next would claim she was the easiest Mudblood lay he ever had.
"Why don't you just take her, Milord?" Lucius asked, giving Potter yet another untrusting glance. "Even your Deatheaters are not so kind when you've wished them to have certain women. Get it over with, Milord. Take her!"
Potter shook his head furiously no, and gave Lucius a deadly look back. "And who are you to tell me who I should be taking into my bed? I'll take care of her in my own time! Is that clear Lucius?"
"Very, Milord." Lucius said, his tone like ice with layered fear.
"Now leave me!" Potter hissed evily. "Before you live to regret my forgiveness of your error, Lucius."
"Yes, Milord." Malfoy hissed. With a gust of his cape Lucius was then gone off into the night.
Potter then looked back down to the nearly ruined form of his former Teacher and winced. He had not meant to have been so vicious in allowing Malfoy to attack him, but it had been required. Lucius Malfoy had to suspect nothing yet.
That Voldermort had indeed returned, but only to find the perfect body for him was dying. That the boy who lived was soon going to be no more. A rare form of muggle illness that was rare in the magical world was eatting at the insides of Potter's body. In months he would be dead. That was why he had wanted to meet his wife in London. He wanted to tell her that he learned he was dying. But Voldermort would use that journey to London to get what he wanted from Potter before he dies. An heir of the power that Potter had stolen from him as a baby. That child would restore him to full form. Into his new form.
Potter looked back at Snape and sneered at the unmoving shape on the forest floor.
"Well, you slimey old git," Potter sneered viciously, and stood directly over the body on the floor now, as he smiled nastily down at the ruined face. "It's just you and me, now."
With a wave of his wand, Potter sent Snape's dying body back to the
Hospital wing of Hogwarts, hoping that old Pomfrey could again work her
magic once more, and save Severus Snape's life so that he could live.
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(You folks think I'd kill Snape? Wow, I guess I'm not too bad of a writer then. I'm happy I could pull off suspense so well. But you can all rest easy. I'm not going to kill off my favorite Potions master. It would break my heart to see Hermione without him.) :)
