"Real smooth Theo" Kal said under breath.
"shut up"
"what are we gonna do now?!"
"well. its called..fight for your lives!!!"
Theo jumped up and did a rather Matrix/ Tony Hawk move and jumped off the top bar onto a Dementors head firing "impendamenta" everywhere. Dion threw up one hand , his wand jabbing in the direction of a group of Dementors. He shouted out a German spell they didn't know. A black figure about 6 2' went flying backwards into a wall. His cloak flew back revealing long blonde hair. He could be no other then Lucias Malfoy.
Lia and Gabi tried to get the injured out of the way, but then were shot down by a purple beam and some gruff words.
Kal groaned and lifted her head wearily. She could sense John was lying beside her, obviously unconscious from the curse Voldemort first placed on them. Lily and Demi lay beyond him in the same condition and across the room, Fawkes, Gabi, and Lia lay unconscious. Kal groaned again then heard the sharp clash of swords. Looking up, she gasped as she saw her presumed brother Theo and Slytherin fighting. And Theo held Gryffindor's sword.
Kal tried to push herself up but failed, her aching muscles refusing to respond to her commands. She was forced to lie still, watching as the two fought. She wondered hwo logn she had been out, to wake up and find Fawkes here instead of Hogwarts, and Theo with Gryffindor's sword. Suddenly Dion appeared in his dog form, launching himself at Voldemort's back. The man slashed at Theo's stomach, causing him to jump back, then turned and threw Dion backwards into the wall with a wave of his hand. Dion crashed into the wall and fell to the floor with a whimper, struggling to get up but failing as Kal had. His blackish eyes locked onto her dark brown for a moment then they both watched as the sword fight continued. "Ah!"
Theo stumbled backwards, his hand clapping over his right arm. Slytherin's blade had slashes through the material of his shirt and the first few layers of skin. He healed it with a wave of his hand then leapt back into the fight. Voldemort snarled, "No magic during battle, Harry." Theo rolled his eyes and snapped, "Since when did you play by the rules, Riddle?" Voldemort smirked as he parried the other blade away from his face. "Never." "Exactly." Kal blinked, thinking "Why is Voldemort calling my brother Harry." "You foul snake! That's cheating!" "Whoever said there were rules?" "There are always rules, Riddle." "Such as?" "Such as, you can't put a bloody illusion on my sword to make me think it's a snake!" "But it's so much fun to see the look on your face." "Sod off, Voldie." "Oh! Such harsh language from you, Harry. By the way, how is Theo doing in there?" "Ranting at you. He has a few choice words he'd like to say to you." "Then let him say them!" "Oh, I don't think you want me to let him say them, Riddle." "Since when have you cared, Harry?" "Never." "Then why not let him say them?" "Would you like to have your head swell to the size of a watermelon then explode?" There was a pause in which only the clashing of the blades could be heard. "No, I think not." "Hmm, more's the pity. Theo, your turn." "Damn you, Harry!" Theo sneered and snapped, "Not Harry, Theo." Voldemort said nothing, only snarled in response and strengthened his attack. Voldemort backed up, parrying Slytherin's blade at each turn. "So, where is this curse Harry was talking about, Theo?" "What is the point of keeping up this banter?" "It's a habit." "Oh, how interesting. A habit that could very well get you killed." "That is the point to it. Normally it gets the other person killed because they're not used to talking while fighting." "Unfortunately for you, Voldemort, I'm quite comfortable with it." "More's the pity. This could go on for a while. Then again!" "Damn!" Theo stumbled backwards, tripping as the tip of Slytherin's sword slashed across the inside of his right arm. Gryffindor's sword fell from his limp grasp and Slytherin kicked it away with a booted foot. He then placed one foot on Theo's chest and placed the tip of the Hydra against his neck. "Goodbye, Harry. And Theo. A pity I could not get to know you, dear boy. We might have gotten along." Theo snarled, "I doubt it." Voldemort shrugged and said, "More's the pity." Harry took control again and hissed, "I'll be back, Voldemort. One way or another, you'll fall again by my hand." "Brave words for a dying man. Goodbye, oh and by the way I'm not Voldemort" A beam of emerald green light suddenly struck him in the back, causing him to fly through the air and land hard against the wall. Theo sat up, gaining control back from Harry, and stared as the entrance to the portrait room. Kal stood in the doorway, her face grim and soot-covered. And standing beside her, held up by the shorter girl, was Dion, a ball of green light dancing above his hand. It illuminated his face, throwing it into shadows. He glared across the room at Voldemort, who had risen to his feet again, and said, "Hello again, my dear ancestor." he sneered. "Dion." He smirked, the green light on his face making it scarier than it actually was. "Yes. That would be me." His eyes went to Demi, who shivered involuntarily and spoke up. "I have just one question before Harry, Dion, and Theo destroys you. Who are you." "My dear I am but. Salazar Slytherin, Head of the Ancestory line Of Voldemort and the other Slytherins. And you are?" "I am but." as she said this Demi quickly changed into her Animigus from, a blonde wolf like dog, with tall ears and black around the eyes and paws, she smirked, in her human form once again. "You! Your that girl! From my nightmares!" Slytherin sneered in contempt as the right corner of his upper lip curled over. Dion snapped, "Yes, her. Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping away from my father." Slytherin sneered, "I think not." Dion pushed his hand forward, like a schoolgirl throwing a baseball wrong hand and a beam of green light struck the stones at Slytherin's feet, leaving them scorched. Identical emerald green eyes met and he asked coldly, "How about now?" "No." Dion scowled and said, "Well, then. That's that." The green ball of light faded and a moment later the Serpent appeared in his hand. Slytherin gaped at the sword then looked down at the one in his own hand. "What?" Dion smirked and said "well Slytherin, The Hydra your holding there in Voldemort's hands is not the only Slytherin sword, I thought u of all people would know that." He stepped away from Demi, and she moved behind him. He walked forward on his own, a bit shaky but standing. "Didn't notice that, did you? You just knew it was one of your swords. You didn't know it was the sword you gave to your son, not your own." Slytherin scowled at the sword in his hand then looked at the one in Dion's. "Give me my sword, boy." "I think not." "I can control everything you do. Now give me my sword." Dion laughed harshly and said, "You can't control me." "We shall see." Slytherin pointed at Demi and snapped, "Kill her!" Dion laughed again as nothing happened. Slytherin looked dumbstruck. "You see?" "Then I'll kill her myself! Avada Kedavra!" The spell hurtled at Demi, who shrieked, then suddenly shot off course. Slytherin (and everyone who was conscious) gaped as the green light the spell took on flew towards Dion's outstretched hand, gathering there in a blaze of green fire. "I can block that easily enough. You won't be killing any of my family, Slytherin. But there will be one death tonight." Dion's eyes sparkled coldly as he aimed the green light at Slytherin. "And it will be yours." Slytherin snarled, "No! I've waited too long! I will not be denied!" Dion snapped, "Sorry. I'm afraid that your request has been denied. Have a nice day." The green light shot forward out of Dion's hand and enveloped Slytherin. But not before a darker green light shot through with veins of purple flew through the air and struck Dion, sending him flying backwards into the far wall of the portrait room. "DION!!" Severus scrambled to his feet and ran to his son's crumpled form. Demi was already there, his hand clasped in hers. Collapsing at his son's side, Severus grabbed his other hand and checked his wrist for a pulse. "No." "Ha ha ha." Severus' head snapped around at the sound of laughter. Voldemort still stood, his green eyes sparkling with sadistic joy. Demi looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. "You monster!!" Voldemort smirked and said, "A monster? I? I think not, young lady. I think your friend there is just an idiot. You see. He killed Slytherin, not me." Theo snarled at his spot on their side of the room and pulled the Serpent from Dion's limp fingers, rushing towards Slytherin a moment later with a wild gleam in his eyes. Slytherin blocked the wild blows easily, laughing all the while. "My, my. Testy, aren't we?" Theo snarled in response and doubled the fierceness of his attack. Then he slipped up. He left an opening in his defenses in his anger and Voldemort took the opportunity, tripping the other man easily and pressing his blade against his throat once again. "Here we are again. Any last words?" Theo growled, "Go to hell," and spat in Voldemort's face. Voldemort wiped it off with the sleeve of his robes then pressed the blade of the Hydra down into Theo's neck, drawing a line of blood. Theo gasped and choked. Suddenly there was an angry yell and Kal came flying out of nowhere, tackling Slytherin. They rolled across the marble floor, both fighting for the Hydra. "Get off, wolfling!" "Graphathz ach!" "GRAH!! God-be-damned, she-wolf!" Voldemort threw Kal off of him, sending her crashing into a now awake and wobbling John. They both fell to the floor as Slytherin grabbed the hilt of the Hydra again and started for Severus again. But the blade of a sword at his throat stopped him. Demi snarled, "You know my powers Voldemort." Voldemort sneered, "Back off, child. You don't know what you're dealing with." "Oh really, murderer." Demi spat out the word as Draco had once said 'Mudblood', putting an immense amount of venom in the word. "Now, get up." Voldemort rose as she ordered then backhanded her, sending her one way across the room and Gryffindors sword in the opposite direction. He spun back around to take care of Theo and found himself on the end of a long, ebony horn. "Oh, Prongs again. Really Harry, Theo, how do you expect to win against me?" Harry's father's animigus form snorted and moved its horn to where it hovered centimeters above Voldemort's heart. "Ah, that's how. Well, you'll have to catch me." Voldemort swung the Hydra and the unicorn reared, hooves flailing the air. As it did, Riddle ran. But he didn't run far. From the stairwell above came a streak of shining silver that breathed a blast of fire that only Gryffindor's sword could fire, at the unsuspecting wizard. It was Kal, who had gained conciousness had just returned with Gryffindor's sword. Her dark brown eyes twinkled violently, the werewolf within her snarling. The blade caught onto Voldemort's cloak, which he threw off. Another swing the size of a major league batter caught the man in the shoulder and he fell to his knees trying to gasp for breath. That's when it happened. Slytherin gasped and looked down. Poking out through his chest was a length of ebony horn. The horn withdrew and he collapsed, rolling over to look up into the dark eyes of the unicorn, which had blood spattered over its horn, mane, and eyes. He gave a choked laugh and said, "Bravo, Theo. Or is it Harry?" He coughed up blood once then died. The unicorn vanished and became Theo, who knelt by the fallen wizard for a moment. He closed the staring green eyes and whispered, "You'll never know." As he rose, Kal settled on her arms on top his shoulders, eyes gleaming darkly. Theo turned towards the portrait room as saw Fawkes sitting in Dion's lap. The teen's eyes were open and he was stroking the bird's scarlet-and-gold plumage, smiling weakly. "Dion?" Dion looked up and Theo saw a scar running along his left temple. Apparently the curse Slytherin had thrown had only grazed him. Or something of the sort. It didn't matter to Severus who was standing gloomily beside Dion, who ran forward and swept his son up in his arms. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" Dion leaned his head against Severus' chest and murmured, "Sorry, Dad." "You had better be. Gods, Dion. I thought you were dead." "Erm, Dad. A little secret to fill you in on that Anderius told me. We can't be killed by Killing Curses." Severus looked down at Dion, one eyebrow arched. "Pardon?" "Our family. We have an immunity to Killing Curses. That's why Voldemort couldn't kill me and whatever curse Slytherin threw at me didn't kill me. The immunity actually comes from him." ".which is why he didn't die when you shot Avada Kedavra at him," finished Severus. Dion smiled and nodded. "Exactly." Severus sighed and said, "Well I don't care what immunity we have. I'm just glad you're alright." "Me too, Dad." Severus hugged him again then looked up to see Demi hurrying towards them. "Dion! Your alright, your alright!" "Dem!" Severus released Dion, who staggered slightly then caught his balance and pulled Demi into a hug. She in turn pulled him into a kiss, which Severus and the portraits politely turned away from. "Ahem." All of them (portraits included) looked up to see Kal, John, Gabi, Lia, Sirius, Theo, Lily and Billy standing in the doorway. Dion flushed but Demi simply laughed and waved cheerfully. "Hello there." John scowled and spat, "Dion, if you ever make us come after you again and nearly get killed by your mad ancestor, I'll kill you." Dion smiled and said, "Fair game. Except well you guys came after Kal. Anything else you want to say?" John dropped the scowl and said, "Glad your okay. Brother." "Me too." Kal grinned draping her arms around both her brother Dion and John then asked, "Lil, Billy?" Lily waved a hand and said, "Oh, we're fine. Nearly being kill by your crazy ancestor is all in a day's work." "Lily?" "Yes, Kal?" "Shut up." "Yes, Kal." Everyone laughed at that then Demi rushed forward and enveloped Kal in a hug not that different than Severus' and Dion's. "Kal Lily Demarco, I swear on Merlin's name if you ever run away and get kidnapped by a madman - be he our ancestor or not - I shall come, kill him, then proceed to kill you in a very painful fashion before bringing you back to life. Is that understood?" Kal, laughing under her breath, said, "Yes, Uncle Demi." "Good!" Demi then hugged her tightly and whispered, "I'm so glad your okay, kid." "I think everyone is." Kal nodded and stepped back. They all then noticed the audience that they had. Demi and Lily blushed when Lucas said, "Ah, they finally noticed us. OW!" "You be quiet, Lucas O'Donnell Snape!" snapped Aerie Snape from where she and Amalia were dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs. Anderius and Sadiron were gathered rather embarrassed in Anderius' frame. Lily peered at the portraits and asked, "Who are you all? And why do you look so much like Professor Snape?" This last was to Anderius and Sadiron, who - except for their eyes and clothes - looked almost like brothers to Severus. Dion, grinning, said, "They're our ancestors, Gin. Sadiron Snape I and Anderius Snape. The two women are Aerie Slytherin-Snape and Amalia Snape. Amalia is Anderius' sister and Aerie is their mother." "What about me?" whined Lucas. Harry rolled his eyes and said, "And that's Lucas. Anderius' grandson." "I make no claim on him," said Anderius darkly, frowning at Lucas. "Hey, I can't help that I'm so lovable, Granddad." Anderius plunked his head into his hands while Sadiron moaned, "Merlin save us all." Dion laughed at them then said, "I'm sure you'll all be glad to know Slytherin's dead." "Dead?" "Really?" "How?" All of the portraits pressed forward, almost bouncing from the news. Severus quickly explained about the battle and how Slytherin died. Sadiron eyed him as he finished and said, "A unicorn, aye? I'd have imagined you to be a snake." Severus blinked then said, "So did I. Dion is a snake." "Aeyr, Dad." "It's half snake." "Half Basilisk." "They're very distantly related." "Cousins. Half Basilisk." Kal rolled her eyes and said, "You two stop it or I'll separate you." Dion and Severus looked at her then back at each other before ceasing their argument. Anderius looked on in amusement and said to Kal, "You, my dear, sound very much like my mother." "DERI!" "It was a compliment, Mum!" Aerie Snape frowned at him and he held up his hands in defense. Sadiron shook his head at the both of them then turned back to everyone else. He said, "Well, we know Dion and you, Severus, but I'm afraid we don't know anyone else. Would you mind introducing yourselves?" "No," said everyone save Dion and Severus. "Demi Moore." "John Ritter." "Lily Thomphson." "Billy Thomphson." "Sirius Black." "Kal Demarco-Black." "Theo Langely." "Gabi Donovan." "Lia Aletier." Dion, pointing to the golden and red bird, said "And this is Fawkes." He stroked the phoenix on his shoulder, smiling at him. "Ah," said Sadiron then shooed the other portraits back into their frames. "Move it, Alexander. Tara, Tanya, get back over there! Severus, I'm warning you. Sadiron II, III, and V, get your arses back in your own frames." The living occupants in the room laughed then Kal said, "Theo?" "What?" "Is Severus a family name?" "Yes." "Which one is uhh that one?" kal said pointing in the direction of Dion's father also Theo and Kal's brother. "The third." "So." "The first was the one Sadiron just yelled at and the second's portrait was burned with the Manor." "Hold on," said Anderius. "The Manor burned?" Severus and Dion nodded, launching into the story. When they were done, the rest of the Snape's were in shock. "All of the portraits," said Aerie. "Generations of Snape's gone." Severus nodded. "Three in fact. Included Mother and Father's portraits." "Hold on. They were painted?" Kal said dumbly. Severus gave his neice a look that clearly said 'You didn't know that?' and she glared at him. Sirius spoke up, "Alright, now that we have been introduced and talked to the lovely portraits, killed green-and-slimy back there, and rescued my dear new found daughter, what are we going to do?" "Wait. if Kal's dad is Sirius. and Dion's is Sev. and Theo's is some muggle. how are they all brother and sister?" Demi asked a very confused look in her eyes and sound in her voice. "Easy, we all have the same mum, Elfa." Kal replied smoothely. "And we really don't know at the moment who me dad is. I was adopted by those muggles." Theo said rolling his eyes. Kal gave her brother a big hug Severus pulled out a pocketwatch and said, "It's almost four in the morning. I suggest we get some..yawn..sleep." Kal said, "Rooms are upstairs. I have no idea what any of them look like as I mostly stayed in here." "You slept in here?" asked John. Kal nodded and John wrapped his arms around her, pulling up her sleeve as he did, revealing what appeared to be a speck of black. Sirius strode over and jerked his sleeve up fully. The Dark Mark was there. Harry sighed as Severus bent to look at it, muttering, "I wonder." "Hell's fires." Everyone blinked and leaned forward. Saerry asked, "What is it, Sev?" Sirius peered at the black mark on Kal's arm for another moment then pulled up his own sleeve. After a minute or two he said, "We were wrong." "Eh?" He pointed at Kal's arm and said, "That's not the Dark Mark." Harry looked down at the mark then asked, "Then what is it?" "I have no idea. It is a skull and snake, but there are two snakes. And there is a sword going down through the skull. The snakes are coiled around it." "Slytherin's personal banner," breathed someone. Everyone turned to look at Dion and said the same thing. "What?" Dion stepped forward and said, "Slytherin's personal banner. Dad, I'm surprised you don't know this. There was the family banner (he gestured at the tapestry on the wall) and then there was his personal banner. It was a skull with a sword plunged through it with two snakes coiled about the sword." Lily frowned. "But why would he have given Kal that mark?" There was silence until Kal began to laugh. She choked out, "His Heir. He chose me as his Heir, so he gave me his personal mark. How bloody spiffing." He spat out the last bitterly, now glaring at the Mark. John wrapped his arms about her again, leaning her head on his shoulder. Kal put her own arms around his waist, pulling him close. Sirius coughed politely and said in a rather strained voice, "Let's go see those rooms." Everyone nodded and they walked out, no longer seeing Voldemort's body in the entrance hall nor any of the blood. "The house-elves," Harry said wearily and they continued up the stairs. Graphathz ach - Werewolf for "Never!"
"shut up"
"what are we gonna do now?!"
"well. its called..fight for your lives!!!"
Theo jumped up and did a rather Matrix/ Tony Hawk move and jumped off the top bar onto a Dementors head firing "impendamenta" everywhere. Dion threw up one hand , his wand jabbing in the direction of a group of Dementors. He shouted out a German spell they didn't know. A black figure about 6 2' went flying backwards into a wall. His cloak flew back revealing long blonde hair. He could be no other then Lucias Malfoy.
Lia and Gabi tried to get the injured out of the way, but then were shot down by a purple beam and some gruff words.
Kal groaned and lifted her head wearily. She could sense John was lying beside her, obviously unconscious from the curse Voldemort first placed on them. Lily and Demi lay beyond him in the same condition and across the room, Fawkes, Gabi, and Lia lay unconscious. Kal groaned again then heard the sharp clash of swords. Looking up, she gasped as she saw her presumed brother Theo and Slytherin fighting. And Theo held Gryffindor's sword.
Kal tried to push herself up but failed, her aching muscles refusing to respond to her commands. She was forced to lie still, watching as the two fought. She wondered hwo logn she had been out, to wake up and find Fawkes here instead of Hogwarts, and Theo with Gryffindor's sword. Suddenly Dion appeared in his dog form, launching himself at Voldemort's back. The man slashed at Theo's stomach, causing him to jump back, then turned and threw Dion backwards into the wall with a wave of his hand. Dion crashed into the wall and fell to the floor with a whimper, struggling to get up but failing as Kal had. His blackish eyes locked onto her dark brown for a moment then they both watched as the sword fight continued. "Ah!"
Theo stumbled backwards, his hand clapping over his right arm. Slytherin's blade had slashes through the material of his shirt and the first few layers of skin. He healed it with a wave of his hand then leapt back into the fight. Voldemort snarled, "No magic during battle, Harry." Theo rolled his eyes and snapped, "Since when did you play by the rules, Riddle?" Voldemort smirked as he parried the other blade away from his face. "Never." "Exactly." Kal blinked, thinking "Why is Voldemort calling my brother Harry." "You foul snake! That's cheating!" "Whoever said there were rules?" "There are always rules, Riddle." "Such as?" "Such as, you can't put a bloody illusion on my sword to make me think it's a snake!" "But it's so much fun to see the look on your face." "Sod off, Voldie." "Oh! Such harsh language from you, Harry. By the way, how is Theo doing in there?" "Ranting at you. He has a few choice words he'd like to say to you." "Then let him say them!" "Oh, I don't think you want me to let him say them, Riddle." "Since when have you cared, Harry?" "Never." "Then why not let him say them?" "Would you like to have your head swell to the size of a watermelon then explode?" There was a pause in which only the clashing of the blades could be heard. "No, I think not." "Hmm, more's the pity. Theo, your turn." "Damn you, Harry!" Theo sneered and snapped, "Not Harry, Theo." Voldemort said nothing, only snarled in response and strengthened his attack. Voldemort backed up, parrying Slytherin's blade at each turn. "So, where is this curse Harry was talking about, Theo?" "What is the point of keeping up this banter?" "It's a habit." "Oh, how interesting. A habit that could very well get you killed." "That is the point to it. Normally it gets the other person killed because they're not used to talking while fighting." "Unfortunately for you, Voldemort, I'm quite comfortable with it." "More's the pity. This could go on for a while. Then again!" "Damn!" Theo stumbled backwards, tripping as the tip of Slytherin's sword slashed across the inside of his right arm. Gryffindor's sword fell from his limp grasp and Slytherin kicked it away with a booted foot. He then placed one foot on Theo's chest and placed the tip of the Hydra against his neck. "Goodbye, Harry. And Theo. A pity I could not get to know you, dear boy. We might have gotten along." Theo snarled, "I doubt it." Voldemort shrugged and said, "More's the pity." Harry took control again and hissed, "I'll be back, Voldemort. One way or another, you'll fall again by my hand." "Brave words for a dying man. Goodbye, oh and by the way I'm not Voldemort" A beam of emerald green light suddenly struck him in the back, causing him to fly through the air and land hard against the wall. Theo sat up, gaining control back from Harry, and stared as the entrance to the portrait room. Kal stood in the doorway, her face grim and soot-covered. And standing beside her, held up by the shorter girl, was Dion, a ball of green light dancing above his hand. It illuminated his face, throwing it into shadows. He glared across the room at Voldemort, who had risen to his feet again, and said, "Hello again, my dear ancestor." he sneered. "Dion." He smirked, the green light on his face making it scarier than it actually was. "Yes. That would be me." His eyes went to Demi, who shivered involuntarily and spoke up. "I have just one question before Harry, Dion, and Theo destroys you. Who are you." "My dear I am but. Salazar Slytherin, Head of the Ancestory line Of Voldemort and the other Slytherins. And you are?" "I am but." as she said this Demi quickly changed into her Animigus from, a blonde wolf like dog, with tall ears and black around the eyes and paws, she smirked, in her human form once again. "You! Your that girl! From my nightmares!" Slytherin sneered in contempt as the right corner of his upper lip curled over. Dion snapped, "Yes, her. Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping away from my father." Slytherin sneered, "I think not." Dion pushed his hand forward, like a schoolgirl throwing a baseball wrong hand and a beam of green light struck the stones at Slytherin's feet, leaving them scorched. Identical emerald green eyes met and he asked coldly, "How about now?" "No." Dion scowled and said, "Well, then. That's that." The green ball of light faded and a moment later the Serpent appeared in his hand. Slytherin gaped at the sword then looked down at the one in his own hand. "What?" Dion smirked and said "well Slytherin, The Hydra your holding there in Voldemort's hands is not the only Slytherin sword, I thought u of all people would know that." He stepped away from Demi, and she moved behind him. He walked forward on his own, a bit shaky but standing. "Didn't notice that, did you? You just knew it was one of your swords. You didn't know it was the sword you gave to your son, not your own." Slytherin scowled at the sword in his hand then looked at the one in Dion's. "Give me my sword, boy." "I think not." "I can control everything you do. Now give me my sword." Dion laughed harshly and said, "You can't control me." "We shall see." Slytherin pointed at Demi and snapped, "Kill her!" Dion laughed again as nothing happened. Slytherin looked dumbstruck. "You see?" "Then I'll kill her myself! Avada Kedavra!" The spell hurtled at Demi, who shrieked, then suddenly shot off course. Slytherin (and everyone who was conscious) gaped as the green light the spell took on flew towards Dion's outstretched hand, gathering there in a blaze of green fire. "I can block that easily enough. You won't be killing any of my family, Slytherin. But there will be one death tonight." Dion's eyes sparkled coldly as he aimed the green light at Slytherin. "And it will be yours." Slytherin snarled, "No! I've waited too long! I will not be denied!" Dion snapped, "Sorry. I'm afraid that your request has been denied. Have a nice day." The green light shot forward out of Dion's hand and enveloped Slytherin. But not before a darker green light shot through with veins of purple flew through the air and struck Dion, sending him flying backwards into the far wall of the portrait room. "DION!!" Severus scrambled to his feet and ran to his son's crumpled form. Demi was already there, his hand clasped in hers. Collapsing at his son's side, Severus grabbed his other hand and checked his wrist for a pulse. "No." "Ha ha ha." Severus' head snapped around at the sound of laughter. Voldemort still stood, his green eyes sparkling with sadistic joy. Demi looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. "You monster!!" Voldemort smirked and said, "A monster? I? I think not, young lady. I think your friend there is just an idiot. You see. He killed Slytherin, not me." Theo snarled at his spot on their side of the room and pulled the Serpent from Dion's limp fingers, rushing towards Slytherin a moment later with a wild gleam in his eyes. Slytherin blocked the wild blows easily, laughing all the while. "My, my. Testy, aren't we?" Theo snarled in response and doubled the fierceness of his attack. Then he slipped up. He left an opening in his defenses in his anger and Voldemort took the opportunity, tripping the other man easily and pressing his blade against his throat once again. "Here we are again. Any last words?" Theo growled, "Go to hell," and spat in Voldemort's face. Voldemort wiped it off with the sleeve of his robes then pressed the blade of the Hydra down into Theo's neck, drawing a line of blood. Theo gasped and choked. Suddenly there was an angry yell and Kal came flying out of nowhere, tackling Slytherin. They rolled across the marble floor, both fighting for the Hydra. "Get off, wolfling!" "Graphathz ach!" "GRAH!! God-be-damned, she-wolf!" Voldemort threw Kal off of him, sending her crashing into a now awake and wobbling John. They both fell to the floor as Slytherin grabbed the hilt of the Hydra again and started for Severus again. But the blade of a sword at his throat stopped him. Demi snarled, "You know my powers Voldemort." Voldemort sneered, "Back off, child. You don't know what you're dealing with." "Oh really, murderer." Demi spat out the word as Draco had once said 'Mudblood', putting an immense amount of venom in the word. "Now, get up." Voldemort rose as she ordered then backhanded her, sending her one way across the room and Gryffindors sword in the opposite direction. He spun back around to take care of Theo and found himself on the end of a long, ebony horn. "Oh, Prongs again. Really Harry, Theo, how do you expect to win against me?" Harry's father's animigus form snorted and moved its horn to where it hovered centimeters above Voldemort's heart. "Ah, that's how. Well, you'll have to catch me." Voldemort swung the Hydra and the unicorn reared, hooves flailing the air. As it did, Riddle ran. But he didn't run far. From the stairwell above came a streak of shining silver that breathed a blast of fire that only Gryffindor's sword could fire, at the unsuspecting wizard. It was Kal, who had gained conciousness had just returned with Gryffindor's sword. Her dark brown eyes twinkled violently, the werewolf within her snarling. The blade caught onto Voldemort's cloak, which he threw off. Another swing the size of a major league batter caught the man in the shoulder and he fell to his knees trying to gasp for breath. That's when it happened. Slytherin gasped and looked down. Poking out through his chest was a length of ebony horn. The horn withdrew and he collapsed, rolling over to look up into the dark eyes of the unicorn, which had blood spattered over its horn, mane, and eyes. He gave a choked laugh and said, "Bravo, Theo. Or is it Harry?" He coughed up blood once then died. The unicorn vanished and became Theo, who knelt by the fallen wizard for a moment. He closed the staring green eyes and whispered, "You'll never know." As he rose, Kal settled on her arms on top his shoulders, eyes gleaming darkly. Theo turned towards the portrait room as saw Fawkes sitting in Dion's lap. The teen's eyes were open and he was stroking the bird's scarlet-and-gold plumage, smiling weakly. "Dion?" Dion looked up and Theo saw a scar running along his left temple. Apparently the curse Slytherin had thrown had only grazed him. Or something of the sort. It didn't matter to Severus who was standing gloomily beside Dion, who ran forward and swept his son up in his arms. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" Dion leaned his head against Severus' chest and murmured, "Sorry, Dad." "You had better be. Gods, Dion. I thought you were dead." "Erm, Dad. A little secret to fill you in on that Anderius told me. We can't be killed by Killing Curses." Severus looked down at Dion, one eyebrow arched. "Pardon?" "Our family. We have an immunity to Killing Curses. That's why Voldemort couldn't kill me and whatever curse Slytherin threw at me didn't kill me. The immunity actually comes from him." ".which is why he didn't die when you shot Avada Kedavra at him," finished Severus. Dion smiled and nodded. "Exactly." Severus sighed and said, "Well I don't care what immunity we have. I'm just glad you're alright." "Me too, Dad." Severus hugged him again then looked up to see Demi hurrying towards them. "Dion! Your alright, your alright!" "Dem!" Severus released Dion, who staggered slightly then caught his balance and pulled Demi into a hug. She in turn pulled him into a kiss, which Severus and the portraits politely turned away from. "Ahem." All of them (portraits included) looked up to see Kal, John, Gabi, Lia, Sirius, Theo, Lily and Billy standing in the doorway. Dion flushed but Demi simply laughed and waved cheerfully. "Hello there." John scowled and spat, "Dion, if you ever make us come after you again and nearly get killed by your mad ancestor, I'll kill you." Dion smiled and said, "Fair game. Except well you guys came after Kal. Anything else you want to say?" John dropped the scowl and said, "Glad your okay. Brother." "Me too." Kal grinned draping her arms around both her brother Dion and John then asked, "Lil, Billy?" Lily waved a hand and said, "Oh, we're fine. Nearly being kill by your crazy ancestor is all in a day's work." "Lily?" "Yes, Kal?" "Shut up." "Yes, Kal." Everyone laughed at that then Demi rushed forward and enveloped Kal in a hug not that different than Severus' and Dion's. "Kal Lily Demarco, I swear on Merlin's name if you ever run away and get kidnapped by a madman - be he our ancestor or not - I shall come, kill him, then proceed to kill you in a very painful fashion before bringing you back to life. Is that understood?" Kal, laughing under her breath, said, "Yes, Uncle Demi." "Good!" Demi then hugged her tightly and whispered, "I'm so glad your okay, kid." "I think everyone is." Kal nodded and stepped back. They all then noticed the audience that they had. Demi and Lily blushed when Lucas said, "Ah, they finally noticed us. OW!" "You be quiet, Lucas O'Donnell Snape!" snapped Aerie Snape from where she and Amalia were dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs. Anderius and Sadiron were gathered rather embarrassed in Anderius' frame. Lily peered at the portraits and asked, "Who are you all? And why do you look so much like Professor Snape?" This last was to Anderius and Sadiron, who - except for their eyes and clothes - looked almost like brothers to Severus. Dion, grinning, said, "They're our ancestors, Gin. Sadiron Snape I and Anderius Snape. The two women are Aerie Slytherin-Snape and Amalia Snape. Amalia is Anderius' sister and Aerie is their mother." "What about me?" whined Lucas. Harry rolled his eyes and said, "And that's Lucas. Anderius' grandson." "I make no claim on him," said Anderius darkly, frowning at Lucas. "Hey, I can't help that I'm so lovable, Granddad." Anderius plunked his head into his hands while Sadiron moaned, "Merlin save us all." Dion laughed at them then said, "I'm sure you'll all be glad to know Slytherin's dead." "Dead?" "Really?" "How?" All of the portraits pressed forward, almost bouncing from the news. Severus quickly explained about the battle and how Slytherin died. Sadiron eyed him as he finished and said, "A unicorn, aye? I'd have imagined you to be a snake." Severus blinked then said, "So did I. Dion is a snake." "Aeyr, Dad." "It's half snake." "Half Basilisk." "They're very distantly related." "Cousins. Half Basilisk." Kal rolled her eyes and said, "You two stop it or I'll separate you." Dion and Severus looked at her then back at each other before ceasing their argument. Anderius looked on in amusement and said to Kal, "You, my dear, sound very much like my mother." "DERI!" "It was a compliment, Mum!" Aerie Snape frowned at him and he held up his hands in defense. Sadiron shook his head at the both of them then turned back to everyone else. He said, "Well, we know Dion and you, Severus, but I'm afraid we don't know anyone else. Would you mind introducing yourselves?" "No," said everyone save Dion and Severus. "Demi Moore." "John Ritter." "Lily Thomphson." "Billy Thomphson." "Sirius Black." "Kal Demarco-Black." "Theo Langely." "Gabi Donovan." "Lia Aletier." Dion, pointing to the golden and red bird, said "And this is Fawkes." He stroked the phoenix on his shoulder, smiling at him. "Ah," said Sadiron then shooed the other portraits back into their frames. "Move it, Alexander. Tara, Tanya, get back over there! Severus, I'm warning you. Sadiron II, III, and V, get your arses back in your own frames." The living occupants in the room laughed then Kal said, "Theo?" "What?" "Is Severus a family name?" "Yes." "Which one is uhh that one?" kal said pointing in the direction of Dion's father also Theo and Kal's brother. "The third." "So." "The first was the one Sadiron just yelled at and the second's portrait was burned with the Manor." "Hold on," said Anderius. "The Manor burned?" Severus and Dion nodded, launching into the story. When they were done, the rest of the Snape's were in shock. "All of the portraits," said Aerie. "Generations of Snape's gone." Severus nodded. "Three in fact. Included Mother and Father's portraits." "Hold on. They were painted?" Kal said dumbly. Severus gave his neice a look that clearly said 'You didn't know that?' and she glared at him. Sirius spoke up, "Alright, now that we have been introduced and talked to the lovely portraits, killed green-and-slimy back there, and rescued my dear new found daughter, what are we going to do?" "Wait. if Kal's dad is Sirius. and Dion's is Sev. and Theo's is some muggle. how are they all brother and sister?" Demi asked a very confused look in her eyes and sound in her voice. "Easy, we all have the same mum, Elfa." Kal replied smoothely. "And we really don't know at the moment who me dad is. I was adopted by those muggles." Theo said rolling his eyes. Kal gave her brother a big hug Severus pulled out a pocketwatch and said, "It's almost four in the morning. I suggest we get some..yawn..sleep." Kal said, "Rooms are upstairs. I have no idea what any of them look like as I mostly stayed in here." "You slept in here?" asked John. Kal nodded and John wrapped his arms around her, pulling up her sleeve as he did, revealing what appeared to be a speck of black. Sirius strode over and jerked his sleeve up fully. The Dark Mark was there. Harry sighed as Severus bent to look at it, muttering, "I wonder." "Hell's fires." Everyone blinked and leaned forward. Saerry asked, "What is it, Sev?" Sirius peered at the black mark on Kal's arm for another moment then pulled up his own sleeve. After a minute or two he said, "We were wrong." "Eh?" He pointed at Kal's arm and said, "That's not the Dark Mark." Harry looked down at the mark then asked, "Then what is it?" "I have no idea. It is a skull and snake, but there are two snakes. And there is a sword going down through the skull. The snakes are coiled around it." "Slytherin's personal banner," breathed someone. Everyone turned to look at Dion and said the same thing. "What?" Dion stepped forward and said, "Slytherin's personal banner. Dad, I'm surprised you don't know this. There was the family banner (he gestured at the tapestry on the wall) and then there was his personal banner. It was a skull with a sword plunged through it with two snakes coiled about the sword." Lily frowned. "But why would he have given Kal that mark?" There was silence until Kal began to laugh. She choked out, "His Heir. He chose me as his Heir, so he gave me his personal mark. How bloody spiffing." He spat out the last bitterly, now glaring at the Mark. John wrapped his arms about her again, leaning her head on his shoulder. Kal put her own arms around his waist, pulling him close. Sirius coughed politely and said in a rather strained voice, "Let's go see those rooms." Everyone nodded and they walked out, no longer seeing Voldemort's body in the entrance hall nor any of the blood. "The house-elves," Harry said wearily and they continued up the stairs. Graphathz ach - Werewolf for "Never!"