Chapter 11
In the dungeons 2 women lay entwined, spent in their passions and comforted by their love. Somewhere in the background a clock ticked. The women began to glow. Their bodies shifted and remolded. Within a matter of minutes the recognizable forms of Methos and Severus lay there. Methos turned his head and smirked at his lover.
"Ok.now I've done it all."
Severus laughed, and rolling over, captured his lover beneath him and kissed him for all he was worth.
***
Back in 3W our dear Ron Weasley couldn't breathe. After they had calmed down the twins, they had received the full story. Percy was actually the first to laugh. That started Ron off. He hadn't stopped.
He was on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes, face bright red. He finally calmed down a bit, then burst out laughing again once he looked at the twins.
"Ron, mate, you ok?"
Unable to talk Ron nodded his head. His arms were wrapped around his stomach, pressed against the stitch in his side.
He froze.
Arms still pressed to his stomach he started rocking back and forth, staring off into the distance. His eyes seemed extra bright as he stared. Hermione recognized the symptoms.
"He's having a vision."
***
There was desert. That was the first thing Ron noticed. Just miles and miles of desert and sand. Everywhere there was sand. Te horizon shimmered and the 4 horsemen appeared. They all wore masks save for Methos, whose blue face paint was replaced by red blood. He was bound and his face showed his immense suffering. The horsemen stopped before him and the leader spoke.
"The Panther cannot win alone, young lion. The Hawk's wings have been clipped and the Raven's beak had been bound. The birds of Prey cannot win. The pale Dragon is weak of heart."
Another voice spoke, in a familiar drawl. Ron looked up at Methos, but it was no longer Methos on the horse, but Severus, bound tighter than Methos ever was. Methos spoke from behind him.
"The pale snake speaks in half-truths. The Birds of Prey are sharpening their talons and now the Eagle has joined them. The panther will win with the help of the creatures of the sky. The Dragon will be his greatest asset."
"We will ride on the Hollowed Eve," The Leader spoke suddenly, having not heard Methos. "We RIDE!" The horsemen rode away, taking Severus with them. Methos chased after them on the wings of a hawk, intent on capturing his lover.
Behind the leader pale silver-blond hair flowed free.
***
When Ron opened his eyes he found himself in the back room of 3W, looking at the intent faces of his brothers and best friends.and Malfoy. He slowly uncurled and swallowed, his face pale. He could feel the onset of a headache. Hermione was kneeling next to him.
"Ron, are you ok? What did you see?" Ron smiled at her.
"I'm fine, Hermione, just a bit shook up." He cracked his neck and accepted the muggle pain-reliever that Percy offered. Magical pain reliever don't work on vision pains. "What I saw, however, I can't tell. Not yet. I have to tell Cassandra and Dumbledore first. I promised. It's war related. I need to tell Pierson and Snape, too, so I'll tell you then." HE stood, with the help of his friends, and the group (except for FrednGeorge) left the shop.
***
Meanwhile, deep in the secret Death Eater's HQ, the evil Lord Voldemort was preparing for his next attack. Ningini lay curled around his chair as he stared into the fire and absently stroked the smooth, cool scales of her crest. Wormtail sat on the floor in the corner, quietly sniveling and cradling his metal hand.
Tenderly he poked and prodded the red flesh at the joint of his wrist. He knew that his master's magic had isolated the infection that had set in, and would prevent it from spreading and killing him.
It still hurt though.
And it had been there for months. It wasn't going away soon. It was festering.
He wondered why. Part of Pettigrew, the part that had been Wormtail of the Marauders, mocked him. ~You know why,~ Wormtail sneered. ~You weak filthy traitor. That Dark Arts are incapable of healing, only suffering. Destruction, not creation are it's powers.~
'But the Master came back,' Pettigrew thought, 'He created a new body for himself.'
~Bah! You idiot! His body is nothing but a mockery of creation. You know how he constantly has to repair himself to keep from falling apart. You have seen this for yourself. He's a dead spirit in a dead and decaying body. The Dark Arts have no room for life, only death.~
Pettigrew squeezed his eyes shut, his hands moving to cover his ears. The metal was cold on his heated skin. 'Shut up!' cried in his head. 'Shut up! Don't Speak! I do NOT want to hear you!'
~As if you could stop me,~ Wormtail mocked. ~You forget, Pettigrew, I am a part of you. I am a Marauder. James was my friend. So was Sirius. So was Remus. You will pay for taking them away from me. Vengeance will be mine.~
"STOP!" he cried aloud and froze, his body growing stiff as he realized he had cried aloud.
"What." Voldemort hissed, "Did you ssssay?"
"Nu.Nu.Nuthing, my Lord."
"Come here!" Voldemort screeched. Pettigrew sprang up and ran to kneel at the feet of his master. He kept his head bowed, partly in respect, mostly in fear.
"Why do you lie to me, mmm? You think it isss wissse to lie to me? Lord Voldemort?"
"No, M'Lord."
"Well?" Pettigrew paused, but rushed into the explanation before Voldemort could punish him again.
"I am hearing things, M'Lord, in my head. Voices. They say horrible things. I was calling for them stop when I realized I didn't want to hear what they said.
"What do they sssay?"
"They speak of vengeance, M'Lord. Retribution. Revenge against you. I fear- "
"You fear! You have nothing to fear, sssave for my wrath! We are quite safe from attack here, you sniveling weasel! Do not let your fear make you weak."
"Yes my master." Pettegrew bowed and crept back to his corner. With his hands firmly clamped over his ears, mocking laughter ringing through his skull.
***
Cassandra's not in her tower," Percy said as they entered the castle, "So we'll head strait to Dumbledore. She'll be there." The others looked at him, with looks that clearly said, 'how do you know?' "What?" Percy asked, confused. Oliver, who was used to such things from Percy by now, rolled his eyes.
"C'mon." Oliver started their trek once again. They finally arrived at the gargoyle.
"Chocolate knickers." Percy said the password. Oliver looked at him disbelievingly. "What? I didn't make it up." The gargoyle opened up and Ron entered, alone.
***
He knocked on Dumbledore's door and it opened for him immediately, signaling that he was expected. He entered the office to see Dumbeldore and Cassandra both, sitting and looking at him. Ron spared one moment to look back at the door, as if to Percy in wonder, before he came foreword into the office.
"I, um. I had a vision." Cassandra looked at him alarmed. But Dumbledore's eyes twinkled knowingly.
"Ah, yes. Please have a seat, Mr. Weasley. Tea? Lemon drop?"
"No, thank you." Ron sat in one of the large cushy chairs that just seamed to appear when needed. Dumbledore nodded at Ron to begin.
"I was in 3W, laughing over the twins latest prank. It was classic. They turned Professors Pierson and Snape into women. We saw them run by, before we got to the store. The twins were crying they were laughing so hard. I was too, before, come to think of it. Anyway, suddenly I was in a desert, just like the last time. The horsemen were in front of me, all masked except for Pierson. Half his face was covered in blood. He was bound and gagged. It was the leader who spoke first. He said that the Panther, that's Harry, couldn't win. Snape and Pierson were being restricted from helping fully. He said Draco was weak hearted.
"Then Pierson spoke. I looked up at him, but it wasn't Pierson on the horse, it was Snape. He was tied even tighter than Pierson was. Pierson was behind me. He said, "the pale snake speaks in half-truths and riddles. The birds of Prey are sharpening their talons and now the Eagle has joined." The immortals are preparing for war, aren't they?" Dumbledore simply nodded, not mentioning the fact that Ron wasn't supposed to know of the immortals on the ground. But then again, there's not much you can keep from a seer. Ron continued.
"They will help, and Draco will be Harry's greatest asset. The leader then said they'd ride. The first attack will be on Halloween." Ron paused, "The leader of the horsemen, it's Malfoy, sir. Draco's father. He's replaced Kronos, or will shortly. They're going to force Snape to take Methos' place as Death." Dumbledore looked more grim than ever before.
"Thank you Ron. I can't begin to tell you how many lives you may have just saved. Go back to your friends. Tell your story. I'm sure they're dying to hear it. I will take care of informing Professors Pierson and Snape." Ron nodded and left, saying his thanks.
"What did me mean by the beak bound and the wings clipped?" Cassandra asked.
"Malfoy was speaking as Voldemort saw the situation. He believes that Methos is no longer a threat. He no longer posses the fighting spirit. Why he believes this, when Methos destroyed Kronos, just proves his insanity. As for Severus, he knows that I trust Severus. That's why he's allowed Severus to stay at Hogwarts. Just as he spies for me, Severus spies for Voldemort. He doesn't tell Voldemort half of what the light is doing, while he tells me all he knows. He believes Severus will not speak, not give information."
"Oh."
The two sat together for a long time, discussing their futures and the upcoming war.
TBC
Ok, that was the last chapter I had written. I took a break from this story for a while to write a Power Rangers story and catch up on my reading. I'll be posting the Power Rangers story in a few days. I have to type it up. I am once again actively writing this story so expect an update by the end of the week. (cue the music) I'm back.back in the saddle again.
General responses I don't know who I'm paring Duncan with yet. I'll let the cat out of the bag and say that Duncan will have his horizons widened by the end of this story, sorry. That man needs to get that stick up his ass removed and replaced by something else, at least temporarily. I will let you know that I had originally had him with Remus and Sirius, but that's probably going to change. Who he'll be with is still up in the air. It could be a boy or girl. And keep in mind, this is a slash story, and in keeping with my personal experience, most everybody is gay or bi. Ginny will get with a girl. Your welcome, Mel.
Annakas - I don't know when I'm going up update Chiaroscuro Major or Minor. Soon. I haven't forgotten it, I just haven't written any more. There will be a new chapter by the end of the month for both. Yes, that was a tribute to Blair. I love him, he's so cute!
Hana-chan - Duncan isn't a muggle. He's more like the ultimate Muggle born. He wont use magic a lot, as he's not very comfortable with it, but from time to time he will use spells. I know about that technical flaw. It's been pointed out to me before and I'm making an effort to fix it. Thank you.
Iris Wood - see. 11 chapters. *grin*
Aurumlupi - I could never forget this story. Mel would kill me. So would Lady Cinnibar. You too, I would imagine. Oh yes, I do love that bath scene.mmm.Sorry about Ginny. If it helps it wont be for a while and she will have a boyfriend first. I explained Duncan already.
Lady Cinnibar- Webcomics rock. Actually, all comics rock. I am newly employed in Zapp Comics and I'm LOVING IT!!!!!! I'm surrounded by comic books and toys and lots of cool stuff. Aw man, it's great. But, unfortunately, it does take up most of my Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Oh well. See, what did I tell you about Orlando. I now have him staring down at me when I wake up every morning.sigh. Since Percy rocks my world I had to have him be the cool teacher. As for Crabbe and Goyle, a little inside info, I was originally going to make the entirety of Slytherin house, including those two buffoons, turn on him, but I realized, they're too dumb. They've followed him blindly for over six years. Why stop now. I'm sorry to hear you got sick. The flu sucks. As always, your pooka awaits your story and your reviews. They keep me going. I brag about you to my friends, you know. "Lady Cinnibar is the coolest!" Because you are.
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
In the dungeons 2 women lay entwined, spent in their passions and comforted by their love. Somewhere in the background a clock ticked. The women began to glow. Their bodies shifted and remolded. Within a matter of minutes the recognizable forms of Methos and Severus lay there. Methos turned his head and smirked at his lover.
"Ok.now I've done it all."
Severus laughed, and rolling over, captured his lover beneath him and kissed him for all he was worth.
***
Back in 3W our dear Ron Weasley couldn't breathe. After they had calmed down the twins, they had received the full story. Percy was actually the first to laugh. That started Ron off. He hadn't stopped.
He was on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes, face bright red. He finally calmed down a bit, then burst out laughing again once he looked at the twins.
"Ron, mate, you ok?"
Unable to talk Ron nodded his head. His arms were wrapped around his stomach, pressed against the stitch in his side.
He froze.
Arms still pressed to his stomach he started rocking back and forth, staring off into the distance. His eyes seemed extra bright as he stared. Hermione recognized the symptoms.
"He's having a vision."
***
There was desert. That was the first thing Ron noticed. Just miles and miles of desert and sand. Everywhere there was sand. Te horizon shimmered and the 4 horsemen appeared. They all wore masks save for Methos, whose blue face paint was replaced by red blood. He was bound and his face showed his immense suffering. The horsemen stopped before him and the leader spoke.
"The Panther cannot win alone, young lion. The Hawk's wings have been clipped and the Raven's beak had been bound. The birds of Prey cannot win. The pale Dragon is weak of heart."
Another voice spoke, in a familiar drawl. Ron looked up at Methos, but it was no longer Methos on the horse, but Severus, bound tighter than Methos ever was. Methos spoke from behind him.
"The pale snake speaks in half-truths. The Birds of Prey are sharpening their talons and now the Eagle has joined them. The panther will win with the help of the creatures of the sky. The Dragon will be his greatest asset."
"We will ride on the Hollowed Eve," The Leader spoke suddenly, having not heard Methos. "We RIDE!" The horsemen rode away, taking Severus with them. Methos chased after them on the wings of a hawk, intent on capturing his lover.
Behind the leader pale silver-blond hair flowed free.
***
When Ron opened his eyes he found himself in the back room of 3W, looking at the intent faces of his brothers and best friends.and Malfoy. He slowly uncurled and swallowed, his face pale. He could feel the onset of a headache. Hermione was kneeling next to him.
"Ron, are you ok? What did you see?" Ron smiled at her.
"I'm fine, Hermione, just a bit shook up." He cracked his neck and accepted the muggle pain-reliever that Percy offered. Magical pain reliever don't work on vision pains. "What I saw, however, I can't tell. Not yet. I have to tell Cassandra and Dumbledore first. I promised. It's war related. I need to tell Pierson and Snape, too, so I'll tell you then." HE stood, with the help of his friends, and the group (except for FrednGeorge) left the shop.
***
Meanwhile, deep in the secret Death Eater's HQ, the evil Lord Voldemort was preparing for his next attack. Ningini lay curled around his chair as he stared into the fire and absently stroked the smooth, cool scales of her crest. Wormtail sat on the floor in the corner, quietly sniveling and cradling his metal hand.
Tenderly he poked and prodded the red flesh at the joint of his wrist. He knew that his master's magic had isolated the infection that had set in, and would prevent it from spreading and killing him.
It still hurt though.
And it had been there for months. It wasn't going away soon. It was festering.
He wondered why. Part of Pettigrew, the part that had been Wormtail of the Marauders, mocked him. ~You know why,~ Wormtail sneered. ~You weak filthy traitor. That Dark Arts are incapable of healing, only suffering. Destruction, not creation are it's powers.~
'But the Master came back,' Pettigrew thought, 'He created a new body for himself.'
~Bah! You idiot! His body is nothing but a mockery of creation. You know how he constantly has to repair himself to keep from falling apart. You have seen this for yourself. He's a dead spirit in a dead and decaying body. The Dark Arts have no room for life, only death.~
Pettigrew squeezed his eyes shut, his hands moving to cover his ears. The metal was cold on his heated skin. 'Shut up!' cried in his head. 'Shut up! Don't Speak! I do NOT want to hear you!'
~As if you could stop me,~ Wormtail mocked. ~You forget, Pettigrew, I am a part of you. I am a Marauder. James was my friend. So was Sirius. So was Remus. You will pay for taking them away from me. Vengeance will be mine.~
"STOP!" he cried aloud and froze, his body growing stiff as he realized he had cried aloud.
"What." Voldemort hissed, "Did you ssssay?"
"Nu.Nu.Nuthing, my Lord."
"Come here!" Voldemort screeched. Pettigrew sprang up and ran to kneel at the feet of his master. He kept his head bowed, partly in respect, mostly in fear.
"Why do you lie to me, mmm? You think it isss wissse to lie to me? Lord Voldemort?"
"No, M'Lord."
"Well?" Pettigrew paused, but rushed into the explanation before Voldemort could punish him again.
"I am hearing things, M'Lord, in my head. Voices. They say horrible things. I was calling for them stop when I realized I didn't want to hear what they said.
"What do they sssay?"
"They speak of vengeance, M'Lord. Retribution. Revenge against you. I fear- "
"You fear! You have nothing to fear, sssave for my wrath! We are quite safe from attack here, you sniveling weasel! Do not let your fear make you weak."
"Yes my master." Pettegrew bowed and crept back to his corner. With his hands firmly clamped over his ears, mocking laughter ringing through his skull.
***
Cassandra's not in her tower," Percy said as they entered the castle, "So we'll head strait to Dumbledore. She'll be there." The others looked at him, with looks that clearly said, 'how do you know?' "What?" Percy asked, confused. Oliver, who was used to such things from Percy by now, rolled his eyes.
"C'mon." Oliver started their trek once again. They finally arrived at the gargoyle.
"Chocolate knickers." Percy said the password. Oliver looked at him disbelievingly. "What? I didn't make it up." The gargoyle opened up and Ron entered, alone.
***
He knocked on Dumbledore's door and it opened for him immediately, signaling that he was expected. He entered the office to see Dumbeldore and Cassandra both, sitting and looking at him. Ron spared one moment to look back at the door, as if to Percy in wonder, before he came foreword into the office.
"I, um. I had a vision." Cassandra looked at him alarmed. But Dumbledore's eyes twinkled knowingly.
"Ah, yes. Please have a seat, Mr. Weasley. Tea? Lemon drop?"
"No, thank you." Ron sat in one of the large cushy chairs that just seamed to appear when needed. Dumbledore nodded at Ron to begin.
"I was in 3W, laughing over the twins latest prank. It was classic. They turned Professors Pierson and Snape into women. We saw them run by, before we got to the store. The twins were crying they were laughing so hard. I was too, before, come to think of it. Anyway, suddenly I was in a desert, just like the last time. The horsemen were in front of me, all masked except for Pierson. Half his face was covered in blood. He was bound and gagged. It was the leader who spoke first. He said that the Panther, that's Harry, couldn't win. Snape and Pierson were being restricted from helping fully. He said Draco was weak hearted.
"Then Pierson spoke. I looked up at him, but it wasn't Pierson on the horse, it was Snape. He was tied even tighter than Pierson was. Pierson was behind me. He said, "the pale snake speaks in half-truths and riddles. The birds of Prey are sharpening their talons and now the Eagle has joined." The immortals are preparing for war, aren't they?" Dumbledore simply nodded, not mentioning the fact that Ron wasn't supposed to know of the immortals on the ground. But then again, there's not much you can keep from a seer. Ron continued.
"They will help, and Draco will be Harry's greatest asset. The leader then said they'd ride. The first attack will be on Halloween." Ron paused, "The leader of the horsemen, it's Malfoy, sir. Draco's father. He's replaced Kronos, or will shortly. They're going to force Snape to take Methos' place as Death." Dumbledore looked more grim than ever before.
"Thank you Ron. I can't begin to tell you how many lives you may have just saved. Go back to your friends. Tell your story. I'm sure they're dying to hear it. I will take care of informing Professors Pierson and Snape." Ron nodded and left, saying his thanks.
"What did me mean by the beak bound and the wings clipped?" Cassandra asked.
"Malfoy was speaking as Voldemort saw the situation. He believes that Methos is no longer a threat. He no longer posses the fighting spirit. Why he believes this, when Methos destroyed Kronos, just proves his insanity. As for Severus, he knows that I trust Severus. That's why he's allowed Severus to stay at Hogwarts. Just as he spies for me, Severus spies for Voldemort. He doesn't tell Voldemort half of what the light is doing, while he tells me all he knows. He believes Severus will not speak, not give information."
"Oh."
The two sat together for a long time, discussing their futures and the upcoming war.
TBC
Ok, that was the last chapter I had written. I took a break from this story for a while to write a Power Rangers story and catch up on my reading. I'll be posting the Power Rangers story in a few days. I have to type it up. I am once again actively writing this story so expect an update by the end of the week. (cue the music) I'm back.back in the saddle again.
General responses I don't know who I'm paring Duncan with yet. I'll let the cat out of the bag and say that Duncan will have his horizons widened by the end of this story, sorry. That man needs to get that stick up his ass removed and replaced by something else, at least temporarily. I will let you know that I had originally had him with Remus and Sirius, but that's probably going to change. Who he'll be with is still up in the air. It could be a boy or girl. And keep in mind, this is a slash story, and in keeping with my personal experience, most everybody is gay or bi. Ginny will get with a girl. Your welcome, Mel.
Annakas - I don't know when I'm going up update Chiaroscuro Major or Minor. Soon. I haven't forgotten it, I just haven't written any more. There will be a new chapter by the end of the month for both. Yes, that was a tribute to Blair. I love him, he's so cute!
Hana-chan - Duncan isn't a muggle. He's more like the ultimate Muggle born. He wont use magic a lot, as he's not very comfortable with it, but from time to time he will use spells. I know about that technical flaw. It's been pointed out to me before and I'm making an effort to fix it. Thank you.
Iris Wood - see. 11 chapters. *grin*
Aurumlupi - I could never forget this story. Mel would kill me. So would Lady Cinnibar. You too, I would imagine. Oh yes, I do love that bath scene.mmm.Sorry about Ginny. If it helps it wont be for a while and she will have a boyfriend first. I explained Duncan already.
Lady Cinnibar- Webcomics rock. Actually, all comics rock. I am newly employed in Zapp Comics and I'm LOVING IT!!!!!! I'm surrounded by comic books and toys and lots of cool stuff. Aw man, it's great. But, unfortunately, it does take up most of my Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Oh well. See, what did I tell you about Orlando. I now have him staring down at me when I wake up every morning.sigh. Since Percy rocks my world I had to have him be the cool teacher. As for Crabbe and Goyle, a little inside info, I was originally going to make the entirety of Slytherin house, including those two buffoons, turn on him, but I realized, they're too dumb. They've followed him blindly for over six years. Why stop now. I'm sorry to hear you got sick. The flu sucks. As always, your pooka awaits your story and your reviews. They keep me going. I brag about you to my friends, you know. "Lady Cinnibar is the coolest!" Because you are.
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
