I'm still alive …BOOYAH! Unfortunately, this chapter is abysmally short. Hey, better than nothing …I hope…
The Fifth Marauder
Chapter …uh…New … :o)
Alarun
The small silver wisps that began to slowly creep out of the pearl and ivory box grew into dense fog. It covered the entire courtyard; nearly waist deep, so thick and white that the green grass underneath was impossible to see.
A swirling white vortex formed in the air above the opened box, forming into a larger ellipse, growing and elongating until it was nearly a pillar of silver light with no end.
From within the center of the pillar a frail form seemed contained, vaguely humanoid in shape, though unnaturally long and slender. Limbs continued for a meter past the place normal hands and feet would be; leaving off in a fading opacity that would have been ghostlike if not for the fact that she was a solid being capable of using the limbs as weapons.
The pillar of light faded, leaving the slender being floating in the air.
Reaching out with her whip-like limbs, she danced and twirled and spun in the courtyard, swimming in the feeling of finally being surrounded by magic again.
Breathing deeply, she closed her silver eyes and sought out whatever magic she could feel deep within her conscious.
She was hungry.
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Severus had located Albus, Minerva, and the rest of the teachers by the third floor corridor after locking the imperio'd muggle in a nearby classroom. With few words, he led the faculty down to the dungeons, where Hermione and Harry were working diligently on the Adulescentia antidote.
Snape sat the teachers down in various chairs, and set about explaining to them what was happening as he worked on a portion of the potion, absent-mindedly advising Hermione and Harry. He didn't bring up Voldemort's attack, though: not until they were cured. The teachers listened attentively, asking questions now and again, until something glowing white behind Severus distracted them.
He followed their eyes and saw a slender female figure appear in front of him, seeming to form from mist that gathered from the thin air. The last parts to form were her face and eyes, which were mercury-silver and seemed to be staring through him.
She reached out an arm that never seemed to end and stroked the side of his face, smiling maternally. He felt the dried blood crack off under the caress, and was too stunned to move.
"You are leaking."
Her lips didn't move, but her voice was loud and strong, hanging in the air like a tuning fork.
"Sorry," was all that he could think for a reply.
"I could smell you from across the castle. Your magic. It is leaking from your wounds."
Snape backed away from her as she moved toward him, but she trapped him against the table, her long arms resting on either side of him.
"Get away from her!" Dumbledore shouted from across the room, standing up. "She's a Quantum Daemon!"
Snape tried to dive away from her, but she was faster. As quick as light, her cold left cheek pressed against his right, and he felt like his heart was going to explode.