Chapter #38
Sirius read and reread the letter he had received only five minutes ago from Remus. It had been a frantic yet oddly formal letter, meaning Remus was obviously stressed about something.
Snuffles,
Dumbledore requests that you come to Hogwarts immediately, as there is a very serious matter to discuss. He asks that you come within two hours of receiving this letter.
Hurry up,
Remus
Sirius frowned. Something to do with Voldemort, he suspected. He rescanned the letter, than noticed a note at the bottom that made his heart beat doubltime.
P.S: Harry needs you.
Sirius tossed the letter aside and grabbed a cloak.
Harry needed him.
Voldemorts' got him...
Sirius was sure of it. He pulled the ragged gray cloak over his shoulders and bolted to the fireplace, seizing a handful of floo powder from a tin on the mantle.
Harry.. God let him be alright...
"Dumbledores' office!"
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Ron Weasley made his way dejectedly towards the Gryffindor common room, a mixed feeling of emotions racing through his head.
He was met at the fat lady by a frantic Ginny Weasley.
"Where's' Harry? Oh Ron, I have to see if he's alright!" she cried. Ron shrugged.
"He's with Dumbledore."
"I gotta go find him, oh Ron this is horrible."
Wait." Ron grabbed Ginny by the shoulder and spun her around. "What's' horrible?"
"Harry! Did you see the look on his face when Dumbledore said that? I've gotta find him!" At that Ginny left Ron, who spoke the password to Gryffindor common room and was greeted by Neville, Dean, and Seamus, all wanting to know what was going on. Ron was all too happy to bask in his new fame.
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Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, stared meditatively out at the sky from his perch up at the astronomy tower. His eyes were glued to the spot where the explosion had rocked the mountains.
He was thinking, of course, about James Potter and Hermione Granger. Could there have been a way to prevent this chaos? The ministry was going to be absolutely furious when they found out.
And his father? Probably already dead, or close to it. He had been in the dark lords' hideaway place when the explosion had went off. There was no doubt in Dracos' mind about that.
He shifted his gaze to the grounds below and sighed. It looked peaceful, too peaceful, right now. The lake shimmered blue and clear, the grass was green and lush, the greenhouses were lined up neatly, glass reflecting the setting sun, which was by now sinking behind the western mountain range.
Serene, calm. And yet. there was mayhem going on, only three hundred miles away from those mountains. Draco made a silent prayer to the sky.
Let Professor Snape live.. The only person that ever cared. God, let him live..
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Professor Severus Snape collapsed in a heap on the rough ground outside of the underground lair. He was tired, he was angry, and he was in despair. He lifted his head and stole a glance at James, who was cradling the young girl in his arms.
They had been lucky to get out alive, all of them. The few death eaters who had survived had caught up to them. And what a battle it had been. Five times he had been hit with the crutiatus curse.
His body still ached. But his own pain wasn't as strong as the pain he felt for James, who was tired and worn, and now had the burden of an unconscious girl on his shoulders.
Severus coughed, blood flying from his mouth, spattering his lips and the ground in front of him. James' eyes flickered over to the other wizard, his emotions in turmoil. And it showed in his eyes.
Hate, anger, despair, gratefulness, shock, love, devotion...
Hermione was still out of it, he noticed. Blood was dripping down the side of her head.
Hair was matted with blood.
Like a scene right out of a seventies-style horror movie. Bloodstained white shirt, ripped, bloody skirt, dark circles under her closed eyes..
"I'm sorry, James." He whispered softly. "I'm really sorry." His voice sounded far away, distant.
"I don't blame you." James answered, his eyes turning away from Severus and looking down at the girl in his arms. "I should have told her."
"I think you're right." Severus agreed softly. "You should have told her. But James.. You still have a chance to explain. We're gonna live through this, okay? I'm not going to let you die. Not here, not like this. I refuse." James looked back at Severus.
"Then I think you should help me. You're as involved in this mess as I am, dearest twin brother of mine."
End of chapter.
Sirius read and reread the letter he had received only five minutes ago from Remus. It had been a frantic yet oddly formal letter, meaning Remus was obviously stressed about something.
Snuffles,
Dumbledore requests that you come to Hogwarts immediately, as there is a very serious matter to discuss. He asks that you come within two hours of receiving this letter.
Hurry up,
Remus
Sirius frowned. Something to do with Voldemort, he suspected. He rescanned the letter, than noticed a note at the bottom that made his heart beat doubltime.
P.S: Harry needs you.
Sirius tossed the letter aside and grabbed a cloak.
Harry needed him.
Voldemorts' got him...
Sirius was sure of it. He pulled the ragged gray cloak over his shoulders and bolted to the fireplace, seizing a handful of floo powder from a tin on the mantle.
Harry.. God let him be alright...
"Dumbledores' office!"
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Ron Weasley made his way dejectedly towards the Gryffindor common room, a mixed feeling of emotions racing through his head.
He was met at the fat lady by a frantic Ginny Weasley.
"Where's' Harry? Oh Ron, I have to see if he's alright!" she cried. Ron shrugged.
"He's with Dumbledore."
"I gotta go find him, oh Ron this is horrible."
Wait." Ron grabbed Ginny by the shoulder and spun her around. "What's' horrible?"
"Harry! Did you see the look on his face when Dumbledore said that? I've gotta find him!" At that Ginny left Ron, who spoke the password to Gryffindor common room and was greeted by Neville, Dean, and Seamus, all wanting to know what was going on. Ron was all too happy to bask in his new fame.
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Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, stared meditatively out at the sky from his perch up at the astronomy tower. His eyes were glued to the spot where the explosion had rocked the mountains.
He was thinking, of course, about James Potter and Hermione Granger. Could there have been a way to prevent this chaos? The ministry was going to be absolutely furious when they found out.
And his father? Probably already dead, or close to it. He had been in the dark lords' hideaway place when the explosion had went off. There was no doubt in Dracos' mind about that.
He shifted his gaze to the grounds below and sighed. It looked peaceful, too peaceful, right now. The lake shimmered blue and clear, the grass was green and lush, the greenhouses were lined up neatly, glass reflecting the setting sun, which was by now sinking behind the western mountain range.
Serene, calm. And yet. there was mayhem going on, only three hundred miles away from those mountains. Draco made a silent prayer to the sky.
Let Professor Snape live.. The only person that ever cared. God, let him live..
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Professor Severus Snape collapsed in a heap on the rough ground outside of the underground lair. He was tired, he was angry, and he was in despair. He lifted his head and stole a glance at James, who was cradling the young girl in his arms.
They had been lucky to get out alive, all of them. The few death eaters who had survived had caught up to them. And what a battle it had been. Five times he had been hit with the crutiatus curse.
His body still ached. But his own pain wasn't as strong as the pain he felt for James, who was tired and worn, and now had the burden of an unconscious girl on his shoulders.
Severus coughed, blood flying from his mouth, spattering his lips and the ground in front of him. James' eyes flickered over to the other wizard, his emotions in turmoil. And it showed in his eyes.
Hate, anger, despair, gratefulness, shock, love, devotion...
Hermione was still out of it, he noticed. Blood was dripping down the side of her head.
Hair was matted with blood.
Like a scene right out of a seventies-style horror movie. Bloodstained white shirt, ripped, bloody skirt, dark circles under her closed eyes..
"I'm sorry, James." He whispered softly. "I'm really sorry." His voice sounded far away, distant.
"I don't blame you." James answered, his eyes turning away from Severus and looking down at the girl in his arms. "I should have told her."
"I think you're right." Severus agreed softly. "You should have told her. But James.. You still have a chance to explain. We're gonna live through this, okay? I'm not going to let you die. Not here, not like this. I refuse." James looked back at Severus.
"Then I think you should help me. You're as involved in this mess as I am, dearest twin brother of mine."
End of chapter.
