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Six Feet and Fallingby Saerry Snape
Chapter 22 :: November 29, 1995 :: Voldemort's Fortress
Voldemort was leaning over the model again when a door opened and William entered backwards. Sheyne lifted her head as he turned and threw someone onto the floor. The person moaned and murmured something that sounded like, "Bastard."
William bowed to the snake-like figure by the model then waved at the person on the floor.
"Harry Potter, My Lord."
NO! screamed Sheyne in her head. Please, God, NO!
Voldemort smirked and said, "Very good, William. Very good. I trust you shall take care of our other…guests?"
"Yes, My Lord."
William bowed again and left. As the door closed behind him, Voldemort walked over to Harry and grabbed his long hair, pulling his head up. Green eyes blazed with rage as Harry glared at Voldemort, his scar turning red as he did so.
"Ah, Harry. So we meet again. My dear grand-nephew."
Sheyne blinked. Grand-nephew?!
"Yes, indeed," said Voldemort, cupping Harry's chin with his other hand. "Trust my father to marry my mother's sister. How was he to know his wife was a Squib? In fact, it is amazing that you even have magic. And not just Slytherin blood…oh, no. Had you just that I could have killed you as I had my niece – your mother." His thumb stroked Harry's cheek as he continued, "The Snape's are descended from Merlin himself, you know. Not even Severus knows that."
"And soon, Severus won't be alive and the two of you, the last of the Snape's will be mine."
Harry hissed, "We'll never be yours, dear great-uncle. Never!"
"Oh, but you will, my boy! You will!" Voldemort smiled coldly and added, "There are more ways than one to control a mind. And I shall evoke the strongest of all these to bend the two of you to my will." He stepped back from Harry now and closed his eyes, beginning to utter words in a language neither of them recognized.
Harry watched him in horror then rushed to Sheyne's side, pulling at the cords about her paws. Sheyne gave him a look that clearly said 'Run' but Harry shook his head, face set in determination.
"We leave here together or we don't leave at all!"
Sheyne felt her heart sink and rise at his words then turned her eyes back to Voldemort. A green glow had begun to form around his tall, thin body and she looked at Harry in panic. The other teen had seen it too and had drawn his wand, which no one had thought to take away from him obviously. He pointed it at Sheyne's bonds and snarled, "Redimio genitus!"
The cords stayed put and the glow around Voldemort was getting brighter as his voice became louder in its chant.
Harry pointed his wand again and howled, "Redimio genitus!" putting every ounce of magic he could summon into the spell. There was a flash of white light and the two of them were thrown away from each other.
But Sheyne's bonds were gone.
Staggering to her feet, she led the panther form slid away and rushed over to Harry's limp form. He had hit the wall harder than she. Gently lifting him up, she felt something sticky. Pulling her hand away from his head, she saw blood.
Oh God…
Looking up at Voldemort, she saw that the green light had enveloped him and was slowly going to all corners of the room. Inching backwards, Harry's body weighing her down, she shoved herself into a corner, Harry's head in her lap.
"Caethiwa hyn 'n ddau ata. Ad 'n hwy ewyllysia bod dendio a chloddia bod 'n hwy s. Ad 'n hwy feddyliau bod chloddia."
Sheyne closed her eyes as the green light got closer and she felt a force tugging at something inside of her. The force began to pull at whatever it had found inside her and she screamed.
Then everything went dark.
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"Caethiwa hyn 'n ddau ata. Ad 'n hwy ewyllysia bod chloddia a chloddia bod 'n hwy s. Ad 'n hwy feddyliau bod chloddia."
"What is that?" asked Madame Pomfrey as the words echoed through the fortress. Even the Death Eaters who had been dragging them had stopped at the words.
Severus lifted his head and listened for a moment, his face going as pale as chalk the next minute.
"It's Welsh. 'Bind these two to me. Let their will be mine and mine be their's. Let their thoughts be mine.' Merlin's beard, he's trying to control Harry and Sheyne!"
"Finally caught on, did you?" asked William as he strode up. He glared at the other Death Eaters and snarled, "What are you waiting for? Kill them?"
"Here?" asked one of the Death Eaters in surprise.
"Yes, here, you fool. Kill them both."
Madame Pomfrey and Severus were thrown against the wall, causing Severus to let out another hiss of pain as his dislocated shoulder hit first. Twenty wands drew on them and William sneered, "Goodbye, Severus, Madame Pomfrey."
"You'll burn in hell for this, William!" yelled Severus, rising to his feet despite the wands trained on him. His obsidian eyes burned into the younger man's as he howled, "You're allowing that monster to destroy the minds of two children!"
"For our cause! This is what they were born for, Severus! You made sure of that!"
Severus replied, "They were born because they were born, William. No other reason than that."
There was a short silence then William said again, "Kill them."
The twenty wands lifted but before their owners could speak the words of the Killing Curse, Severus had pulled Madame Pomfrey tight against his side with his good arm and forced the other upward, causing it to drop back into place. His fingers traced a triangle within a circle in the air as he yelled out words in the same language that had rang through the fortress not a minute before.
"Rip fysga 'r eneidiau chan hyn choegddynion amlha! Anrheithia 'n hwy brydiau a bwra 'u i lawr!"
Silver light flooded the corridor, blinding Madame Pomfrey and Severus. When the light had cleared, they opened their eyes to find bodies strewn throughout the hallway. Madam Pomfrey gasped and saw a silver light out of the corner of her eye. She looked up at Severus and gasped again. He was glowing silver!
Severus looked down at her as the light faded and said, "Later for explanations, Poppy. We have to make sure that spell didn't work!"
Madame Pomfrey nodded numbly and was jerked along as Severus grabbed her hand, leaping over the strewn bodies and breaking into a run.
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"Uh…"
Sheyne's eyelids moved and opened slightly before blinking a few times and opening completely. The girl looked around the room and saw, to her amazement, that Voldemort was gone.
"But…," she whispered. "How?"
"Turn out the light," murmured a voice from her lap. Sheyne looked down and gasped. Harry was glowing! Hold on… So was she! What on earth was going on?
Sheyne lifted her hand and stared at her as the silver light that had surrounded it faded. She looked down at Harry and saw that his was fading too but that'd she'd been wrong. He hadn't just been silver but that same green that had surrounded Voldemort.
The door suddenly flew open and Sheyne Shifted to the panther's body, moving to stand over Harry's limp form, her lips pulled back from her glistening fangs.
Severus entered the room first, coming to a complete halt when he saw Voldemort's body then turning to see the panther and Harry's limp body. "Sheyne," he gasped as the panther moved away from Harry's body and turned effortlessly back into herself.
"Papa!" she cried as she ran into his arms.
Madame Pomfrey entered next, her reaction to Voldemort's body being to let out a little shriek then turn to see Harry. She quickly rushed over to him and began to scan him with her wand (which had been recovered from William's robes). Sheyne pulled herself away from her father's embrace long enough to say, "He's bleeding on the back of his head, Madame Pomfrey."
Severus looked distraught at that and looked at the mediwitch. He knew enough about the profession from watching his old friend to know that a head wound could be very serious.
"He'll be alright, won't be, Poppy?"
Madame Pomfrey was silent for a few moments as she studied the wound then stopped the bleeding with a charm. She looked at Severus and replied, "He should be. I think all he did was scrape his head on the wall."
"But…"
"But…I'm not sure. There could be some damage."
Severus paled then said, "Let's just get him out of here. The rest of the Death Eaters must have heard those spells."
"They can't Apparate!" said Madame Pomfrey, gesturing at Sheyne and the unconscious Harry.
"They don't have to." Severus reached into his robes and pulled out a rusty pocketwatch. "I made a portkey back to the school. It should land us right outside the gates and if they barge in here before then, they won't have time to drop the wards and come after us."
Madame Pomfrey nodded and Severus knelt beside her and Harry, his arm thrown over Sheyne's shoulder. The mediwitch took a tight grip on Harry's arm and Sheyne grasped his ankle as Madame Pomfrey grabbed the pocketwatch.
The other Death Eaters made it into the room in enough time to see the four of them vanish.
Redimio genitus – Bind begone
Caethiwa hyn 'n ddau ata. Ad 'n hwy ewyllysia bod chloddia a chloddia bod 'n hwy s. Ad 'n hwy feddyliau bod chloddia. – Welsh; Bind these two to me. Let their will be mine and mine be their's. Let their thoughts be mine.
Rip fysga 'r eneidiau chan hyn choegddynion amlha! Anrheithia 'n hwy brydiau a bwra 'u i lawr! – Welsh; Rip loose the souls from these fools abound! Destroy their minds and cast them down!
A/N: I don't know where the heck most of that came from, so don't ask. I'll explain about the Welsh in the next chapter. And has anyone noticed my trend of pocketwatches as portkeys?