Hi everyone! With this chapter I complete Part two of this Trilogy ! YAEH!! It's pretty long since it was supposed to be originally two chapters, but due some problems I ended up making it a very, very long one. I mean it's over 5000 words! This must be like the longest chapter I've ever written…
As usual sighs this is NOT BETAD!! I'm not a native English speaker nor do I have a beta, so bear with the mistakes. Sorry, just tell me where they are and I see when I can fix them.
Also THANK YOU for the reviews! I love them all! They cheer me on to keep on writing on this story. Sadly I can't reply to each and every one of them. hehe.
Well, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Oh, and before I forget, remember that the last part is en event that happens inside of Harry.
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Chapter 11----------------------
Lucius growled low with suppressed anger. Someone had gone against his will and had released Lupin. Who ever was so insolent would learn soon the price he would have to pay for his stupidity.
"Bring me Black!!" he snapped kicking Peter in his back, who was still panting heavily from the effects of the Cruciatus on the ground. "You insufferable rat!" his voice turned high-pitched as he tried not to scream out in fury. "Get him out of my sight before I decide that his live is even less worthy than that of an House-Elf!!"
Two Death Eaters rushed over to the squirming form of Pettigrew and heaved him up leaving with him the room. Lucius tried to calm down, feeling his body trembling due his anger. It had been years since he had been this furious. His plans had been going so well up until now. He had succeeded in getting two of Dumbledore's most important spies and now someone had dare…
He took a deep breath.
Someone had dared to make a fool out of him!!
Voldemort got up from his seat next to Lucius. "I want the whole area searched throughout." He hissed, his voice was menacingly as he threatened the other Death Eaters with his half-raised wand. "We broke his wand, which means he can't use magic. He must be somewhere nearby." Lucius looked at the smaller figure sensing a cold stare glaring from under the hood at the others. "Find him, or I will have you all punished so severely that you will cry out like a whore for me to kill you!!" Voldemort snapped.
Lucius watched him while the Death Eaters hurried to leave them alone. He closed his eyes before speaking up again, not bothering to turn to Voldemort. "Fetch Snape, we will make sure that Black doesn't escape as well."
The Dark Lord nodded submissively. "As you wish…"
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Someone shook Harry lightly, forcing him to wake up after the trip with the portkey. He was about to ask what was going on when a hand was pushed over his mouth, quieting him. For a moment he was paralyzed but then he recognized Draco's features in the dark. The other put a finger over his mouth and Harry nodded in understanding relieved that it had just been Draco. For a moment he had thought he had been caught.
The blond handed him his father's cloak and quickly Harry disappeared beneath it. Meanwhile Draco got up to his feet. He lifted the white Death Eater mask to his face, hiding his features beneath it.
"Follow me quietly." He whispered. Sensing that Harry was next to him, he pointed towards the House at the end of the thick forest making his way towards it.
Harry felt an uneasy chill run down his spine as he remembered fleeing in panic from here. He couldn't believe he had been the one suggesting to return let alone was following Draco back in.
Draco took a deep breath feeling his body tense and his heartbeat racing. His blood rushed through him making him more nervous than he had been before leaving Hogwarts. He just prayed he wouldn't have to run into his father.
The cold wind pulled at Harry cloak and he had to hold on from the inside to it so that it wouldn't reveal him. That was the last thing he needed now, they had to find Sirius. He looked up at the ominous image of the dark manor looming with its pale-lighted windows down at them. Dark shadows hushed into the lights view and Harry felt another chill run over him. The plants around them rustled causing his attention to focus more on his surroundings than on the path he walked. He wanted to reach out to Draco, but immediately realized how foolish that would be. Others might notice Harry's presence. He truly prayed there was no one who had the ability like Dumbledore to see past the invisibility cloak. That surely would be disastrous.
Draco stopped and Harry realized they had stepped out of the thicket and were standing now before the house. He let his gaze rise while moving closer to Draco, bumping lightly into him. The other turned startled.
"Sorry." Harry whispered an apology.
Draco shook lightly his head and continued his way. Harry sighed before trotting silently after his cousin, careful not to come in contact again. The snake on his arm wriggled nervously and he had to bit down on his lower lip to ignore it for now. There was a chance that it might stop moving if he ordered it in Parsel, but the Death Eaters were running around in alert. They had probably realized that Remus had fled. Speaking up now could risk discovery.
Draco raised a hand a little signalizing to Harry to stop. A Death Eater came by and the blond blocked his way.
"What happened?" he asked.
The taller one looked down at him before answering. "Did you just get here or what?" the voice sounded female.
Draco crossed his arms taking a fast step forward invading her private space. "Just answer, woman." He snapped, which seemed to have the wished effect, or maybe she had just recognized his voice.
"The werewolf escape and now our Master has us searching the grounds for him." She replied.
"I see…" he leaned back given her some room. "What about the other one…what was his name again? …"
"Black?" she asked.
He nodded.
The woman shrugged. "I believe the Lord ordered Malfoy to take him down to the laboratory. They drugged him with one of Snape's new things." She laughed lightly. "Dumbledore will certainly have some surprise with that."
Draco chuckled, but Harry could tell that he lacked real emotion to it. "Then I better go see my father."
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"Hold him down!!" Lucius ordered as Black tried trashing around for freedom from the Death Eater's hold. He turned to Voldemort.
The smaller figure nodded lightly, lifting his wand muttering a curse. Black screamed as the Cruciatus hit him forcing him down to his knees. Unfocused eyes starred up to Lucius and somehow he felt a sick and malicious pleasure seeing the other suffer. It was more entertaining than any of his other victims, but that might be due his own personal grudge and dislike towards the Marauder.
"Give me the vial." He snapped at the man next to him.
"But Snape is no-"
Lucius grabbed the man by his collar with one hand. "Give it to me!" he shouted causing the Death Eater to crinch startle. A dark smile played upon Lucius' lips. "Snape will be here soon anyway. " he snickered "We can enjoy ourselves until he arrives."
"But we don't know what will happen to an Animagus if he-" The man's protest was suddenly stop and he found himself wriggling in pain on the ground next to Black.
"Do not oppose me!" Lucius growled lowering his wand before leaning down to take the vial out of the man's hand and stepped over to Sirius glaring up at him.
He reached out for the face and forced the vial into the others mouth. Black tried to spill it out again but Lucius held his nose close forcing him to drink if he wanted to breath.
Fire like liquid ran down Sirius' troth. The people who had been holding him let him drop to the ground were he struggled to find his breath again. The fire flared within. He tried to scream. Maybe he was already screaming. He couldn't say for sure. The world spun around in maddening colours and forms. Shades formed from nothing, sound increased and died out so suddenly that he felt his heart stop in panic.
Somewhere in his rational process of thoughts he realized that he had to vomit to get the venom out of his body. But realization and ordering his body to do so were two different things.
His skin started to stench mouldy and his bones started to crack. Pain went like an incontrollable flood through him and he cried hoping for death to release him from this madness.
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Draco stopped suddenly and Harry bumped again into him.
"What's wrong?" he asked making sure not to raise his voice too much to alarm the nearby Death Eaters.
His cousin reached up with a hand and lowered slightly his mask to look at where he expected Harry to stand. "I don't think my father will keep your godfather in the house any longer after the Professor escaped." Pale eyes scanned quickly their surroundings before giving Harry a nod to follow him and putting the mask back into place. "My father is probably pissed right now. And when he is, he takes his victims outside to a special dungeon that lays secluded from the house."
"Are you saying we have been looking for almost an hour here for nothing?" Harry asked distressed.
"I'm not sure…" came the reply while Draco proceeded to walk rapidly back down to the first floor. "But it would made sense." Harry heard him scowl under his breath. "I should have realized this sooner!" His steps started to become larger and shortly after Harry found himself running after the other out of the house back into the woods.
Unknown to both, Harry's cape had lifted slightly while running and his feet had become exposed, but to the figure in the shadows this did not remain unnoticed.
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Severus arrived to see Black screaming on the ground while a yellow fog evaporated from him causing the room to fill with a foul stench. He lifted a hand up to his mask pressing it against his face in order to keep his mouth shut so he would vomit like the others in the room. They had retreated to the walls watching either mesmerized or horrified the scene, Severus couldn't tell with the fog causing his eye to burn and water clouding his sight.
"What the hell have you done?!" he snapped at Lucius crouching over by the door letting whatever he had eaten out of his system.
The smell of vomit was starting to mix with the distinctive scent of blood. Realizing that he wouldn't get an answer out of Malfoy, Severus looked over at Sirius. The man had turned over on his back and was bending up like a tense bow. The sounds that escaped his throat were repressed by the gurgling of blood in his mouth and streaming down the sides of his face.
"What have you done?!!" he grabbed Lucius by his cape and pulled him up causing the stomach liquids that were still coming out of him to soil Severus' own clothing. "What did you give him!!" he was ready to scream, but he could feel his own organs tightening together in disgust at the scents and sounds around him. He knew that speaking more than necessary would have him end up like the other men and women in here.
"We gave him your new Potion…" a voice spoke from behind the him.
Severus recognized it as the Dark Lords immediately. Letting Lucius sink back to the ground he turned to face the smaller, but older man.
"But I hadn't finished it, besides I hadn't even finished testing it." He pointed at Black holding with his other hand the mask against his face again, fighting back the urge to throw up as well. "I thought we were going to use Black against Dumbledore, but if he dies here what purpose would it serve, my Lord? And he very well might. I added ingredients that are deadly for Animagus!" he said raising his voice at the end.
"Then isn't it a good thing that you arrived?" Voldemort asked countering his insolence with a deadly tone in his voice. The Dark Lord reached as well up to his mouth covering it with the sleeve of his cape. "Everyone out of here! Leave Black where he is!"
The Potion Master watched as Lucius and the others hurried out of the room. And he was about to follow them when Voldemort called him back.
"Severus."
He blinked behind the mask at the use of his first name.
"You'll keep an eye on Sirius … Black…" Ruby eyes looked up at him from under the hood meaningfully before leaving
Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Severus nodded slowly after the other. "Yes… My Lord…"
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Draco stopped at an old well, leaning over the border he glanced down waving with his hand for Harry to come and take a look.
"It's down there, but I've never been there, and I have no idea what exactly there is below, let alone how to get down. Unless you can fly, of course …"
Harry pushed his the cloak back revealing his head. "Isn't there a ladder?"
Draco made hand movement at his neck. "Don't head float!" he growled. "It's just as irritating as it was the first time you scared the shit out of me!"
Harry sighed amused. "Alright." He said letting his father's cloak fall to the ground before picking it up. "What about the ladder?"
Draco looked around. "I don't think there's one…" he lifted his hands to his hips. "But we could transmute a small branch into a rope…" he glanced at Harry. "How about that?"
His cousin nodded. "Okay I'll get the branch and the rope ready while you keep a check out for anything suspicious and warn me when someone comes."
Draco agreed turning to look back down into the illuminated passage below in the well.
He could hear noises from there and the smell was less than pleasant. Shadows started to become visible as they approached the torch beneath. Draco warned Harry as loud as he could get without catching the attention of the Death Eaters coming closer.
He watched as men gathered beneath. Then Draco heard Voldemort speak up in Parsel and stairs formed within the well in circular form reaching up to where he stood. Alarmed Draco hurried to hide behind a tree hoping that Harry was smart enough to do the same thing under the invisibility cloak.
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Lucius let the man next to him help him out of the well. He took a deep breath relieved to be able to smell clean air again. He sighed mentally; the chances that he could still use Black against Dumbledore were low. The look on Severus' face had said enough for him to realize that maybe he had gone a little to far and had behaved without really considering all the consequences.
It was unusual for him to act absentmindedly, but then again, it was rare to have the chance to let all his anger out on the man that had been his rival and enemy for many years. Whatever the outcome of Black's case would be, Lucius was sure that he had at least damaged some of Dumbledore's plans. If not, it was still enough to cause the Potter boy to blame and distrust the old wizard for his inability to protect the little family the boy had left.
He glanced at Riddle who spoke up again in Parsel causing the stairs to disappear into the walls before heading quickly back towards the house.
Voldemort had told Severus to remain behind and clean up after Lucius. It was an intelligent thing to do. If there was still a chance to save the Gryffindor, the only one who would be able to rid the Animagu's body from the venom was Severus. After all, he had been the one to invent it in the first place.
Yet Lucius was starting to get the feeling that the power he used to behold over the Dark Lord was starting to get less and less. Maybe he was just being paranoid, maybe he was just extremely sensitive since the Potter-escapade, but he was not a fool as not to see the rebellion that burned in the red eyes whenever the smaller man though himself to be unobserved.
Secrets were being held from him and what annoyed him was that he couldn't prove it because the only other one who probably knew about them was the snake. And even though he was a descendant of Slytherin, he had not inherited the ability to speak to snakes.
He turned feeling observed.
Nothing…
No one…
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion he walked slowly from the well.
Could Lupin be around to help his friend?
… Maybe…
He should call more guard up to the well.
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Harry rushed over to Draco hiding carefully beneath his cloak as Lucius Malfoy left the well's area.
"You think he noticed?" he asked the blond as they sat crouched against a tree glancing carefully around its side to make sure there was no one left.
"I don't know…" confessed his cousin. "Father is not usually paranoid, which would be a good thing for us, but the way he turned his eyes into our direction as though he could sense us here, gives me doubts." He looked at where he though Harry to be. "We should hurry, I don't want to even think about what would happen if he found us…" He narrowed worriedly his eyes making, which made look more like his father in Harry's opinion than ever before. "If he finds you…" he continued in a whisper and Harry could feel his throat getting dry at the mere thought.
Harry pushed the Invisibility cloak back and handed Draco the rope. "I have everything, we should act now."
The blond nodded taking another glance around the tree making sure they were alone once more. Then the two of them made their way to the well.
"You didn't happen to hear what Riddle said?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "I was too far away."
The Slytherin sighed. "Ah well, nothing we can do about that now." He passed a hand over his mask. "I'll go first."
"But-"
Draco's head spun around and he looked angrily at Harry. "My rules, remember! You stay, I go."
Harry blinked before turning his head ashamed away.
"Besides, if they see me, I can always say I was looking for father, whether you … You just would get yourself killed." He reached under his cloak and handed Harry a book. "If I am not back in an hour you will promise me to get the hell out of here with this. It's a portkey that will activate per password." He pointed at the title on the cover.
Green eyes looked in protest into pale one, but Draco glared emphatic back not backing away on his words. "Promise?"
Harry growled but murmured an agreement.
Draco nodded pleased. "Alright, put the rope around the pole here and let me slowly down."
Laying his father's cloak and the book on the ground Harry positioned himself against the well with one foot on the border while with the other on the ground to strengthen his weight against the others while letting slowly more and more of the rope glide below with his cousin holding onto it.
Harry felt a strong pull as Draco noticed him that he had made it down. He let his foot down and approached the well glancing down. He saw his cousin waving an okay up to him before he disappeared in the passageway.
He sighed passing his bandaged hand over his face. Slowly he retreated it from him glancing curiously at his arm. Since they had left the house the snake had not bothered to move. Not the he was complaining about it, but its stillness was unnerving.
Suddenly it moved alarmed under his skin and Harry cursed out loud in pain. He should just have ignored the slithering creature! He grabbed with his hand for his arm letting go of the rope and tried to keep it from moving.
Suddenly a spell hit him from behind and Harry hit with his face against the stone surface of the well. Tumbling in surprise back to his feet he looked for the spell's source. But there was no one visible.
The snake wriggled panicked.
Then swiftly and suddenly Pettigrew stepped into view. He pointed with his wand at him while coming closer. Unable to move Harry tried to control the scared creature in his arm to little success. So he reached slowly for his wand in his sleeve.
Pettigrew towered over him before he leaned down and grabbed the rope. He pushed Harry to the side, so that he tumbled sideways into a painful heap against the wall again letting his wand fall to the ground.
As Harry scrambled up after picking the book up and tugging it under his arm, he clutched with his hand his arm causing it to hurt more. Harry felt no anger or fear but acute irritation. Pettigrew: always Pettigrew! While Lucius Malfoy loomed in dire threat to his friends and family, Pettigrew, like the squealing mouse that he was, endlessly intruded to tug Harry down to the petty enmity that ruled between them. He glared at Pettigrew with a mute disdain that the man had not the wit to recognize as being dangerous.
"What do you think you're doing, Potter!" the old man said holding the rope firmly with one hand while pointing with his other hand his wand at Harry. He could see an odd glittering in that man's eyes.
Harry answered coldly. "Leave me be, Pettigrew!"
"Manners Potter." Pettigrew said in an amused scowl. "I know very well why you are here. You and that petty little son of Malfoy are here to free that godfather of yours. But there is no single way in the world that I'm going to allow you to interfere with my Lord's plans."
In mindless suspicion he pulled the rope up before reaching out to Harry and the portkey under his arm threatening him with his wand and showing that he was ready to attack anytime. But Harry's reaction was quicker than his own eyes could follow. The portkey was far too important to be placed in such foolish jeopardy; it was their only way back, their only escape route.
Pettigrew cursed loudly and threw an unforgivable spell at him.
Instantly, Harry was someone else in the blaze of power, rearing up terrible as a pillar of light. Towering in fury, he stretched an arm pointing at Pettigrew with a silver wand.
Pettigrew cringed before him letting wand and rope fall in surprise to the ground. His eyes were wide and his mouth slack with terror, expecting annihilation.
This other Harry watched warily, knowing that he was taking the greatest risk of all by channeling his own immense power through this small body which was not yet prepared to its fullest to accept it. Awareness pulled at his mind of the appealing forces at his command.
Pettigrew could sense this boy's anger and sudden malice whirling around his body like a trapped bird in a cage without exit.
And with a kind of sadness that was somehow unnatural and out of place a new voice spoke through Harry's lips. "You and your kin will pay for forcing me awake and bring an immense burden upon my shoulder." The green eyes shone brightly like the forbidden curse as the boy spoke again. "You shall not be forgiven."
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The Cruciatus hit him full force and Tom Riddle fell to the ground in a heavy thud, while he bit his lower lip in order not to scream.
"What are you up to, you little filth?!" Lucius grabbed his face to force him to look up.
Tom shuddered at the contact and at the memory of Black in a similar position.
"I …" he spat blood out. "I don't understand…"
Lucius glared menacingly at him. "How stupid do you think I am?" he slapped him with the back of his hand over the face causing the smaller man to slam once more against the ground. "Did you think it would pass unnoticed by me that you have men waiting at the well to free Black the same way Lupin was?"
Another Cruciatus hit him and this time he screamed.
"That I wouldn't sense them?"
Unfocused eyes looked up to him and a dry smile formed on the bleeding lips. "I can't disobey you…" he spat more blood. "Have you forgotten? … my Lord…"
Lucius crossed his arms. "Father warned me of your wickedness. Pettigrew of your madness…" the pale eyes darkened dangerously. "I can ignore all those… But my cousin gave me a very good warning before you killed him…" Lucius knelt down next to the panting form of Voldemort. "And do you know what he said?"
Crimson eyes starred up in defiance and Lucius chuckled at the weak display before him. He leaned down to the other's ear and whispered: "'Every spell will eventually wear off…every trapped creature will seek its freedom… And Voldemort will fight for revenge… Never trust a monster.'"
The Dark Lord's widened in disbelieve.
Lucius leaned back and got to his feet. "And did you truly believe I hadn't noticed that the Imperio had weakened?" he snorted. "A spell of such power creates a bond between the caster and the victim. I knew that you were slipping my control, but I had tolerated you're disobedience on Young Potter's case, even the fact that you were trying to make my own son my enemy." He turned his back to Tom. "But today… you passed your limit, and I don't tolerate betrayal."
The Dark Lord screamed as another spell was cast upon his body. The chains that had loosened tightened and the pain mixed with the blankness of ignorance that was taking over his mind. A liquid was forced down his throat and he could help but gulp it down.
Then unconsciousness overtook him.
Lucius stepped out of the room and turned to the Death Eater by the door. "Have everyone gathering at the well. The prisoners will try to escape…"
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Black had stopped moving.
Under normal circumstances Severus would have considered that to be a good thing, but in the condition the other was right now, that was the worst-case scenario that was on his list right before: He's dead.
He passed a hand over his sweating face.
After the others had left he had taken his mask off and had pulled his sweater's turtleneck over his nose to stop some of the smell to cause him dizziness. He had somehow managed to get a hold of the trashing man and forced him to drink up a vomit-provoking potion. Severus hadn't been sure whether it wasn't already too late for it to work, but then after a few very calm and seemingly endless minutes the Marauder curled over and emptied his stomach. But after that black had ceased to move.
Worried to go return empty handed to Dumbledore as well as Voldemort, Severus had leaned closer and had checked for a pulse and breathing. And thankfully both had been there, weak, but there.
The fact that Black was barely alive was a good thing, but Severus knew that if he didn't treat the man with the proper medicaments Sirius Black was doomed to die. Although that thought hadn't been as unwelcome as it should have, Severus realized that he had to worry about the boy he had left behind as well.
Ever since the incident where Voldemort had forced them together, Severus had felt an inevitable urge to be close to that boy. He hated that feeling, but it was overpowered by the need to keep Harry save, to protect him and have him where Severus could watch him. It was like a magic vortex pulling him slowly nearer not allowing him escape. For the last months it had been quite the fight with his self-control but he had managed to avoid Harry as much as he could and still not to make it too obvious.
… There was that 'Harry' again in his head. It was Potter! Potter!! …
Severus cursed under his breath annoyed at his own thoughts.
He looked down at Black wondering whether it would be appropriated to move the man at his feet. Clearly he should take him back to Hogwarts, but that would make him a traitor in Voldemort's eyes. He couldn't risk that, not after he had spend years sacrificing himself to come as far as he had.
Taking a deep breath he reached with an arm under Black, while reaching with his other hand for the man's arm in order to pull him up and move him along with him.
He couldn't leave the man here either after all.
Heaving the other up and getting a good hold on him so that they wouldn't both stumble back to the dirty floor, he dragged the other to door, kicked it open and left with him.
The hall was empty and quiet, his own feet echoed loudly until faintly he started to hear approaching footsteps. By the sound he could tell that whoever it was either sneaking around or hadn't the slightest idea of where he was. Thinking quickly of an excuse for dragging the Marauder around the well's dungeon, he prepared himself mentally for the contact with another Death Eater.
A small figure came into view and stopped at his sight. Severus moved on ignoring him.
"Professor…"
Severus froze at the sound of the voice. He starred at the somewhat smaller hooded man… not man, boy.
"Malfoy?" he asked out loud.
The boy nodded removing his mask. "Thanks goodness I found you two. We should hurry quickly back."
The Potion Master didn't move. "What are you doing here? I thought I had made myself clear that you-" he broke off. If Malfoy was here that meant that…
His eyes widened as he felt a sudden panic rush go through his body causing him to shiver involuntary. His student hurried to his side to help him with Black, but that didn't matter.
Something had happened to Harry…
He had been suddenly attacked by a wave of urges and emotions that wanted him to go help the boy, but as quickly as they had surface they had left leaving him empty and alone.
… Something terribly had happened…
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He starred emotionless at the men dying at his feet. Fools they were trying to fight against him, especially after what they had caused him to do.
He was furious at that rat for having caused a life to cease, for having forced him to awake after he had let the child go free. He was angered by the fact that he had awoken in a woman let alone a Gryffindor, but the emptiness that dwelled in him now was just as annoying.
He lowered his wand and it dissolved into a liquid matter slithering down his arm forming into a snake and crawling around his wrist like a bracelet.
He closed his eyes recalling the things that had just happened.
He had killed the man called Pettigrew…
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He had killed the men with white masks and dark hoods that had rushed with spells at him…
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He had killed the child this woman had carried…
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He had killed the spirit of his host…
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So much death in so little time…
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Why?
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Why wonder?
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Why indeed?
…
He turned towards the well knowing that soon more men would come, and he was definitely not in the mood for a battle right now. He leaned down and picked the book and the cloak up. Then he touched the stones and the silver snake at his wrist spoke calling forth stairs, which he proceeded to decent.
His body ached terribly with every step he took. The wound on his arm bled even though he had managed to put the bandage around it after the snake had broken through the thin layers of flesh. The bones that were now forced by his spirit to adjust to his usual height to grow, caused him to walk unstable on his aching feet. He steadied his walk by keeping his balance with his hand against the well's walls.
The snake hissed at him a question, but he ignored it. Even though he was now at control of this body, there were things that he needed to do to repay his host for her loss.
Sirius Black had to be saved…
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This dreams will never stop… will never leave me now…
I watch her sitting there starring with empty eyes at her belly.
I know she hadn't known, which is why I hadn't wanted to awake. I had feared that such a loss would destroy her soul, and indeed it did.
"I have nothing I can give you but a chance that we may live." I speak to her as I reach out for her face, but her body is but an empty shell now, cold to my touch, ignorant to my care.
"Harry…"
But she will no longer answer me.
Silence is a cruel partner…
Loneliness a sad friend...
"Death is just as much of a companion to me as you are now, my Harry…"
I can do no more then keep on holding to your empty shell.
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END PART II
TBC in PART III – Salazar Slytherin
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A/N:
So, how was it? Did you like it? Was it any good? Please review and let me know.
On another note, I haven't even started on Part III so I don't have the slightest clue when I can start posting it.
Well see ya then…
Shayla