A/N- Well, here it is…the grand finale of Raven Nights, longer than previous chapters, hopefully tying all things together, and if not there is a sequel. A preview of Mackenny Moon will be posted just after this seeing as it is the sequel- it's a Harry Potter/Mackenny Snape Romance/Angst- 17year age difference, hmm how will this work? I will then work only on my PotC fics- whence those are finished…I will start Mackenny Moon, please enjoy and review.

-Chapter Ten: The end of all things-

Raven knelt at the so called "Lord" Voldemort's feet, her claret eyes glaring up into his bright red flames. He was disgusting, more so than Raven could remember, in body he was nothing, but it was not his body Raven was worried about.

He let out a high pitched noise that could have been a laugh, Raven remained unflinching and calm, her eyes revealing nothing of the anguished turmoil she felt inside.

"So, Raven Turner, we meet again, why you are not yet dead escapes my knowledge, but I'm sure Serverus has his reasons."

Raven let her tongue loose and replied rather smugly, "You know, I don't really know what you're talking about, I just know that you're a bad guy and I'm going to kill you." Voldemort threw back his head and howled with mirth, once his burst of glee had ended, he knelt down before her and tipped her head up with the tip of his finger.

"You are quite the evasive little bitch, aren't you? but no worries, you won't live much longer." he wrenched his finger from beneath Raven's chin and her head dropped down to her chest, slowly he walked away, ordering a masked menace to watch her. He had taken her wand, well, his Death Eaters had taken her wand, and then they had bound her arms and legs, she was completely defenseless…almost.

Almost, she was almost defenseless, but they hadn't checked her for anything but her wand, and the small switchblade she had hidden up her sleeve was going to come in very handy, very handy indeed…. With a quick flick of her fingers, the bounds on her wrists were cut, with another quick movement, the bounds that held her feet fell to the ground.

The man that was guarding her, never saw her coming.

With lightning-speed, Raven, took her guard down. Her movements were silent, her attack just as soundless. Then with cautious steps, she leapt over the body and stopped, a merciless smirk curling on her lips. Four Death Eaters had spotted her and were now making their way towards her, traces of fear echoing through their eyes, Raven fingered her blade and lunged.

The first masked idiot reached for his wand too late and Raven slid the blade through his throat, she landed at the back of the three, the hand that held the blade outstretched before her, her knees brought up to her chest, for a brief second the world came to a standstill; then the one's head fell to the ground with a hollow splat.

The remaining three reacted with the velocity of a sloth, yet again too slow. They came at Raven with unsure movements, it was obvious that they were new to this game, yet as untried as they were, Raven couldn't take a chance and let one live, she could regret it later.

She lunged again and took all down like flies with a flyswatter, she was actually having fun with this, too bad she wouldn't live through to see the war.

Mackenny was deeply involved in a game of chess with her mentor, Ron Weasley and was startled as the front door burst open and her father stormed in, followed closely by Sirius Black- they argued fitfully in the entryway before her father left the room, she could still hear him arguing with someone, but she wasn't sure who, especially when everyone was in the front room with her. He returned a while later flanked closely by a tall, thin man with messy black hair, electric green eyes, and a strange lightning bolt scar on his forehead- Harry Potter.

Mac had been sure that Harry Potter was only a myth, someone that the adults talked about to inspire people and scare the hell out of the Dark Lord; but here he was, in the flesh.

Ron stood up, crossed the room, and embraced the supposed Harry Potter, saying something along the lines of: "It's been way too long." Harry grinned and embraced Ron again, giving him a hard pat on the back, he then saw Sirius brooding across the room and grinned devilishly, Sirius met his eyes and flashed him a dark smile before resuming his brooding.

Harry turned to her father and gave him a questioning look, her father jerked his head towards the ceiling and the mythological Order of the Phoenix, dispensed and trudged up the stairs, Mac followed, opening the door to the room they had gone into just a crack so she could get a better view and figure out what exactly was going on that they needed to bring Harry Potter out of hiding to help out…

"Potter," her father started, "As I tried to explain to you downstairs, my wife has been recruited by her Agency to go off on a suicide mission-"

"Insanity!" Sirius exploded, "The whole thing is purely insanity, she…" he simmered down at her father's pointed glare.

"And you want me to…?" Harry asked, his eyebrow slightly quirked

"Potter, must you really plead naivety? Think, I know how hard it must be for you to get brainwaves out from that thick skull of yours, but don't play daft! The Dark Lord can only be defeated by you, and if The Agency has sent Raven out there to do what she cannot…she will die…that is inevitable, but she knows things, and if those things are unearthed by the Dark Lord…I shudder to think of what the world will become."

"That explains a lot, but I'm pretty sure that Raven can handle herself against Voldemort, she has before-"

"She barely made it that time!" screeched Sirius from across the room.

"Black, if you cannot control yourself, I ask that you leave so I can persuade Potter to aide us- this is his fight as well, if he can remember that." Harry gave her father a scalding look and Mac felt a tickle itch her nose. Before she could help herself, Mac sneezed, forcing her forehead into the door, causing the door to fly open, revealing to everyone the child-spy sitting at the doorway: "Ello…" Mac squeaked as her father swooped down upon her.

"Mackenny Vittria Snape!" he growled, "Just what do you think you are doing? Why aren't you watching your siblings back at the school? Why are you listening to keyholes, have I or have I not told you that one day listening to keyholes will put you into a grave amount of trouble?"

"I…" Mac decided against apologizing and instead went straight to the questions: "why are you talking about Mom? Where'd she go? Is she in trouble?"

"Mackenny, go back downstairs." her father ordered softly, Mac refused him, "No, I have a right to know if Mom's in trouble." her father visibly bristled and Mac braced herself for a beating, she stood strong and glared stubbornly into his eyes, locking her muscles and making herself virtually unmovable.

"Kenny, go downstairs, I know that you're worried about your mother, but you can be of more help while out of the way." Mac looked into Sirius's pleading eyes and felt herself submit to the instant plea of: 'Go downstairs.'

She turned grudgingly to go, but was stopped by a soft: "So that's Mackenny? Snape, you outdid yourself."

"Why do you say that, Potter, do you not think I'm capable of producing children?"

"Children, yes, human children, no." Mackenny turned around to see her father glaring warningly at Harry Potter, Harry, however, was glaring just as meanly back. "Mackenny, go downstairs." her father's voice reverberated through her body and yet she stood frozen in the doorway. Harry Potter approached her and put a kind hand on her shoulder, looking her square in the eyes and treating her like an equal he said softly:

"Mackenny, that's your name right? You really should go downstairs, when we figure out what's up with your mom, I promise that I'll let you know, but right now we just need to figure other things out and we don't want you to get worried, ok?"

From the intenseness of his electric eyes, Mackenny swore that she would have jumped off a cliff at that moment if he had asked her, "Ok." she retorted shyly, bounding from the room like a rabid squirrel.

Harry stepped back from the doorway and shut the door with a soft swing, shaking his head in amusement, "Cute kid, Snape, doesn't look a thing like you though."

"That's cause she's mine." all eyes turned to Sirius, who was now deciding not to brood, Remus gave a short whistle and rolled his eyes, and Serverus found an intricate dent on Sirius's forehead and was trying to bore a hole into his skull.

"Yours?" Harry asked, his eyes widened but there was no actual surprise reflected in the expression. Sirius chuckled lightly, "Not surprised at all are you."

"No, I'd actually believed that Snape couldn't have children and so I knew they had to have come from someone else." Sirius sighed, "He can have kids, Harry, David is his- that was always obvious though." Harry nodded his head in agreement and opened his mouth to respond-

"Potter, there are pressing matters at hand, my wife at this moment is battling with the Dark Lord and his followers, I do believe that that is by far more interesting than my children and who sired them!"

Harry grinned lopsidedly and shrugged, "Sure, and while we discuss that, let me just say that I will be the only one going in there- none of you are truly qualified-"

"Potter, I have spent the better part of twenty-nine years as a Death Eater, half of that time risking my life in espionage against the Dark Lord, I think I know what to do, and I think I'm qualified enough to appease your…" Snape sneered in disgust spitting out the last word as if it was a curse, "arrogance."

"Alright, I'll need you anyways," Harry flashed a charming smile, "you know where he last was, no one else does, of that I'm certain."

Snape felt his lips curl into a deep snarl, "Potter, I'll get you there and I hope that someone takes you out, if they don't, I will."

Harry's eyes flashed with challenge, "Petty threats, I'm too important."

"And your head has gotten just a bit too big, your arrogance and ego outdo you."

"Was that a complement?" Harry asked with a pretense of clueless guile, Snape responded with a comment meant to burn as much as fester and boil: "If you believe that, Potter, you really are as thick as your father."

Harry's fist came out of nowhere, knocking Snape clean in the eye, he staggered back, a few others jumped on Harry, trying to restrain him from literally killing Snape, "Don't you say that, don't you ever fucking say that, if you do I swear I'll kill you!" he was seething, his voice a venomous yowl, his fist ready to break and bleed. Serverus began to laugh, still holding his eye, Harry glared down at him and he waved his hand, "I had to make sure you were ready, we don't have much time."

Understanding flooded Harry's face and pulled himself from the grasp of the people restraining him, "You love her, don't you."

"Sometimes I'd like to strangle her, but…most times, when she's sleeping, I just watch her, I suppose I love her, and I know she loves me, she always has, she's just…she loves Black too."

"You're a good man, Snape, it's just hard to see it through all the grease."

A soft tapping brought Harry and Serverus out of their nonchalant reminiscing, they both turned to see the others staring at them in utter confusion, "Well," Sirius asked, are we going or are we not?"

Harry and Serverus shared another knowing look and disappeared together, the others popping out one by one behind them.

So Raven was bored. The idiot Death Eaters just kept coming, now a normal person, after spotting the disgruntled woman covered in blood holding the sliver of a knife, would have run of crying by now, but no, not them, they just kept coming; wands raised, lips ready to utter familiar curses, Raven would have none of that- she took off heads, slicing throats from ear to ear, giving the spaces where their faces once were jack-o-lantern grins.

The corpse Raven was carving, dropped to the ground and she came face-to-face with one of Voldemort's right-hand men. He was tall, eerily tall, Raven couldn't see his face due to the porcelain mask, but she was sure she'd seen him somewhere before, the long white hair seemed vaguely familiar.

"You won't get far." his voice was chillingly formal.

"I never expected too." Raven countered smartly.

"My, what a clever tongue you have."

"Yeah, I've found that it gets me into more trouble than it's worth though." is this what they were going to do? Sit and chat idly about nothing while idiots were trying to kill her, trying to kill many people! She sighed irritably and placed her hands on her hips, the blade still held tightly in one hand, "Look, we can either continue this conversation and pretend I haven't killed at least fifty-five of you, or we can just get our pending fight over with so you can lay on the ground in a pool of your own blood, and I can get on with my mission, which I've actually gotten way off track with because no killing was actually ordered."

"Then it looks like you are going to be in trouble."

"Naw, I figure taking out that crackpot leader of yours is definitely going to win me brownie points, so killing off all of you crazed freaks and the Dark Lord has become my new mission, mine, my own." the masked cretin chuckled and drew a jewel encrusted cane from at his side, grabbing the top jewel, he pulled it open and then there was his wand. "Oh good, so you we aren't just going to talk, now we're going to play."

They circled each other for a few moments, Raven feigning quick jabs with the knife in order to land crippling blows. The man began uttering curses, Raven evaded them elegantly, her body bending and twisting like a dancer's.

"Is this all you've got?" she taunted, "I've been in more danger from pigmy cannibals with forks, surely you've got more than this!" Raven saw the next events as if from a slow-motion dream: the wand came up, and the words "Avada Kedavra!" were shouted, from where?- Raven didn't know. She turned away from the coming blast, but it never came. Instead a body fell down next to her, Raven glanced down to see a corpse she hadn't maimed. "What the hell?" she whispered, still not sure whether or not to be thankful she was still breathing.

"Raven?!" the shout echoed across the corpse strewn field, "Raven, are you alright?"

Amidst her confusion, her panic, Raven recognized the disembodied voice as that of her husband, she could just make out his shape coming over the hill, there was no one with him, no one in Raven's vision anyway, "Serverus, Serverus, stay back there, he's right around here somewhere, I can feel it, I know you can too." another shout caused Raven's head to do a whiplash jerk, Sirius was rushing towards her from the opposite direction, the Order tailing him closely, a cruel laugh sounded from behind her, she began considering her options:

In front of her was free for her to run, to the left, Serverus, to the right…Sirius was bounding in a gallant effort to save her with most of the Order at his side, she didn't need the saving, but it was the though that counted.

Raven whipped around just in time to see Voldemort mutter something and Serverus drop to the ground in unimaginable pain. Raven sprinted to his side, she was thrown back by a mental blast from Voldemort's cunning mind, she could hear him accosting Serverus, accusing him of traitorous acts: "Serverus, this is what you've been doing? You are in love with this elusively evasive bitch!" the monster shook his head, tutting his discontent at Serverus's actions, "I could understand this if it had only been a few weeks, but, unfortunately for you, it's been eleven years, you've had her for eleven years- you should have shared."

Serverus's only reply was to spit on the hem of his Lord's robes. Voldemort kicked out, sending Serverus three feet across the ground, Raven felt something in her burst, and she was running- running at the Dark Lord, running to her husband, she didn't care what happened to her, she just wouldn't let him die like this, he deserved better, so much better.

A few paces away, she saw Voldemort pull a wand from his robes, she saw his lips move, and she heard cries from the others telling her to stay back, she didn't heed them.

The world slowed once more into oblivion, a flash of blinding green light began emitting from the end of Voldemort's wand, Raven lost all capacity to think, her brain wouldn't cooperate, so she acted, she leapt the few remaining paces and found herself taking the full brunt of the curse, she sank to the ground as the others reached the area, Voldemort had vanished, taking the final flow of Death Eaters with him, and Raven was dying, not dead, yet again she had survived the blast…but she wouldn't outlive it, not this time.

The group that met the fallen two stood frozen in shock, Sirius dropped to his knees next to Raven, his eyes tearing up, he ran a hand across her face, a finger tracing her lips, "Raven, my Raven, don't go, please…please stay here." she smiled at him, gave his hand a small squeeze, opened her mouth and coughed up a stream of blood, turning her face, she gazed blindly up at Serverus, looking at him, but not seeing him.

Raven's hand came up and grabbed at the open space above her, Snape grasped her hand, held it to his lips and kissed it, "You stupid woman," he growled through tears, "why would you do that? Why?" Raven opened her mouth to speak and a pocket of blood bubbled out, she began to cough wildly, all who watched remained still as stone, unsure of what to do, knowing that if anything was tried, in the end it would be useless.

"I…I couldn't…sorry…" was the most Raven could get out before she went into another fit of coughs, "Serverus…I l-love…you…" Snape gave Raven's hand a squeeze and kissed her softly on the mouth, his body shaking with dry sobs. Then the light in Raven's eyes distinguished permanently, her eyes lolled back into her head, closed and her body went entirely limp. She was gone, the prestigious Raven Turner had gone out the same way she had come into their lives, in a flash of green and a blur of pain.

"I'm sorry we didn't make here in time…" Harry offered lamely, just fishing for something to fill the silence.

"What do I tell them?" Snape asked finally, by 'them' meaning the six children suddenly without a mother. Mackenny, Miles, Paris, Alexandre, Amelia, and David, their mother was dead, and the man they thought their father was a lie…what would happen with them, he couldn't raise them all on his own, he knew nothing of children, he had been a teacher for most of his grown life and he knew nothing of children.

"Start with the truth," Sirius presented, "it will hurt them more if you wait." Snape shook his head and kissed the top of Raven's lifeless forehead once more, her eyes would now never open, she was beyond the veil of life, beyond the reach of pain, she was in the depths of eternal night.

A/N- Ok, ending, lame, yes, but I didn't know what to do, I was so lost and alone…ok, Mackenny Moon preview, like I promised, oh man, I love Sirius, and I love Snape, my computer has been spelling his first name wrong automatically because my brother is a dumbass, it's Severus not Serverus, man, my brother is a loser, he fanfics stuff too, but it's not worth reading, he has no imagination and is only eleven. Please review!

Mackenny Moon: Angst/Romance

Pairing: MS/HP

Thirteen years after Raven Turner dies to save her insufferable love- her daughter, Mackenny is still haunted by her shattering goodbye. Now twenty-four, Mackenny abandoned the wizarding world at fifteen and took up a life of make-believe as muggle actress Tarren Rivers. Then one night, after a show, a group of people she thought never to see again, reenter her life. Reality strikes when Mackenny is informed that all of her siblings have been brutally murdered in a raid led by her twin brother Miles.

Her "Father" Severus Snape, is till as cold a man as she has ever known, and her true father, Sirius Black, died three years earlier, leaving Mackenny Grimmauld Place. Mackenny is drawn back into a life she swore to forget and into the arms of a man who could be more legend then fact.

Preview:

"Age is only a number."

"It's a big number…are you sure you want this?"

She took a breath and searched the depths of his emerald eyes for some sort of sign, "Don't you?!" so much for subtlety…. she turned away, shaken by her own blatant wantonness, "I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded, sorry."

His hand grazed her cheek and cupped her chin, bringing her face up only inches from his, "Mac…you have no idea how much want you, need you, but because of who I am, your life would be forever at risk-"

"Then risk it!" she cried, her voice dying down as her composure was regained, "Harry, you should go, before we both do something to be regretted." she moved to open the door for him and show him out, he surprised her.

"I wouldn't regret it."

That blew any reason they might have had straight out the window. Harry sinking with Mackenny down onto the bed, stroking her long, black hair, his emerald eyes locked with her soft red pools.

"Mackenny, I think I love you."

"Good, I think we finally agree on something."

His lips once again met hers and together they tried to forget the perils of the past.