A/N: Hello to all my readers out there! This is Twingirl #1.(again).Once
more I thank you for your patience at waiting for me to update. As usual,
schoolwork has taken a toll on me. Plus, a Taekwondo test is coming up
soon, and so I'm working real hard here. LOL.
I know I'm blabbering again here. Do forgive me my dear readers. I just LUV to write the author's notes. And I know you luv them too.^_^
Well I see no one has yet given me a reply on whether to gradually modify this into a Harry/Snape/Malfoy story. Anyways, I'll think about it.
And to those that think I'm doing too long on one raid, then I apologize profusely. I haven't been able to come up on how to make the duelings between wizards interesting and exciting, so I'm warming up the raid a little.
Okay, thanks for hearing me blabber my usual prep talk. Now on with the story!
Chapter 11
The Raid-Part One
The night grew old and with it, the air grew cold. Northern winds started, blowing at the billowing black robes of the man leaning against the tree, causing them to dance and ripple in the night's air. Brow furrowing, Severus Snape was in deep thought.
Swimming in his mind were possible ways to alert Dumbledore whilst doing so unnoticed by his "comrade" deatheaters. His ideas, impossible to start with, were growing more and more outlandish and impossible as time passed.
Cause a fire and use the minute intervals when the deatheaters are trying to suppress the fire to apparate to Grimmaulds Place and back..unless the fire was strong enough to keep them busy for a long while and he was able to move with the speed of light.
Transfigure the rotten leaves on the ground into an owl, quill and parchment, write a quick note send the owl off and transfigure the quill and parchment back.not that Severus was not confident in his transfiguring skills. Although Potions was his strong suit, his other subjects were not far behind either. No, he had the skill, but doing so in stealth and speed was out of the question. There was, annoying as it was, the fact that his every single little move was being watched and anything out of the ordinary would be reported back to the Dark Lord, was his largest obstacle here.
He could just kill the whole lot of them, flee to China and never be seen again...
Keep on going Severus, and your unorthodox ideas will be even more outlandish than what Potter and his gang could ever think of. He thought, amused .
He sighed heavily again.
However, this time, it was in defeat.
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Harry trudged quietly upstairs, towards Remeus' room. His heart was thumping normally, but still he felt as if something unknown was squeezing his chest, as if suffocating him.
He shrugged, trying to put aside the queer feeling. Midway he stopped, took a deep breath, and carried on his climbing, feeling considerably better. Third door on the right, one, two, three, there. Raising a fist, he knocked three times though quietly so.
"Who is it?" a sleepy voice muttered.
"It's Harry." Harry replied.
"Harry?" the voice sounding more awake then three seconds ago. "Alright, I'm coming."
The door opened. A tired face of Remeus stuck out of the doorway. Though his face was gray and sleepy from the lack of sleep, his eyes were bright and alert.
"What's the matter, Harry?" he asked in concern.
"I had a dream about a deatheaters meeting. Snape was there." Harry described his dreams and his talk with Dumbledore. "Dumbledore asked to have a conference with you."
Lupin looked thoughtful, but he quickly rendered into action, after telling Harry, " now why don't you go back to your room and try to get more sleep. It seems I have not the fortune to it, but see that you do." With that, he quickly went downstairs.
Harry quietly tiptoed back inside his room, careful not to wake Ron up. He slid under the covers, yawning widely, while thinking "maybe sleep will come yet."
"What's going on, Harry?"
Harry jumped a meter high at this, his heart racing. "RON! Don't ever do that to me! You're even worse than Dobby!" He said, rubbing his hand on his chest. " and what are you doing? I thought you were asleep."
"Sorry mate. Well I was asleep until you went sneaking out of here. Making quite a racket there, creeping to and back from your bed." Ron said grinning, his flaming red hair shining in the dark. "so, what's going on here, eh? What have I missed?"
Harry once again related the string of events that had happened in the short recent hours. When he got to Snape being tortured under the Crutiatus, Ron grinned and said, "Served him right, the old greasy bat!"
Harry smiled weakly at this, but in reality, now that he had seen Snape being tortured, he sort of held the man under a new light. He felt that there was more to that old bat than he thought.
He probably has to endure that often. Harry thought, shuddering mentally. He knew that Voldemort often tortures his deatheaters by past experiences, but now that he had really seen the Potion's Master tortured, and literally by himself, he.
"Harry? Harry?- EARTH TO HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Harry started and jumped again from his bed.
"Ron!" while rubbing his ears furiously.
"Well I had to since you weren't responding to normal voice volume." Ron said, as though quite put off. "I'd thought you lost it, staring into space like that. And anyways, what were you thinking of? The raid? Aw, relax Harry. Dumbledore will sort it out just fine, don't get yourself all worked up."
Harry sighed heavily.
"Yeah, I guess your right. Now let's get some sleep, alright? I've still got lessons tomorrow." He pulled his covers up promptly, yawned while muttering," Night Ron." **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
Severus was still leaning against the tree, practically unmoved, and as silent and stiff, as if a shadow. Suddenly, three "pops´ emitted from what was only air, and in its place stood two wizards and a witch. The witch had a smug look on her face and smirking smartly.
Voldemort glanced around, sneering with malice. He spoke softly yet radiating with evil and power, "It is time."
Here we go. Severus thought just before he, along with the other deatheaters, apparated. **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
"Albus!" a grave looking face of Remeus Lupin appeared in the fire.
"It has started?" Dumbledore replied calmly, though upon closer observation, his eyes were no longer twinkling as it used to. In fact, it was radiating with power, cold yet determined.
"Yes. I'm afraid so. Tonks has reported back that the Dementors have started coming out of the cells, and are arranging in a circle just outside the prison building."
"Alright. I'll be coming over."
Remeus gave a curt nod, and his head disappeared with a "pop". **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
He was soaring alongside of a magnificent bird emblazed with golden and red feathers. They were traveling along with tremendous speed, as the clouds they passed were in a white blur. It was then that he noticed he was not on his Firebolt. He gave a startled jumped, but realize he was not falling. Surprised, he glanced backwards.
He was a bird! He was the almost the same size, if not larger, than the bird beside him. His feathers were blazing red with streaks of golden, black and silver. His tail was a handful of fire, trailing behind him. His wings were covered with feathers, but the tip of the feathers was also ablazed with fire, just like his tail.
The two magnificent birds were soaring towards a mass forest. Harry saw a clearing right in the middle of the ocean of trees, and caught the sight of a circle of man cloaked in black before they all disappeared.
Then, he was falling. Not through the air though. No, he was falling through darkness. Falling, falling. He wondered when he would stop when suddenly he felt his forehead sizzle with pain, but he felt unearthly malicious.,, Malicious?!?!
**************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ******
The Dark Lord's forces arrived at the lonely island of Azkaban, only to be fully held under the wands and determined gazes of a dozen aurors, and another dozen order members.
A dark-skinned wizard stepped out of their circle, surrounding the Dark Lord and his forces, and said boldly," tonight your remaining forces are doomed, Voldemort!"
"How?." was what the shocked Dark Lord had only been able to utter before the Light attacked with full force.
"ATTACK!" Voldemort cried out, "fight to your deaths! This is the moment you shall be showered upon glory!"
With that, war broke out. No one noticed a skinny dark haired boy still wearing night clothes appear suddenly out of nowhere in their chaotic midst. ? **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ********** Cliffy, but it's my first do don't think I'm evil!! *cackling madly*
Oh and whoever has suggestions on what the raid should be like please tell me!
I know I'm blabbering again here. Do forgive me my dear readers. I just LUV to write the author's notes. And I know you luv them too.^_^
Well I see no one has yet given me a reply on whether to gradually modify this into a Harry/Snape/Malfoy story. Anyways, I'll think about it.
And to those that think I'm doing too long on one raid, then I apologize profusely. I haven't been able to come up on how to make the duelings between wizards interesting and exciting, so I'm warming up the raid a little.
Okay, thanks for hearing me blabber my usual prep talk. Now on with the story!
Chapter 11
The Raid-Part One
The night grew old and with it, the air grew cold. Northern winds started, blowing at the billowing black robes of the man leaning against the tree, causing them to dance and ripple in the night's air. Brow furrowing, Severus Snape was in deep thought.
Swimming in his mind were possible ways to alert Dumbledore whilst doing so unnoticed by his "comrade" deatheaters. His ideas, impossible to start with, were growing more and more outlandish and impossible as time passed.
Cause a fire and use the minute intervals when the deatheaters are trying to suppress the fire to apparate to Grimmaulds Place and back..unless the fire was strong enough to keep them busy for a long while and he was able to move with the speed of light.
Transfigure the rotten leaves on the ground into an owl, quill and parchment, write a quick note send the owl off and transfigure the quill and parchment back.not that Severus was not confident in his transfiguring skills. Although Potions was his strong suit, his other subjects were not far behind either. No, he had the skill, but doing so in stealth and speed was out of the question. There was, annoying as it was, the fact that his every single little move was being watched and anything out of the ordinary would be reported back to the Dark Lord, was his largest obstacle here.
He could just kill the whole lot of them, flee to China and never be seen again...
Keep on going Severus, and your unorthodox ideas will be even more outlandish than what Potter and his gang could ever think of. He thought, amused .
He sighed heavily again.
However, this time, it was in defeat.
**************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** *********
Harry trudged quietly upstairs, towards Remeus' room. His heart was thumping normally, but still he felt as if something unknown was squeezing his chest, as if suffocating him.
He shrugged, trying to put aside the queer feeling. Midway he stopped, took a deep breath, and carried on his climbing, feeling considerably better. Third door on the right, one, two, three, there. Raising a fist, he knocked three times though quietly so.
"Who is it?" a sleepy voice muttered.
"It's Harry." Harry replied.
"Harry?" the voice sounding more awake then three seconds ago. "Alright, I'm coming."
The door opened. A tired face of Remeus stuck out of the doorway. Though his face was gray and sleepy from the lack of sleep, his eyes were bright and alert.
"What's the matter, Harry?" he asked in concern.
"I had a dream about a deatheaters meeting. Snape was there." Harry described his dreams and his talk with Dumbledore. "Dumbledore asked to have a conference with you."
Lupin looked thoughtful, but he quickly rendered into action, after telling Harry, " now why don't you go back to your room and try to get more sleep. It seems I have not the fortune to it, but see that you do." With that, he quickly went downstairs.
Harry quietly tiptoed back inside his room, careful not to wake Ron up. He slid under the covers, yawning widely, while thinking "maybe sleep will come yet."
"What's going on, Harry?"
Harry jumped a meter high at this, his heart racing. "RON! Don't ever do that to me! You're even worse than Dobby!" He said, rubbing his hand on his chest. " and what are you doing? I thought you were asleep."
"Sorry mate. Well I was asleep until you went sneaking out of here. Making quite a racket there, creeping to and back from your bed." Ron said grinning, his flaming red hair shining in the dark. "so, what's going on here, eh? What have I missed?"
Harry once again related the string of events that had happened in the short recent hours. When he got to Snape being tortured under the Crutiatus, Ron grinned and said, "Served him right, the old greasy bat!"
Harry smiled weakly at this, but in reality, now that he had seen Snape being tortured, he sort of held the man under a new light. He felt that there was more to that old bat than he thought.
He probably has to endure that often. Harry thought, shuddering mentally. He knew that Voldemort often tortures his deatheaters by past experiences, but now that he had really seen the Potion's Master tortured, and literally by himself, he.
"Harry? Harry?- EARTH TO HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Harry started and jumped again from his bed.
"Ron!" while rubbing his ears furiously.
"Well I had to since you weren't responding to normal voice volume." Ron said, as though quite put off. "I'd thought you lost it, staring into space like that. And anyways, what were you thinking of? The raid? Aw, relax Harry. Dumbledore will sort it out just fine, don't get yourself all worked up."
Harry sighed heavily.
"Yeah, I guess your right. Now let's get some sleep, alright? I've still got lessons tomorrow." He pulled his covers up promptly, yawned while muttering," Night Ron." **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
Severus was still leaning against the tree, practically unmoved, and as silent and stiff, as if a shadow. Suddenly, three "pops´ emitted from what was only air, and in its place stood two wizards and a witch. The witch had a smug look on her face and smirking smartly.
Voldemort glanced around, sneering with malice. He spoke softly yet radiating with evil and power, "It is time."
Here we go. Severus thought just before he, along with the other deatheaters, apparated. **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
"Albus!" a grave looking face of Remeus Lupin appeared in the fire.
"It has started?" Dumbledore replied calmly, though upon closer observation, his eyes were no longer twinkling as it used to. In fact, it was radiating with power, cold yet determined.
"Yes. I'm afraid so. Tonks has reported back that the Dementors have started coming out of the cells, and are arranging in a circle just outside the prison building."
"Alright. I'll be coming over."
Remeus gave a curt nod, and his head disappeared with a "pop". **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
He was soaring alongside of a magnificent bird emblazed with golden and red feathers. They were traveling along with tremendous speed, as the clouds they passed were in a white blur. It was then that he noticed he was not on his Firebolt. He gave a startled jumped, but realize he was not falling. Surprised, he glanced backwards.
He was a bird! He was the almost the same size, if not larger, than the bird beside him. His feathers were blazing red with streaks of golden, black and silver. His tail was a handful of fire, trailing behind him. His wings were covered with feathers, but the tip of the feathers was also ablazed with fire, just like his tail.
The two magnificent birds were soaring towards a mass forest. Harry saw a clearing right in the middle of the ocean of trees, and caught the sight of a circle of man cloaked in black before they all disappeared.
Then, he was falling. Not through the air though. No, he was falling through darkness. Falling, falling. He wondered when he would stop when suddenly he felt his forehead sizzle with pain, but he felt unearthly malicious.,, Malicious?!?!
**************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ******
The Dark Lord's forces arrived at the lonely island of Azkaban, only to be fully held under the wands and determined gazes of a dozen aurors, and another dozen order members.
A dark-skinned wizard stepped out of their circle, surrounding the Dark Lord and his forces, and said boldly," tonight your remaining forces are doomed, Voldemort!"
"How?." was what the shocked Dark Lord had only been able to utter before the Light attacked with full force.
"ATTACK!" Voldemort cried out, "fight to your deaths! This is the moment you shall be showered upon glory!"
With that, war broke out. No one noticed a skinny dark haired boy still wearing night clothes appear suddenly out of nowhere in their chaotic midst. ? **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ********** Cliffy, but it's my first do don't think I'm evil!! *cackling madly*
Oh and whoever has suggestions on what the raid should be like please tell me!