Paradise Found
Soul Dust
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Summary: see before!
Asha Ice: hehe, awww cute 'ickle Sevviepoo!! Yeah, Haven's been here for a while, you must have meant Harry then! He already found out, so, you get to see more of him in...... looks in full story file......next chapter in fact!
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A Reader: heehee thanks, again, didn't try to have a style! Snapey-poo is cute aint he!??
On with the story!
Chapter 8: Prophecy of Darcorn
Waking up to a completely unfamiliar ceiling is not something many people like to experience first thing in a morning, Aeolia is of no exception. Having woken up to a ceiling different to her usual blue and white bedroom, she was left temporarily confused and disoriented, until her father and the Headmaster (in his strange purple pyjamas) came in of course, then everything fell back to place. Now she, Aeolia Pallastro Snape, formerly known as Haven Emlyn Charis, has just stumbled through the open fireplace into a dingy little pub. Turning her head around to look at the array of...creatures and people filling up the crowded place, she was greeted with a collection of the strangest garbs she's ever seen. And that is including the Headmaster's pyjamas. Aeolia thought to herself. This is saying something, as that's a huge purple dress with golden stars showering (literally) down it. Many heads turned to look curiously at the new comer, but soon all the gazes turned back to the mugs and plates as Aeolia's father swept a cold glare around the room.
As Severus steered her out of the pub into the sunlit street outside, Aeolia felt her jaws drop as she barely swallowed a gasp of surprise. This place is...magical, for lack of better words. Quaint little shops sat along the side of the pebbled street. People and creatures dressed in all those colourful robes of different shapes and sizes hurried here and there, clutching at their purchases. Severus Snape smiled at his daughter's unveiled astonishment, closing her jaw with a snap, he said bemusedly: "Lots of dust in here little one, but not for eating."
Aeolia sent a mock glare at her father as he started to chuckle. But before she opened her mouth to speak, he said: "Come, we need to get you your school supplies and a new wardrobe."
Bubbles of excitement rose in Aeolia as she heard these words, stumbling behind her father into Diagonal Alley, first off to Madam Malkins, who measured her up for a whole new wardrobe: formal robes in dark and colder colours, and casual robes in lighter and warmer hues. Her father left her in Florish and Bott's to go to the Apothecary by himself with the book lists, and told her to get any other books she fancies. An hour later, he found her sat by the glass door of the book shop, reading her newest purchase, which happened to be "An Animagus' guide: The Way into the Wild". She looked up as he approached and smiled mischievously: "I hope you approve? I rather like the idea of becoming an Animagus! This boy in the shop recommended this book to me! He was quite nice; I think he said he's from Hogwarts." She suddenly frowned as if she's just remembered something, and asked in a curious voice: "But dad, why did he have a shocked-to-death expression when I told him my name?"
"Ah, told him you are a Snape did you?" an affirmative nod. "Ah, well, you see, most of the students don't like me at Hogwarts; I'm very very strict and can be nasty when necessary, especially to Gryffindors. I'm, I quote, their resident 'overgrown bat' or 'that greasy evil git of a Potions Master'. This one coped better than I hoped he would, I thought they'd at least faint when they hear that I actually reproduced!"
"Hehe, poor Gryffindors! He was a Slytherin, or at least I think that's what he said."
"I see. I'm actually quite nice to them as I'm their Head of House. Come, we need to get you a pet now." He smiled down at his daughter as she squealed in excitement.
Walking into small, stuffy shop in a corner of the street, she found all kind of animals imaginable. Her father left her to speak with the shop keeper, and she proceeded to look at all the curious and exotic looking creatures and the labelling, telling her what exactly they are. Not that they helped much really, I mean, who'd want such a...well, kneazle looking thing!?? And more importantly, what on earth is a Kneazle!?? A soft woof caught her attention as she looked over the strange animals, and she walked toward the sound on silent feet, something she picked up from Oliver. The sound was from a dark corner of the room, two bright blue pinpoints gazed intensely at her, and she found herself drawn toward the eyes. Suddenly a dark blur jumped out of the shadows and settled on her shoulder. Blinking hard in her surprise, she reached up and stroked the miniscule black puppy. The dog's soft blue eyes half closed in obvious content. The little ball of fur whined happily.
"Hello cutesy, looks like you are stuck with me now." Stroking the gleaming fur of the yipping puppy, she found her father and poked him, hard, on the back.
"OW! What the hell was that for!?" the Potions Master glared at the offender, rubbing the spot she has just poked, and sighed in frustration at the "innocent" face of his daughter. Glancing at the ball of black fur perched on his daughter's head, he asked: "And I suppose that lump of fur is the newest addition to the Snape family?"
"Yep!" she beamed at the top of her head and cooed at the little puppy. "He's soooo cute! Aren't you darling?"
A suffering sigh and a half mumbled: "I HATE dogs, especially black ones." Therefore today, Severus Snape, the evil Potions Master of Hogwarts school, resident "greasy git" and "overgrown bat" was seen buying an extremely cute puppy, albeit black and matching his wardrobe.
"Fine, we'll take this horrid creature."
Of course, Aeolia does not know of her father's reputation, not in reality no. Walking out of the shop with the tiny puppy balanced precariously on her head, she asked her father: "Where now?"
"Now? Wand, little one, your wand."
Wand. A wand! Imagine that! A real one which she will be able to channel and control her magic with! Quickly following her fathers long steps, she arrived at a particularly shabby looking little shop, with the signs "Ollivander's quality Wand Makers".
"Ah, Mister Snape, 11 ½ inches, Alder and dragon's heartstring, nice and springy is it not? And....Miss Snape. How delightful to see you." A soft voice issued from the shadows, making Aeolia jump.
"Mr Ollivander, your memory does you credit." Her fathered said respectfully to the elderly man. "I'm here to acquire for my daughter her first wand."
"A rather late comer, but of course," the little man reassured them: "Albus has informed me of all the situations at hand. Yes. Let's have you measured up my dear."
Measuring tapes swung into action and measured her, sending the puppy barking madly at them. The quaint little man went into the back and brought back stacks on thin boxes behind him. "Enough!" he barked at the tapes, or was it at the puppy? But it certainly stilled the tapes, which promptly fell limply onto the floor, quieting the energetic puppy in the process. Bringing a piece of thin wood out of one of the boxes, he brought it to her and said: "Holly, dragon heartstring, 11 inches, quite flexible, give it a try."
Feeling rather stupid, she held the thin piece of wood in her hand and started to wave. Before it even rose to her ears, it was snatched out of her hand by the curious looking old man, Mr Ollivander of course. Muttering to himself, he quickly summoned another wand for her.
"Rosewood, 13 inches, with the tail hair from a magnificent female Unicorn. Pleasantly springy, give it a wave dear."
Again, before it even reached her ear, the wand was snatched out of her hand.
"Birch, 12 inches, phoenix feather, rather stiff. Lets try this one."
Again, failure. It was the same for many, many wands she tried. Both the adults and Aeolia were increasingly annoyed and frustrated with the mounting sum of failures, especially Mr Ollivander. Aeolia herself was worried, anxious that maybe she didn't have the magical powers she showed yesterday, maybe that was a fluke. After her 12th wand, this was an odd little fellow, short and stubby apple wood with a kneazle fur core, who refused to stay in her hand. The old man muttered to himself more, saying: "Why not that one aye? Curious...won't hurt to try..." with that, he hurried into a door in the bag of the dimly lit shop, and came out later with a velvet box. Showing the box to Aeolia, the old man smiled wryly.
"This is a strange wand. My father made her in his youth, one of the oldest wands in my shop. The reason I didn't show you it earlier, was the fact that every customer who tried this wand was cursed afterwards, in one way or another. One day the wand spoke to me, and said she was destined for a Lady, a Lady born from Darkness. I kept her in the back all these years. And this week, she's been getting restless, leashing power around her and destroyed the wand nearest to her actually. I thought maybe we can give it a try. Ebony, 13 inches, with a single tail hair from a Darcorn, the first and the last one seen on this side of the earth for a century or more."
Curious, Aeolia took the wand and held it in her hand. She felt the wood beckoning her, and a surge of warm power pulsated through her body, forcing her arm up. With an eerie trill, black sparks rose up and glittered above their heads. Severus Snape blinked at the irony as blinding black light struck them at full force as the sparks exploded, vanishing into the air. The light twisted themselves into shiny dancing words of flame in the air in front of them:
The Daughter emerges,
Lady of the Dark.
The Son follows behind,
Shadowed by midnight rage.
The Father closes the Circle,
Prince of the Night.
Scents of immortality,
Death spreads in the air.
My kin rejoins the Earth,
Blood in the lair.
My Lady will fall,
Bridging the gap between.
On the brink of Darkness Eternal,
Lion's Heir stood for a while,
Pondering his course.
Light and Dark shall join,
Shall mingle, shall merge.
The balance of the Universe
Shall be restored.
As Merlin's foal fights his last.
The Divided Castle shall unite again.
And when Death rekindles
the flame of Love,
The Basilisk and The Lion will
meet in Mortal Battle,
and Lion shall roar in victory
as the last of the Darcorns gives her life.
Light shall prevail over the glittering Earth,
Paradise Found.
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