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The Saints of Donovan
Chapter 2: The Monster
The old broken down warehouse of Migginan's cheese factory smelled of mold and old war shells as Severus Snape carefully stepped through the ruble and debris. His master's meeting places were always dreary like this, but this had to be the worst, as he shambled through spots where the ceiling had been completely obliterated from dog fighting and WW II bomb dropping. The war had been so hard on Britain, but most developments like this one had been cleaned up. Severus supposed it hadn't because Migginan's was such a large and hazardous establishment that people just left it as is until it would eventually blow away as dust into the wind. It wasn't in a very high traffic spot of Britain so it wasn't as if it was in the way of industrial progress.
He continued to walk, until he met a pair of large metal doors, one of them bent in the middle making the pair useless as functional doors. This was the freezer; the instructed meeting place of his master. Severus sighed with relief as he squeezed himself between the doors and entered the mass of other hooded figures. A few of them turned their dark heads and nodded once to Severus in a frigid welcome, he simply nodded back. He slinked his way carefully forward through the crowd, the lighting gradually improving until he was directly in the spot light at the right hand of his master. Voldemort's head was lolling to the side, as if slumbering like an old man. A small gurgling noise emanated from his throat as his eyes slowly cracked open, burning red in the hot summer light that poured through the hole in the ceiling. Severus realized for the first time that his master was weakening and that age was catching up with him.
"You're all finally here I see..." Voldemort croaked, standing up from the old metal folding chair that he was sitting on. He braced himself on it, and took in a heavy breath, Severus stepping forward in case he needed assistance. "Ah…Severus…so loyal..." Voldemort said, without turning to look at him. He waved Severus to step back and stood up straight. "Men…my dear men…" Voldemort said, pacing slightly around the circle and looking at the faces of his followers, a grieving tone and manner about him, "My jewel of all gems has failed me…" he sighed. Everyone knew he spoke of Lucius. "I shall turn to the man who should have been my first choice to begin with…We head for Helenenstrasse of Gotha tonight." Voldemort finished, taking his spot in the middle of all the men once again, his paste pale skin glistening in the sun light as he stared upwards. "Meet back her tonight when the Northern Star is at it's brightest…" he said silkily, the poison of his youthful days gliding through the air. The Cloaked figures slowly started to slip out of the room, Severus intending to follow.
"Severus, my most trustworthy, I have a special job for you to do." Voldemort said, still staring into the summer sky. Severus turned on a heel and waited silently for his instruction. His master pulled out a roll of parchment and drifted it wandlessly to Severus. He caught it as it glided toward him, shimmering in the air as the magic wore off in his hands. "That is the address of Father Donnellson's orphanage and private catholic school in Murntown Ireland…There is a boy there. His mother was a death eater, and I've been searching for her son for a very long time. He needs to come to us, he's very important for our side." Voldemort heaved a sigh.
"But, master, this is an orphanage…what shall I tell them when I come calling for him?" Severus asked, slightly confused as to why a boy would mean so much to the death eaters, especially more then Harry Potter, who continuously foiled their plans.
"Tell them that you are the father, and are there to retrieve your son…if that doesn't work…" Voldemort paused, his eyes smoldering as they fell on Severus, "Burn the silly Catholics down." He said a smile stretching across his withered face.
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"Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death. Amen." Donovan sighed and stood, staring up into the tatty chipping eyes of the wooden sculpture of his savior. His eyes flittered down caste at his single candle in its red glass jar, the only candle lit at such an hour. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. At the ripe age of 17 he had come to the sanctuary every morning before the rest of his peers and the other orphans woke up, praying to God for a way out into the world. He loved his home and the guidance he received from Father Donnellson and all the sisters that taught him over the years, but he wanted an adventure. He wanted to see the world past Murntown and past its shabby streets. He wanted to hear the guitarists of Spain, and taste the wine of Italy. He wanted to have a lovers experience in France, despite how scandalous and sinful, and perhaps find true old fashioned love in the mountains of Switzerland. He wanted to go past Europe as well, travel across the oceans to America and Asia, anywhere but his familiar setting of Murntown.
Donovan clasped his rosary to his chest and looked back at his Shepard, the stained glass casting colored light on the altar and everything on it. He knew that the lord would keep him from such dangerous temptations. He silently began to pray as he stood, thanking the Lord again. He was being selfish and knew it.
"You're always here so early child…" Donovan was startled from his prayers and turned around, his shoulder length black hair whipping his face as his eyes fell on Father Donnellson.
"Father Donnellson, good morning." Donovan smiled.
"Something heavy on your heart my boy?" he asked, sitting in one of the pews and looking intently at Donovan. Donovan was silent for a while, but knew that Father Donnellson would not let his question go unanswered.
"I was just wondering why I'm here father…why God brought me to this orphanage…why my mother died…" Donovan's voice echoed through out the church walls and in the head of Father Donnellson. The old man sighed and stood, placing a hand on Donovan's shoulder.
"Child…God brought you here for a reason…and his reasoning will be revealed to you in later years…you are a good soul that needs his guidance I believe, and I do pray that I have taught you a small part of what he can do for you. God will lead you the rest of the way if you let him." The Father said, turning and gliding solemnly out of the small church's doors. Donovan sighed. He knew that God had a reason for everything, but what he suffered over in his thoughts was why his mother had died. Why did he himself kill his own mother at birth? Why did he have to remember on every birthday that he was a murderer? These thoughts had always been with him since Father Donnellson had told him the truth on his tenth birthday, and he figured that that was he reason God had never brought him a family to adopt him. Murderers don't deserve the blessings and comforts of family. And now the school year was ending, which meant most of his friends here leaving for their homes, to their families. All that would be left were the smaller young orphans, and he would be reminded again just how incredibly alone he really was.
Tears flooded Donovan's vision again as he fell to his knees and held his rosary to his face, beginning to pray once more. "Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day, be at my side, to light and guard, Rule and guide. Amen…"
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