I need a mother

Author: Leta McGotor

Disclaimer: I owe nothing but Cassy. The other belongs to JKR.

Chapter 8

‚Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh', shrieked Bellatrix spinning around more and more faster. Sometimes she hit something like a shelf, a chair or other furniture. With a last cry of pain and fear she crashed against one of the walls and glided down. With her last strenght she looked up trying to stand up what was all but easy for her. In the moment she came to her feet the power took her again let her spin around and throw her out of the window. With a loud rattle the glass broke and with a last yell Bellatrix fell out of sight.

Silence fell.

Lord Voldemort had watched all what had happened with his Death Eater and looking and the others lying in the next corner unconscious the pure pleasure rose in him. Surely on the one hand his Death Eaters were now useless but on the other hand he had seen a bit of that several centuries old power. He looked at Minerva sitting on the ground watching him. A stranger would see a women sitting calmly and with an innocent expression on her face on the ground, calmly as if she would wait for her train to pick her up.

But inside of Minmerva was all but that calmness. Like a gigantic volcano pure rage, hate and darkness seethed in her eating more and more of her consciousness, of her strenght to keep the control about the power.

A part of Minerva was horrified by what she had done to the people around her, to the living beings around her. But that was only a small, not to say a tiny part of her. The other part enjoyed what she had done und tried to force her to do more.

Lord Voldemort smiled to himself. With that power nobody would stop him, nobody could stop him. He went to Minerva extending a hand to help her up but she just stared. The seconds came and went as well as several minutes before she finally stood up refusing to take his hand. She looked him straight in the eyes and opened her mouth to speak. But when she started to say something it was not her usually voice which was to be heard but a voice which sounded miles and miles away. You couldn't say if that voice belonged to a man or a woman or even to a human being. You couldn't tell if this voice was really existing you didn't even know if this voice came out of the mouth of Minerva McGonagall. It seemed that it was just there to speak, to tell Lord Voldemort something he wanted to know so badly. And in exact this moment the door opened but the Dark Lord didn't notice it.

'You have to help me. Please. There is… are… They need help. You have to help them, you simly have to.'

'Girl, I have no time to listen to your fairytales. Go playing' With a wave of his hands he shooed her away. But Cassy didn't resign that easily. She was a girl with a mission. Here had to be someone who would help her. She looked around in the small pub. There were old people and young ones, men as well women and even some children. Some looked curiously in her direction other bored in their glass. Who of them would help her?

Slowly she went along all the tables, muttering the words 'Wingardium Leviosa'. She knew nothing would start floating above the ground but if here was a wizard or a witch they would recognize her as a witch as well and probably would ask her what was wrong. It was for all visible that she needed help.

The people at the tables stared at her confused but nobody stood up or said a word to her which was really depressing. Cassy knew her father and Minerva needed help and that fast. She hoped that she wasn't too late yet. Suddenly she noticed a hand on her schoulder and turned around. In front of her stood a plump woman with flaming red hair. She leaned down to the little girl and asked:

'Who are you? Are you crazy to mutter that incantation in a pub full of Muggles? Come.' She pushed the little girl out of the pub followed by a man with also red hair.

'So. Where is your problem, girl?' The man asked. Doubting Cassy stared at the two people but then sighed. She had no choice.

'They need help or he will kill them.' She said with an expression as if she had said all what was needed.

'Who needs help? Who are you besides that? What are you talking about?'

'My name is Cathrine Merina Snape and my father and Minerva McGonagall need help because he…You-Know-Who… V-Voldemort is going to kill them. Please, help them, please.' Cassy pleaded. It didn't matter to her that people around looked with pure bewilderment at her.

The woman and the man looked at each other with an understanding expression on their face. Then the man nodded and said 'Dumbledore' before he vanished into thin air. The woman turned round to Cassy again.

'It's all right, Cathrine. My name is Molly Weasly and he ( she nodded to the place where the man had vanished only seconds ago) was my husband Arthur Weasly. We will help you.' She said trying to comfort the little girl in front of her.

'Okay, but I'm Cassy, not Cathrine. I hate my full name.'

'Allright, Cassy, all right'

'You wait here' said an unknown voice and pushed Severus in one of the corners of the dead end in which they were. He wondered what the meaning of all that would be but he didn't complain. He didn't thought about his own situation. He couldn't take his mind off his daughter and Minerva. What would the Dark Lord do with Minerva to achieve the power she had? Would he kill her afterwards? Would he let her alive because he needed her? And when he had finished with Minerva what would he do with Cassy? He wondered if Cassy had the age to distinguish between right and wrong. He never had that conversation with her. In his eyes she was far too young to have to understand such things.

He sighed. Would he see them again, alive? Looking into the small room the Death Eater had opened he doomed his hopes. Never would he escape them to help the two women ruling his heart. He sighed again when the Death Eaters sized him and pushed him in the room. As they shut the door darkness fell around him and let him alone with his thoughts and his questions without answers.

But only minutes later he heard something strange as if something had exploded above him. He could hear the voices of the Death Eaters screaming. He could hear that nobody knew what had happened. Then silence fell again. Five minutes later he could hear one of the Death Eaters say to another one that they had found Bellatrix Lestrange outside. He was going to say something else but suddenly there was another noise he couldn't define. Then light fell in his face and as his eyes got used to the light he recogniszed the person standing in the doorway. It was no other than Remus Lupin.

Albus Dumbledore heard the to him unknown voice as he listened to the happenings inside of the rooms of Lord Voldemort. He and all the others behind him were very quiet concentrating on that what the voice told him. But as Dumbledore recognized the words his face went pale and he knew they couldn't wait any longer. He gave the others the sign and carefully he opened the door hoping that they could surprise the evil Lord.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die…'

'STOP', Dumbledore yelled and Voldemort turned around as if he had awoken from a deep dream.

There he stood in the middle of his own rooms, a few Death Eaters lying unconscious at the next wall, behind him Minerva McGonagall who was all but not herself and in front of him Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and it seemed the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. The voice stopped speaking abruptly.

Dumbledore stared at Minerva McGonagall unbelievingly. He had shown her the prophecy and couldn't believe that she told it Voldemort, that she had betrayed them. And now she only stood there and stared, stared him directly in the eyes.

Voldemort retreated, seized Minerva and pushed her in front of him for protection. He knew he needed time. In a few seconds his Death Eaters would be here but until then… Maybe Minerva McGonagall would do the same with her friends what she had done with his Death Eaters. He could see the confused look in Albus Dumbledore's eyes as he stared at his Deputy Headmistress who showed no reaction. He enjoyed the despair. Then they heard them. The Death Eaters came from all direction, wands at the ready and ready to fight.

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