athenakitty: He's only the last pest for now, unfortunately… More will spring up in the final sequel.
JeanieBeanie33: No one's really certain about the identity of Cadian's father. Definitely not Draco though – I'm of the opinion it's a distant cousin since Lucius was dead by that time as well. Hermione would beat Drake black and blue if he cheated on her and he knows it – he also didn't follow in his father's footsteps because of her so betraying her like that would be offensive to him. Also, a continuation of canon NM will not occur. I just don't see how I could manage to twist the events of Half-Blood Prince to fit the plot of NM. With the canon rewrite's I still followed the basic pieces of the plot and certain events in OOTP and HBP would severely change the story if left out or changed. The AU version of NM, however, is still in progress and likely won't follow any canon or NM plotline. It'll stand all on it's own two feet.
Tsusetsu: Well, Janella is a Muggle. And with Harry, Niamh, and Hermione all having a connection to the Muggle world, some references and such would leak through. Also there was the war, which would have likely caused some hiding out within the Muggle world or disguising one's self as a Muggle for a short period of time. It wasn't all a massive, all-out brawl like we see in Haunted; that was just the last battle. Before that there was a subtlety of some sort for a while. Eventually, I may write out a bit of the war's occurrences. But that won't be for a while if I decide to do that.
Tixxana: Glad I could brighten your day! And it will, unfortunately, get even more confusing in the final sequel To Live Again. An entire new cast will come forth for that one. Though there will be a few familiar guest appearances. And Ed is a cutie, isn't he? snuggles him
Angel the Devil's Daughter: Here is the continuation! And the end.
cronenus: I hope you do enjoy this one!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor anything otherwise related. I do, however, make claim on NM Harry's personality as well as those of all the other canon characters and my original chars.
Despite sorrow and pain,
life moves on.
Despite the heartache,
there is a world beyond.
Beyond the death
of those we love,
there is life – for us.
"Untitled" written by Hermione Malfoy upon the death of Harry Snape
Chapter 4 – There is Life"My Dad's gonna curse you into bloody oblivion!" shouted Anastasia, her dark blue eyes flashing. Beside her, Morgan glared venomously over the gag in his mouth up at Cadian Parkinson, who stood over them with a smirk on his face.
The two youth's were lashed to chairs in a parlor of Parkinson Lodge, which looked like it hadn't been used in a good twenty years. Parkinson has just finished tying Anastasia up and proceeded to shove a gag into her mouth, tying it behind her head.
"Shut up, you little brat," he snarled, his watery green eyes darkening. "Your precious father has no idea you're missing and by the time he figures out you're gone, you and your brother here will be long dead."
The twelve-year-old's eyes widened and darted towards her brother, who had paled several shades. Parkinson smirked and stood to leave the room, pausing at the door to call something over his shoulder.
"Say hello to your grandmother for me. And tell her that the one that made the poison that killed her is going to kill what's left of her precious family."
The door slammed shut behind him with a muffled thump as tears welled up in Anastasia's eyes. She looked over at her younger brother and found tears in his eyes as well. They both knew of how their grandmother had died and to think that they were going to be killed by the same man unless a miracle happened was almost unbearable.
Morgan shifted a bit in his chair so he could lean his head slightly on her shoulder and Anastasia felt his hot tears begin to soak into her sleeve.
She leaned back her head and closed her eyes, hoping that their father would make it.
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Severus appeared on the outskirts of the property that Parkinson Lodge sat upon and took a step forward, reaching out his right hand. His fingertips tingled as he touched the wards that surrounded the property and he closed his eyes as he reached out with his magic and explored the wards.
During his school years, it had been discovered that he had a little bit of his great-grandmother's gift. Shalay Hart had been able to "speak" to wards and a small portion of that gift had been passed on to him. He couldn't dispel them or change them like she could but he could sift through them and discover exactly how to make them fall. The skill had been a menace at Hogwarts – he'd once managed to bring down the weaker bits of the school's wards on accident and had nearly killed himself – and had turned into a precious skill during the war. Often he'd been sent forward with a scouting team to an enemy hideout and would sift through their wards, hunting down its weaknesses. It was because of him that so many of their hideouts and fortresses had fallen.
Now he used that skill to find the weak link in the Lodge wards that would allow them entry onto the grounds. Like most home's of the old wizard families, the wards on the property were tied to those they recognized as friends or blood relations.
His brows furrowed as he delved deeper into the wards, brushing aside pieces of their magic to hunt down his prey.
"What's he doing?" asked one of the two Auror's that had followed John as they appeared.
"Trying to find a weak link in the wards so we can bring them down in seconds rather than hours," replied Damian. "It generally only takes a few moments."
The other Auror blinked.
"He can do that?"
"He once brought down part of the wards at Hogwarts," said John, his eyes on his uncle's back. "Nearly killed himself doing it but he did. And as Aunt Hermione confessed to me, it wasn't because the wards were weak."
Damian smirked at that.
"So he really is that powerful," he murmured. Then he asked, "Find it?" as Severus' entire body shook violently.
"Yeah," snarled the dark-haired man in response. "The wards haven't been kept up like they should have, so they're a bit weak in a certain spot. It'll take all of us going at it at once but I think we can bring it down without more help."
"You're certain, Uncle?" said John, taking a step forward to eye the empty air in front of Severus critically. He couldn't see the wards himself but he could sense them tingling on the very edge of his senses.
Severus nodded sharply and drew his wand, snapping it out in a straight line at the blank air. He then said, "John, Ian, it'll have to be just us that does this."
"An Elven spell, Uncle?"
"Yes."
Damian frowned at that and began, "Sev, I know I'm distantly from that bloodline but…"
"The power is still in you, Ian. Just repeat after me and it'll do the work on it's own."
"Okay. But if this doesn't work, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Worrywart," shot John before he turned to the two Auror's. "Perkins, call for some backup – we may need it if any of Parkinson's goons are lurking in the Lodge. Slate, keep an eye out for us."
The two Auror's nodded and snapped, "Yes, sir!" sharply before setting to their appointing tasks. John then drew his wand and looked curiously at his uncle.
Severus frowned and said, "Point your wands at exactly the same spot as I am and repeat after me one line at a time."
"So basically the line gets said three times?" inquired Damian as he adjusted his wand's position.
"Three's an important magical number. The repeating will help the spell build and work quicker. Ian, you say it first then John." He then looked at the two men who stood on either side of him, their shoulders nearly touching his and asked, "Ready?"
"Ready," replied John, eyes dark.
Damian just nodded in response and Severus took a breath before he spoke.
"Chall graf jarall durban labr ta ar dan!"
"Chall graf jarall durban labr ta ar dan!" cried Damian, speaking carefully to make sure he got all the words right.
"Chall graf jarall durban labr ta ar dan!" nearly shouted John, the foreign words coming out of his mouth as easily as they did his uncle's.
Perkins and Slate both paused and stared at the three men as their voices rose with each line they spoke in concordance. They both felt the power as it swelled with the words as well and took nervous steps back away from the three wizards.
"Chall graf lob kadurr labr urshfel gaff tailal!"
"Chall graf lob yyfphen labr ishtalk ar maith tar cha jith!"
"Leth ar wurphain ret jarall urshfelan kaidain ret queral labr tai re tith!"
"Ler gree phurtel ost Phaarvaith Ardwithen, cha curben orstael!"
The gathered power exploded forth with a vaguely audible snap and washed into the wards, causing them to shudder and actually appear for a brief second. Severus smirked and sheathed his wand just as the dome of the wards reappeared in a slightly red haze then crumbled into nothingness from the center in a matter of seconds.
"Whoa," murmured Slate as he watched the wards fall.
Perkins glared briefly at him then snapped, "Reinforcements will arrive within fifteen minutes, sir!"
"Good," said John. He then noticed Severus walking forward with Damian following him and shouted, "Uncle!"
"I'm not waiting!" snapped the older wizard over his shoulder. He moved on with long, sharp strides, Damian following swiftly in his steps.
John cursed and snarled at Perkins, "Call up Headquarters again. I want those reinforcements here now!"
Damnit, Uncle, don't do anything stupid! he thought furiously as he whirled back around as Perkins made contact with Auror Headquarters again.
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"How many?" whispered Severus to Damian as they crouched behind an overgrown gazebo just outside one of the doors that led into the Lodge. Spread out on the grounds in front of the door were Parkinson's goons, trying to hide rather pitifully in the slowly turning dusk.
"Five that I recognize," replied Damian as he sank back down beside his younger wizard. "Six more that I don't."
"And always the chance that he has some that actually know how to hide," said Severus with a smirk. He then shifted slightly and grimaced. "Damn, I hate old wounds."
Damian frowned then poked his head back up when he heard the door open. He heard leaves rustle and then a low snarl issued forth from Severus' position as Parkinson appeared. A smirk was plastered superiorly across his narrow face and Damian wished dearly that he knew what idiot relative of his had sired the bastard because he was surely of Malfoy blood. He'd hex the idiot into oblivion for siring him then abandoning him to Pansy Parkinson's tender mercies.
"Easy, Sev," he murmured, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder. He then noticed him pulling something out of his pocket and blinked. "An Extendable Ear? You still have that?"
"It's useful," said Severus, pointing his wand at one end of the Ear. It writhed slightly and slithered forward through the underbrush, finally coming to rest a matter of inches from Parkinson's foot. He then pointed his wand at the other end of the Ear and it split into two halves so they both could listen.
Damian snorted as he placed the end within his ear and muttered, "I've never understood how you got so good at changing these things."
"Twins taught Da," replied Severus as he placed his end in his ear.
Parkinson's voice was staticy for a moment then leveled out, allowing them to listen clearly to what he was saying.
"…everything set up, boys?"
"Yeah," replied Alexander Nott, the great-nephew of the Death Eater Nott. "Dunno why you wanted all the bloody Muggle shite though."
"Because the Auror's will just blow it off when they find out no magic was used to kill the brat's or to tie them up. And it'll be fun to watch the place go up in an explosion," replied Parkinson. He then looked around and continued, "Now clean up and make sure there's not a trace of us left. Trapp, you get what I wanted?"
A short, mousy looking man with thin blonde hair stepped forward and held out a sealed envelope. Parkinson took it and slipped it into his cloak, asking, "You're certain it went through?"
"Yes, sir," replied Trapp. "Parkinson Lodge is now the sole property of one Damian Malfoy."
"What the bloody hell?" breathed Damian. He looked in shock at Severus, who had turned nearly black in rage. "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?"
"Yeah," replied Severus in a growl. "They're trying to pin the blame for Ana and Mori's death on you. That kaidurf!"
"So those hairs I pinched off him in the Alley worked like a charm," said Parkinson with a smirk. "Too bad I couldn't get any off Snape. It'd be so beautiful for him to get the blame for the deaths of his own children. I suppose seeing the Malfoy Heir get it will have to do."
Severus snarled and reached a hand up over his shoulder to grip Ardwynhén's hilt. The cat's-eye in the pommel gleamed as part of the blade came free of the sheath and green fire writhed forth from within it.
"I'll kill him," he snarled, blue-green eyes darkening.
"Wait for John and the Auror's," hissed Damian, grabbing Severus' arm. "Please, Sev."
"He has explosives, Ian. Explosives. He can press a button and kill Ana and Mori." He shook his head and hissed, "You know what explosives can do. We used them during the war when we had to, when there was no other choice."
Damian looked at him for a long moment then spoke.
"This isn't the war, Sev."
"I know that! But, Merlin's beard, man, he has my children!"
"Alright, boys," they heard Parkinson say then, "let's move out."
Severus spat, "The Auror's will never get here in time. We have to go now, Ian! Or he'll get away!"
"Fine," hissed Damian. "But don't kill anyone, Sev. Ana, Mori, Ric, and Jan don't need you in Azkaban."
"I know."
Severus tapped the Extendable Ear and shoved it back into his pocket, resheathing his wand. He then sprang up and rushed forward, loosing Ardwynhén from her sheath as he ran. The sword practically sang as it was unsheathed for the first time since the final battle of the war and the emerald flames that wreathed its blade blazed brightly.
Nott turned at the sound of running feet and let out a girlish shriek of fear at the sight of an enraged Severus Snape charging at him with a sword made famous by his father in hand. He fainted and Severus leapt over him with a grace that shocked Damian, who came charging into the fray after him with his wand in hand.
He was two years older than Severus and hadn't earned as many scars over the years but he still couldn't move that quickly.
"PARKINSON!" bellowed Severus as he swept between two of the goons, striking one full in the face with Ardwynhén's pommel. The other earned the flat of the sword's blade and both went down in moaning heaps.
Parkinson turned and paled to a pasty shade as he saw the dark wizard charging at him with murder in his eyes. He then whipped out a small device and yelled, "A step closer, Snape, and I'll kill us all!"
Severus skidded to a stop, Ardwynhén swinging down to point her tip at the ground between his feet, and glowered at the blonde man.
"You don't have the nerve."
"Really?" said Parkinson, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Tempt me, Snape. Really, I dare you. I'm not afraid of dying anymore so long as I get to take part of your worthless family with me!"
"Have me then," said Severus. "Leave my children and family alone and do what you will with me! I'm the one you want, Cadian!"
A high, piercing cackle rang across the Lodge estate and Damian shuddered as it brought forth memories of "Uncle" Mika telling tales of Voldemort. It had the same type of madness in it that Mika had always described within the Dark Lord's.
"Wrong, Snape! I want your entire pitiful family dead!" He then grinned ferally and purred, "I've already taken care of two of them."
Severus' eyes narrowed and he spat, "What are you talking about?"
Parkinson smirked and a sinking feeling welled up within Damian's stomach. He had the feeling something was about to be revealed that would drive Severus over the edge. Frowning at his friend's back, he slowly crept backwards towards the Lodge, waiting until he got within the thick brush that surrounded the building before breaking into a run.
Hopefully he could get Ana and Mori out before Parkinson set off the explosives riddled about the place. If not…he hoped Severus killed the bastard before they went off.
" 'What am I talking about?' " said Parkinson mockingly, giggling slightly. He then fixed mad eyes on Severus' and cheerfully cried, "Why your parents, of course, dear Severus!"
Surprise flicked across the eldest remaining Snape's face then black rage brushed it aside.
"What?"
"Your parents! Your dear, dear mother was the first to go. Oh, how Mother was pleased to hear me describe how that poison would kill her!" He grinned and added, "It was even more delicious to hear later that she'd died in her own husband's arms!"
Severus' eyes narrowed to angry slits and anyone that could see within them would almost swear that the blackness of the Tethdaìr, the Elven warriors of whom his father had been amongst, flickered at the edge of his eyes. But such a thing was impossible…
Silence spread across the space between the two men, both Slytherin's and survivors of a war that had killed many, for what seemed an eternity.
Then a cold, dark voice so unlike his own came from Severus' mouth.
"You made the poison."
"Yes," purred Parkinson. "Which in turn end up killing your father. Couldn't survive long without his precious Mudblood bitch, could he?" He smirked. "Mother knew exactly where to hit him."
"What wrong, Snape?" he called after Severus' eyes dipped down to stare at the ground. "Kneazle got your tongue?"
"No," growled Severus. He looked up then and Parkinson took a step back, fear showing in his eyes for the first time.
Blue-green eyes had been completely overrun by black and even the idiots who'd been on the other side during the war had known that the man who's eyes changed to black during battle was not to be trifled with.
"I-it's not possible," stammered Parkinson. "O-only your father's eyes changed!"
"News flash, Parky," snarled Severus, lifting Ardwynhén to bear again. "Piss off anyone with the blood of the Tethdaìr in their veins enough and you'll cause it to come to life. And guess what you just did?"
The blonde took another step back and shouted fearfully, "It's not possible!"
Severus snarled and took a step forward, black eyes gleaming. Ardwynhén blazed brighter than ever in his hands, as though she knew that one who had killed two members of the family she was bound to was within reach of her blade.
Parkinson held up a trembling hand and bellowed, "I'll do it, Snape! One push and we're all dead!"
"I'll slice your hand from your body before it gets a chance to push it a millimeter," spat Severus as he took another step forward.
The goons behind Parkinson scattered as he came forward a step more and anyone that had ever stood before Harry Snape or his father Severus knew the exact reason why. Harry had been truly frightening when his eyes had changed, especially after he got a real taste for blood during the war. But the elder Severus had been truly terrifying. Alastor Moody had, years after Severus' death, discovered and viewed the memories of a Death Eater that had been present during the rescue of Amadeus Sedwick. It was one of Severus' darkest moments.
To say that anyone that had seen those memories hadn't wondered about his true allegiance would be a lie.
And Severus, at the moment, looked far more like his grandfather than his father.
Parkinson screamed at the fleeing goons to come back then turned about to find Severus a mere ten feet away from him. He scrambled back in fear, shrieking in fright, and ended up tripping over a partially raised root. As if in defense of himself, he lifted the hand that held the detonator.
Severus' eyes gleamed as he swung Ardwynhén in a smooth arch and cleanly severed the blonde's wrist. But not before Parkinson's thumb pressed down on the button.
The explosion sent both of them head over heels into the underbrush and Severus scrambled out of it as quickly as he'd went in. He screamed wordlessly in rage at the smoldering ruins, tears flowing from his eyes freely.
Then he spun and caught the edge of Parkinson's singed cloak as the bleeding wretch tried to fleeing. He flung him violently to the ground and swung Ardwynhén, driving her flaming blade relentlessly into his shoulder. Parkinson screamed as the blade, which was searing hot because of the flames that wreathed it, pierced his body and pinned him to the ground.
"Fier dar!" shouted Severus as he ripped the sword out then promptly cleaved Parkinson's head from his shoulders. He then flung Ardwynhén away from him and collapsed onto the ground beside the body, harsh sobs wracking his body.
Never again would he hear Ana's laugh or watch Mori wrestle playfully with Ric. Nor would he see them grow up and have families – and children – of their own. They were gone.
Two of his most precious possessions…gone…within the blink of an eye.
How could he live with himself or even look at Ric or Janella again knowing he'd failed his eldest children?
"Why?" he gasped into the ground, digging his trembling fingers into the loose dirt. "Why, damnit, why!"
He lay there was what seemed the longest time then sat upright, fingers searching out Ardwynhén's hilt as the trees nearby rustled. As he spun towards the intruder with angry tears in his eyes he heard a sound that made all anger melt away.
"Daddy?"
"Lai Istveil…" he breathed as he saw his daughter's crimson locks appear out of the tree line. "ANA!"
"DADDY!"
Severus collapsed to his knees, Ardwynhén dropping from suddenly nerveless fingers. His daughter's small body slammed against his then and he clutched her against him, burying his face in her hair. She sobbed into his chest, her hands fisted in his shirt as her tears spattered onto it.
Another small body impacted against his and he unwounded one arm from Anastasia to run his fingers through Morgan's mass of wild hair. He then pulled the eleven-year-old solidly against his side and silently thanked any entity listening for not taking his children from him.
"I got them out, Sev," he just barely heard Damian whisper. "Nearly didn't make it. Sorry it took so long."
"I could wait forever to know they were safe," whispered Severus, barely looking up at his friend. He felt as though if he moved an inch away from his children they would truly disappear. "Parkinson's dead."
"I noticed."
"Where's John?"
"No idea. The Auror's are all over the Lodge though, sifting through the debris to make sure there wasn't anyone else inside." Severus practically felt Damian's shudder. "I hope there wasn't."
Severus just nodded then looked down at Anastasia as she tugged at his shirt.
"What is it, Ana?"
"C-can we go h-home?" she asked in a teary voice. "Please, Daddy…"
Severus cut her off with a peck on the forehead and whispered, "I'll go anywhere you want, sweetheart. I'm just so glad you both are okay. I don't know what I would have done if you'd really…really been…"
He found he couldn't finish his sentence and both of his children hugged him tightly, sending a feeling of warmth and relief rushing through him.
As he struggled to his feet still holding onto them, Morgan mumbled, "That man…he said he killed Grandmother."
Anastasia nodded and Severus frowned, silently cursing Parkinson in every language he knew.
"He did," whispered Severus, closing his eyes as he remembered the pain of finding out about his mother's death. "But he's not going to hurt anyone else. Ever."
"I can see that," said John as he Apparated beside Damian, catching immediate sight of Parkinson's body. "Uncle, I take it…"
"My work? Yes."
Damian frowned and asked, "Will there be charges, John?"
The younger wizard frowned thoughtfully then shook his head, replying, "With the circumstances, I doubt it. What with him kidnapping Ana and Mori and trying to pin the blame for their death's on you, Uncle Ian. We just got recent news that Parkinson Lodge was transferred to your name."
"Yes, I know. I'll make sure it gets sold." He smiled slightly and added, "Forever will be too long to see this property again."
"I hear that," said John. He then turned towards Severus and continued, "Take them home, Uncle. We'll deal with everything here."
Severus nodded and clutched his children close as he Apparated back to their home, leaving Damian and John standing alone beside the body. The blonde kicked Parkinson's booted foot and snarled, "Bloody git."
"I'd have used stronger words but alright," said John as he bent to pick up Ardwynhén. The blade had become a simple blade the moment it had hit the ground but the moment it sensed the Snape blood in his veins it blazed back into argent light. He eyed it appreciatively then transfigured a surviving blade of grass into a sheath, sliding the blade into it. "I'll return this later. I think Uncle Sev and Aunt Nella need some time alone right now."
"I'll agree with that." Damian then noticed an Auror heading towards them and asked, "Need a hand cleaning up?"
"Shouldn't you go tell Aunt Mione that the kids are okay?"
"She made what your Auror's use to communicate. Do you really think she didn't keep one of her own?"
John chuckled in response and said, "Yeah, I could use a hand."
"Good. Let's get to work then."
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"Oh, God bless!" cried Janella as Anastasia ran into the kitchen, her crimson locks strewn with leaves and bits of debris. Morgan wasn't far behind her and both children ran into their mother's arms as one.
"Mommy!"
"My babies! You're alright! Thank God, you're alright!"
"Merlin bless, lad," swore Etienne as Severus entered the kitchen. He pulled the younger man into a bear hug then held his shoulders to inspect him with critical black eyes. "You look like Hell."
"I feel like Heaven though," said Severus with a small smile. He looked over at his sobbing wife and two children and added, "They're safe and that's all that matters to me."
"I as well." Black eyes narrowed then and Etienne growled, "Parkinson?"
"Dead."
"Good. And do tell me you had backup."
Severus smirked.
"It was late, Uncle."
"Ah. Auror's?"
"Slow as ever."
"Humphf."
"Daddy!" shouted Ulric as he ran from hugging his siblings to greet his father. Severus bent and caught his youngest child, swinging him up into a warm hug.
"Hello, Ric," he whispered. "Did you take care of Uncle Eti and Mommy whilst I was gone?"
Ulric nodded, a serious look on his face then he leaned forward and hugged his father's neck, a tremor running through his small body. Severus smiled at his son's brave front then walked over to his wife, who looked up from over Anastasia and Morgan's heads at him.
Her eyes were red and puffy with tears but they shone brighter than ever. And despite the face that her generally sleek hair was matted from her having likely run her fingers frantically through it a hundred times whilst awaiting his return, she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"I love you," she mouthed to him before turned her face back towards their eldest children.
Severus smiled as he sank to his knees behind Anastasia and Morgan, setting Ulric down so he could wrap his arms around all of them.
"I love all of you," he whispered to them as he kissed Janella softly. "And I'll never let anything happen to you."
Etienne smiled at what remained of his family and slowly crept out of the kitchen, leaving them to their reunion. He walked slowly down the hall to what was Severus' study and had been Harry's before and entered.
For a long moment he stood looking up at the portrait of his half-nephew then smiled.
"They're safe," he whispered to the green-eyed wizard and his Muggleborn wife, hoping they could hear him. "Both of your grandchildren safely back home. And I know you both would be proud of Severus. I just hope you both are watching him."
He looked at the painting for another moment then turned to leave, walking with slow steps. Then he paused in the doorway when he felt a presence slide past him.
We are, he heard Harry whisper in his ear. So very proud…
Nothing else will bother them, said Niamh. Or the family.
Etienne sighed gratefully at that then froze as his elder brother's voice hit his ears.
Take care of them, Eti, Severus whispered. He then chuckled and added, I promise I'll take every harm done to them out of your hide if you don't.
"I'll hold you to that, brother mine," breathed Etienne as a woman's voice he didn't recognize said, Oh don't listen to him. He's nothing but a big softie… But you'd know that best.
Hush, Mum, admonished Harry. We have to go now, Uncle. But we'll be here.
Always, said Niamh, a smile evident in her voice.
For every Snape that lives, we will watch, said the other female voice, which Etienne concluded to be Harry's mother Lily.
Goodbye, little brother.
"Goodbye," whispered Etienne as he felt the presences fade. He turned and looked at the family portrait again and smiled.
"Until we meet again."
Elven TranslationsSeverus' ward dispelling spell:
Bring down these walls that keep us out!
Bring down this shield that protects those within!
Bring down this barrier that withholds us from what we seek!
Give us entrance to these protected grounds to retrieve that which is ours!
In the name of Pharvith Ardwith, we compel thee!
kaidurf: bastard
Fier dar: You die!
Lai Istveil: By Heaven
Author's NotesMe thinks the ending was sappy. But…sniff…I'm really a hopeless romantic at heart.
Aaaaaand…so ends World Beyond. Now, with it, the story of the Snape children is finished and I can move on to To Live Again. Which will be the last Not Myself sequel if I have anything to do with it.
Atra: Who says you have anything to do with it?
Mel: She's the AUTHOR, you idiot.
Bryv: Exactly.
Saer: Stupid little man.
Atra: Always picking on me, the lot of you!
It's only 'cause we love you, Atra. Anyway, 'bye for now, guys! Chapters of Anything But Ordinary (no NM relation, entirely AU) may start getting uploaded soon, so there's something to look forward to. Dunno when work on To Live Again will begin but I'll be sure to keep you folks updated.
Till next time I write!