By chapter 15 I'm assuming you guys know that I don't own HP or TP and I'm assuming you know who does. But then again people like Alexander Hamilton said that the average Joe was pretty stupid, (wait, why am I talking history?)… Well and way lets get on with the show.
Chapter Fifteen
"Yes, My Lord."
"Kindly take that staff from behind the door and come here." Sarah told Severus as he entered her classroom the following evening.
Severus walked to the corner of the room with the wooden stick in hand.
"Now place your feet shoulder width apart and extend the staff in front of you with two hands." Walking over to her pupil Sarah let go if her own staff which continued to say standing erect.
The first thing she did when she reached him was change his grip on the staff. She then used her foot to move his legs slightly farther apart. "I know it fells weird, but this is the correct staff position. Hold this for a while as I explain." She reached for her own staff then took the same position as him. "Today we are practicing staff meditation. This form of mediation delivers the same amount of control as the traditional way, although it take longer to learn.
"Now, pray, tell me what forms of fighting and self-defense does the Darkone teach his followers."
Severus forgot the uncomfortable position he was it for amount concentrating on his teachers question. "You mean Voldemort? He teaches us nothing although many purebloods teach their children some form of weapon use and we have our wands as well ."
Sarah released she position and took Severus' staff from him. As we relaxed from his position she said, "I find that rather odd personally. I would have thought that purebloods took swords and things as non-magical and their for muggle things unworthy of their touch."
"Were not always so shallow as some make it seem. I myself know how to though a dagger."
"Yes well what happens after you have thrown your dagger?.. Do you know any hand-to-hand combat?" She asked walking around him in a slow circle eyeing him carefully.
He returned her quizzical glare, "Anyone can through a punch."
"Show me."
Felling quit stupid Severus fixed his stance and hit the air. "If you keep thrusting your arm out like that your going to hurt your elbow, and I don't even want to think of how much your hand would hurt in you made actual contact with something."
She took his right hand in both of her own fixing it into a perfect fist. "Never punch with the knuckles of your fingers, or you'll end up breaking them. You always punch with the knuckles that are connecting your fingers to your hand." Clasping her palm over his fist. Using her other hand she pulled back his right shoulder his foot following.
Severus felt a shock of surprise when she thrust her own body into his causing him to step forward and through the perfect punch.
Later that night Sarah had invited him to her private quarters to dinner which had long since ended in the Great Hall.
Severus first thought was to decline, but the fact that his stomach was growling and that he knew she very well could and would force him to come to her chambers anyway made the decision for him.
On his way back to his quarters Severus reckoned he had, had a little to much to drink, for after dinner he and Sarah had played an arousing game of chess. Much to his own grief he had lost. This made Severus wonder if weapon or writing mages had any sort of power towards battle planning. He had been the best player in all of Slytherin when he had been a student, although he had never been in the school club for he was not allowed according to the Gryffindor captain.
Severus cradled his head as he became slightly dizzy. He was usually not so easily wasted. He had only had two glasses after all. Must be wine. He thought to himself. Now come to think of it, the mage had not drank any wine as far as Severus come remember- which wasn't far at the moment. She had seemed content to drink her grape juice which she had claimed was rather good.
So tired… Wait! I'm… tired?
Severus couldn't even remember the last time he had felt sleepy. That was mainly because he had again been drunk at the time. For years now sleep had seemed to aloud him. It was the Dark Mark that caused this and he knew it was so for every time he closed his eyes it was there, fresh and anew. The hunting memories of when he had been a true death eater and not a spy. The thoughts and reminders of how dangerous a life he was living. Being a Death Eater had been the death of so many by Voldemort's own hand, but the fact that he was a spy a well…
Two years. That was how long even Dumbledore had expected him to live before he was found out. Two years and I lasted over ten. True the number was probably closer to twenty, however he was too afraid to count.
When he reached his privet chambers Severus sat at his desk meaning to grade some of the large stack of worthless first year papers that had been turned into him earlier that day. However he found that his mind was unable to focus and he turned to the window. Outside of the window, blurry and spotted with rain was a blurry, black figure. Forcing his weary mind to focus Severus concentrated on the dark figure. He found it to be Sarah sitting on what he new to be a marble bench.
He sat their at his desk for a time satisfied to watch the fuzzy figure through the rain. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep by the window was watching as the mage stood to head back towards the castle.
She had gone out in the rain to think. To wash away all thoughts of what had happen in the past few days. Even if only for a little while. She had enjoyed reminiscing in the rain for a time, however the bench on which she had decided to sit had seemed so invited. Sitting there more thoughts and feelings came back to her as she let the rain wash then away. The only thing that kept disrupting her deep meditation was the nagging feeling that someone was watching her. She paid the thought no mind for she was doing nothing of which she should need to hide.
Minutes, hours, or days later she new not when Kaki called out her name. Turning around Sarah saw her friend about twenty yards away. Sarah marveled at the sight of the raindrops as the bounced and rolled off the protective force field the mage had placed around herself. Sarah walked over to her friend entering the shield she felt only a slight prickle against her skin.
"I thought I might find you out here. You know, for as much time as you spend in the rain people may begin to think your the weather mage of the group… Well that, or you've lost your marbles." The young women smiled one of her rare genuine smiles as she threw an arm around her socking friend. "Hold still." From top to toe Kaki ran her hand threw the air just in front of her friend. "There, even I hate being socking wet."
Sarah's now slightly warm clothes gave her a comforting feeling as she recalled one last memory for that night. She recalled all of the nights when she, Kaki, and Emma were caught by the rain in the gardens. How they had become drunk with its moisture on those humid Summer nights. Dancing around the flower beds like the true idiots they were.
"I trust a cot is still open for me in your room…"
"Of course."
Sarah then placed her hand on her friends shoulder as they walked quietly, but peacefully back to the castle.
Severus awoke with a jerk to a stabbing pain in his arm. Minutes later, clad in his Death Eater robes, mask in hand, he sneaked out of the castle undetected except for the Headmaster who watched the younger man knowingly from his office window, floors above.
When Snape reached the outermost gates of the Hogwarts grounds he utter a spell causing the gates to open just enough for his lean figure to get escape through. From there he apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, to Knockturn Alley, and then finally to a small deserted graveyard where he new he would find his suppressant master. It was time for the Phoenixes greatest and only spy to get to work.
He took his place in the half circle of Voldimort's most trusted Death Eaters. They were all masked except for his excellency that sat in a chair patted in read velvet that looked quite out of place considering their current surroundings.
"Ah, and hear comes the last of them now… That old coot if Hogwarts still keeping you in shackles Severus."
Working hard to keep his mind clear of any thoughts that might arouse the dark mans suspicions Severus answered, "Yes, my Lord."
"And has my loyalist of spies any news for his master."
Contemplating on what to say, Severus felt the warm slate breath of his master wash over him. It chilled him to the very bone, but he let neither his mind nor his appearance show it at all. "The Headmaster seems to be… under the influence that my Lord, is trying to find a cretin someone who is to help him destroy Harry Potter…"
The dark one rustled slightly in his chair. Severus thought for shore that he was about to be hit with a gruesome curse in the Dark Lord fury. He felt the thought being grasped in his mind as his master settled once again in his chair, seeming to be content with the fact that he had indeed scared, to some degree, one of his best servants.
"From who did he get this information?.. Severus."
The dark one was getting angry and Severus new it, however this was one question that couldn't easily be answered. If he told the red-eyed fiend the truth the Order would lose was of it's most valued secrets. If he told one of the many plausible lies he had now swimming on the back most burner of his brain he would most certainly be punished for his incompetence.
"I know not my Lord. He would not tell me. I beg my Lord's- Auhhh!"
The spell had hit at full force, delivering a serge of sharp, stabbing pain that although Severus had grown accustom to over the years, still made him feel as if his spine was being brutally ripped out.
Once the curse was lifted and the pain subsided, Severus staggered to his feet knowing that no one was about to help him up. "You disappoint me Severus. However you lack wit doesn't bare to heavily on my plans.
"I have called you all hear tonight fore I have decided how my new followers can earn their place among you… They are to find a man for me. This man is one who can help us in our quest to purify the world. He can help us find Potter. This man is said to be found at a squibs nightclub, by the name of The Squeaky Door, however this man is of course a pure-blood wizard I'm sure.
"All of you are to do Nothing! No sabotage or assistance. If I find out that any of you has done otherwise that person shall find themselves without a place in my Death Eaters from then on, and as you all know I let no one quit alive."
Severus swore he heard at least a dozen gulps from around him.
"Severus!"
"Yes, my Lord."
"What are the old fools plans?"
Severus had already planned this part of his speech. The only thing that remained in his way was the fact that it might not work. "He wishes to send in six people. They are to invade the club and reached this man before we do, my Lord."
"Mages."
Severus was stunned. He had no idea that Voldemort new of the mages. Trying to retain his composure he prepared for another curse which was sure to be thrown at him.
"I will not hurt you Severus."
Shocked beyond words the spy did nothing, but bow his head and address his master. "Thank you, my Lord."
"But that is only because I wish to hear of your plans to foil the old bats. Do not deny it my faithful servant, I can see the plans swimming around in your head."
Severus' wards immediately strengthened at the thought of the Dark Lord entering the depths of his mind. "I wish to volunteer to go… For the side of the light of course…"
"Why? Why would you, a pure-blood, ever want to set foot in a place like… Ah, I see. Smart Severus, you once again show who clever you truly are. You wish to go to make sure these Phoenix spy's don't find anything, correct? Miserable mages! Very well Severus, but you must promise not to interfere with my new followers, they must prove their worth alone."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good, very good Severus, now tells us of these mages of which the Headmaster is so proud."
It's al little shorter than usually yes my grandfather died a few days ago so this is the first really day I've had in a week to work.
Thanks to:
Blackfire: For once again getting on my case about updating. Also I know that flutes can play load it is just that like the clarinet they are not supposed to be the top of the pyramid of sound… (sorry)
duj: Thanks for your help and the edited version of the whole first chapter which shall also be posted today. I hope everything is going well.
Also since this chap was short I have to other things I found while searching through files on my computer. One is Harry Potter related and the other is a sort of giant riddle not meant for those light of heart. Anyway forgive the weird way I tape the addresses for fanfiction will not let me type them in the normal way.
HP related: called Who Are You found at http: (backslash) (backslash) www. fanfiction .net (backslash) s (backslash) 2325426 (backslash) 1 (backslash)
Other called Dark Deception found at http: (backslash) (backslash) www. fictionpress .com (backslash) read.php?storyid (equals sign) 1870127
Happy Easter Everyone!