Disclaimer: No, sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. I merely own the plot and all new things you may have never seen before.
A/N: Things have been quiet just a little too long.....
Chapter 27- Turned Upside Down
Draco leaned back against the soft green cushions, stroking Amanda's creamy fur. He'd spent the last week in the third bedroom of the Potions Master's quarters. Severus and Harry had been extremely accommodating to the misplaced Slytherin. In Draco's short time there, he'd seen and learned so much about what a true family should be. It made him a tad jealous of their relationship but that feeling was chased away when Kit was around. In her presence he knew he would never have to pretend or put on any pretenses. It was hard to believe that she saw him as her son after only knowing him for two months. Her explanation for the occurrence was that it was Fate, he was supposed to come under her care just as Harry had come under Severus's care. Draco wasn't sure about that, but then again he was ready to believe just about anything, especially after all that had happened. As to Harry and he, they were getting along, most of the time. Every now and then he'd snap at the Gryffindor but old habits died hard. Harry had been extremely understanding in helping him break his snarly attitude but he did give as good as he got. Draco didn't remember him being that good and figured he'd picked it up from the Potions Master.
Though he enjoyed his new residence immensely, he knew it was only temporary. Eventually he would have to rejoin the rest of the student body, a notion he dreaded. Once outside these rooms he would have no protection. Not a good thing when faced with the Death Eaters' children. He needed a plan, an advantage, but one had yet to present itself.
"Hey sport, how's it going?" Draco greeted the charming smile of Severus's cousin, Artemis, with one of his own. The man possessed a magnetic personality and the Slytherin had liked him immediately. Another person he felt he could be himself around.
"I'm all right. You?" Artemis shrugged, reclining in his chair.
"All right I guess. Have you seen Kit?" At this the blonde shook his head, having to keep from raising an eyebrow at the disappointment in the other's eyes. Where had that come from? Surely he didn't.....? His thought was cut short as a worried Headmaster entered the room. Draco's hand stilled from stroking the puffskein, concern gripping his mind. Had something happened to Harry and Severus? Both were out on a mission today, Harry's first field assignment. Those that had to stay behind could only hope that it went well.
"Headmaster?" he asked cautiously as the man collapsed into the remaining chair. The white and auburn hair glistened as he shook his head, negating the boy's suspicions.
"Professor Tamra has just turned in her resignation. Family trouble has called her back to the States. That, unfortunately, leaves us without an Ancient Runes professor." Draco winced; small wonder the Headmaster seemed worried. To suddenly be one teacher short in a time when one was uncertain of who to trust, he shook his head.
"Ancient Runes did you say?" Artemis asked curiously. The Headmaster perked up and nodded, understanding filling his gaze. Draco wished they would let him know what was going on, he hadn't a clue.
"Would you be interested Artemis? You would be qualified; you mastered every subject you took," the Headmaster said. The crystal shop owner winced.
"Every one but Potions," a sigh, "but I was always hopeless at that. Of course Albus, I'd love to take the job. When do I start?" The eldest mage was now grinning from ear to ear.
"Next week would be fine, you can spend that time moving into the castle." The Order member nodded, mis-matched eyes clouded in thought. It would be a small matter of changing the ownership of the shop to another member, though he was sad to do so, he loved working there. Of his personal effects, there were few, he hardly stayed in one place more than a year or so. That he'd spent nearly five years in England was a major surprise. Why had he failed to settle down? Perhaps because he had found not reason to do so. Perhaps that was all about to change.
Draco could not suppress the grin that was spreading across his face. Artemis was going to teach at Hogwarts! In one of his classes no less! The grin quickly faded when a thought came unbidden to his mind. Would he be returning to classes?
"Headmaster?" The cerulean blue gaze caught the squirming Slytherin in its sights.
"Yes, Draco?" No longer was he referred to as Malfoy, by his own request. For now he simply used his first name, pending the decision of his surname. His 'father' had already publically disowned him, though by law Lucius and Narcissa were still his legal guardians. His own vault, containing a small fortune, had been transferred to the Potions Master's for the time being. Whatever people wished to call him when the ordeal was over, he would never again answer to the soiled name of Malfoy. And contrary to Lucius's claims, it was his father, not Draco, who had soiled it.
"About my classes...." The Headmaster held up a hand to stop him.
"Do not worry about that dear boy, it will be worked out when Severus and Harry return."
At the present moment, the afore mentioned two were up to their necks in more trouble than they needed or wished. They were out-manned nearly two to one, not promising odds. The only factor in their favor was that they were heavily entrenched and fortifying more by the minute. They could not move. Advance was not an option. It had become a game of who had more patience as the hours dragged on. Both leaders hoped their inactivity would force the Death Eaters into a foolish attack, giving them the chance to weaken their foes as much as possible. Moody would (hopefully) appear soon to provide them with much needed aide.
"Braddock, plug that hole!" Harry barked as the woman scrambled to follow the boy leader's order. He and Severus were in the center of the Aurors mixed Phoenixers (as the fighters of the Order of the Phoenix had been dubbed). The formation they were in now, a complete circle, had its advantages and disadvantages. While their position ensured support for any section, it also meant they could be taken down by a full siege, if executed properly. They could only hope the Death Eaters did not have that kind of discipline for they could not retreat, the enemy would merely pursue and destroy them. They could only wait for the Death Eaters to attack, and attack they would, for the two mages had confidence in their people's patience. There were only twenty-five men and woman and they could not afford to lose one.
"See anything?" Harry asked as his Father lowered his Omnioculars.
"Not a thing and I'm not sure if that's good or bad." Harry's mouth thinned to a grim line as he relieved his Father of the glasses and pressed him to his eyes.
"It's not good when the Death Eaters are involved. And no sign of Moody either." A flicker in the distance caught his attention and he focused on that point. Death Eaters on the move. Damn.
"Here they come!" he bellowed. There was a silent but subtle shifting as the fighters went from battle alert to battle ready. Harry slid effortlessly into his place as Severus did opposite him. They were not to stay near one another during the fight, a simple rule. In case (Merlin forbid) one of them was killed (they kept forgetting they were mages and therefore immortal), it was likely the other would survive.
The first wave was the worst they had suffered through all day. Many fell under the storm of curses from either side and a heavy mist blanketed the field, thanks to Severus's and Harry's power. Thank God no one had used the Killing Curse. Their group was under strict orders not to use the spell under any circumstances. The Death Eaters were under no such restraints. Harry only hoped they never realized that.
An order was barked; the Death Eaters retreated. Wounded from both sides were carried away to be treated. Kit and Seri were somewhere in the wings near by. As the only local field Healers they had strict orders to remain out of the fight. Not an easy thing as Harry knew both were itching to join the fray. They would have made excellent Aurors or Phoenixers but their calling lie elsewhere, the medical field versus the battle field. That field, the teenager knew, was a whole different type of battle.
"How many did we lose?" Severus inquired as he took the place beside his son. The man moved in complete silence and the boy marveled at such a useful skill.
"Four. Two Aurors, two Phoenixers. We can't afford to lose anymore they'll overrun us. Hell, they are doing that now." Severus nodded in silent agreement and moved away to make arrangements to compensate for the missing four. The circle was now tighter, more secure. It would not matter, the boy knew, they would break on the next attack. But if they were going down, they would do so in a blaze of glory. A snake hissed, slithering its way through the tightly packed bodies. Seeing the teenager it made its way toward him.
#What have you seen?# Harry demanded, squinting at the horizon. Scales clicked as the snake pulled itself upright.
#Man with tree branch for leg, coming this way from that direction.# The snake pointed with his tail in the direction Harry was gazing.
#Good. Thank you.# The reptile knew a dismissal when he heard one and bowed before slinking away. The fire mage moved silently to his father's side, placing his lips to the other's ear.
"Moody's on the march behind the Death Eaters, are you ready?" Severus nodded and Harry retreated, sending up red and gold sparks. Their fighters, Aurors and Phoenixers alike, knew that signal. Charge. As a single mass they rose and marched down the hill, yelling at the top of their lungs. The Death Eaters were caught off guard and in their moment of confusion, Moody attacked. It was short and sweet, the Death Eaters stood no chance against their combined forces. They were captured and Aurors escorted the prisoners to the Ministry for questioning. A hand fell on Harry's shoulder and he looked up to see the dirt-covered face of his father.
"Let's go home, our job is done."
A few days later Draco walked into the living room of the dungeon quarters. The sight that greeted him was.....unusual. He could have sworn there had only been one couch that morning not two as there were now. Creeping to the closest, he peeked over and spied the ragged figure.
"Harry, what in all the Seven Hells happened to you?" he exclaimed, jaw-slackening at the sight of the teenager. The fire mage resembled, to Draco's estimation, someone who had lost a battle with the Whomping Willow. The other did not bother to raise his head.
"I've already been through them all today, thank you," the voice was tired, nay, exhausted, more so than the Slytherin had ever heard it.
"Merlin himself never spoke a truer statement," another voice, that of Seri, croaked from the other couch.
"What did you two do to get yourselves this way?"
"A very good question," Draco turned to see Artemis, Severus, Albus and Kit enter the room, "What did you do?" Albus and Severus split from the others; Albus going to Harry, Severus to Seri. The occupants of the couch moaned loudly as warm hands began soothing trails over back, shoulders, and neck. Kit and Artemis pulled up chairs to watch the amusing show while Draco planted himself at their feet. Silence, broken only be occasionally grunts of pain, prevailed until both massages were stopped and their recipients lifted into sitting positions. Seri leaned heavily against the Potions Master, her head resting on his shoulder. He stroked her hair gently, running gentle circles along her back. He had never seen the woman so depleted before and it worried him greatly. Seeing both Harry and the healer in such a state served to intensify the feeling.
"The session didn't go as well as you'd hoped, eh?" Both woman and teenager winced, tenderly touching their temples.
"Please, Severus, not so loud. Both of us have migraines the size of the Asian continent at the moment," Seri begged.
"That is a definite yes, Father," Harry added in the same pain-laden tone.
"The question still remains," Artemis cut in as Severus lifted Seri into his arms and traveled to the other couch, "what did you two do?" The Potions Master settled the woman on his left side, leaving Harry at his right.
"Do you remember Frank and Regina Longbottom?" The Headmaster asked as he arranged his grandson carefully. The crystal shop owner nodded, deep sadness shining from his eyes.
"Only too well, they were in my year. They're still in St. Mungo's are they not?" The fire mage nodded, then winced.
"Longbottom? Neville Longbottom's parents? What happened to them?" It was Severus who answered when it seemed no one else wished to.
"Just after the downfall of Voldemort, Frank and Regina were tortured to the brink of insanity by a group of Death Eaters trying to locate the Dark Lord. They didn't know where he was." The blonde Slytherin swallowed hard.
"You mean, they're.....insane?" The others nodded. Draco leaned back and Kit ran a hand through his hair, murmuring sympathetically.
"So, what are doing with them?" Artemis asked. Kit answered for the two.
"They're trying to cure them." Draco and Artemis stared at her in plain confusion.
"But, wouldn't that be impossible?" Artemis wondered aloud.
"No," Harry answered from his burrow between Father and Grandfather, "Human minds are like balls of yarn; they have many twists and turns yet you can still find the end. Frank and Regina's minds are no longer like that. Their yarn balls have been unraveled and tangled. All we must do is find one end and begin to roll the string back up. Believe me, that has to be the most difficult part. Seri and I were going to be the first to test the theory of doing this and if we were successful, we were going to bring in Severus and Kit." Draco and Artemis both had to admit respect for the gutsy Gryffindor. Not many would think to undertake such a task but he had; noble to the end.
"Don't you want anything for the pain? I'm sure Mother Leopard can brew something," the Slytherin offered while Kit beamed at him. Seri and Harry shook their heads.
"We can't, it will undo all that we did today. I'm not certain why it would, it just would," Seri explained, "Besides," she reached over the Potions Master and grasped Harry's hand in her own, "Misery loves company, doesn't it, childing?" The Gryffindor gave the hand a squeeze.
"Too true, Mother," a yawn, "too true." The Headmaster cleared his throat.
"Before you two get any rest there is a matter we must attend to first." He nodded in the young Slytherin's direction. Ah, so it was time to discuss the ever-important question: what to do with Draco. Artemis spoke up first.
"I have an idea, actually. Why not let him pose as my son?" A moment of silence followed as they stared at him in shock. This irritated him.
"What? It's not that far fetched, is it?" Severus shook his head.
"It's not that, cousin. I think we are all merely wondering exactly on how you plan to pull that one off is all." Mis-matched eyes sparkled merrily as he began his tale.
"Well, as you know, I spent most of my life after school out of the country. It's only been the last few years that I've been in England at all. The way this story goes is that I married while gone, and made a family. When Voldemort's return called me back, I left my wife and son to come help. A month ago, my wife passed away and my son came to live with me, hence being transferred to Hogwarts. What do you think?" The group traded glances, it sounded plausible.
"So, I'd be playing your son?" Draco surmised and the Ancient Runes teacher nodded.
"Yes, though you would need a new name and a disguise, but I think we could pull it off." The Slytherin grinned, this was going to be interesting.
"Then let's do it."
"Your attention please," Albus's voice broke out over the buzz of conversation in the Great Hall. Talk ceased as heads turned to their Headmaster. He smiled benignly at them.
"I have a very important announcement to make so I must ask for you to remain silent for a few moments. As some of you may have noticed, Ancient Runes has been canceled for the past week," a few nodded in the crowd, "I'm afraid it because Professor Tamra was called home to the United States," A groan escaped the students' lips and Albus held up his hand for silence, "However, we were able to find her replacement who agreed to come, even on such short notice. He is to be treated with the same respect as the rest of us. Allow me to introduce your new Ancient Runes professor, Artemis Maxwell." He waved an hand in the man's direction. The new professor stood and took a brief bow for the scattered applause, the strongest of which was coming from Harry.
"Also," Albus continued when the applause died away, "we have a new student joining our ranks as well," From a side door a tall, thin boy slipped inside and marched resolutely to the staff table, "He is Professor Maxwell's son, Aurelius Delius Maxwell." The boy nodded his midnight black hair to the crowd, his one blue and green eye glowing. The Headmaster leaned over the table and dropped the aged Sorting Hat over the head of the 'new' student.
"Ah, so back are we, Mr. Malfoy?" the Hat whispered in his ear.
'Yes,' Draco thought back, 'you must re-sort me. But I can't go back to Slytherin.'
"Just as well, I wasn't thinking of putting you there anyhow. Hmmm.....so, what am I going to do with you?" Draco had the almost uncontrollable urge to shrug.
'Put me anywhere but Slytherin, that's all I ask.' This statement did not satisfy the Hat as it continued to grumble under its breath.
"Strong mind, willingness to learn. Perhaps Ravenclaw? No, no, not there. Unafraid of toil I see. That makes you a prime candidate for Hufflepuff," Draco almost gagged, "But I do not believe you would fit there. Well, that only leaves one House and one that seems to suit you well. Brave, loyal to true friends and a certain disregard for the rules. Yes, yes, you belong in GRYFFINDOR!!!" The last was shouted to the Great Hall and the Hat was plucked from Draco's head. The table to his left clapped enthusiastically as he joined them. Harry grinned and clapped the stunned boy on the back.
"Welcome to the other side of the tracks, Aury."
Harry led the dreadfully nervous Draco towards the Gryffindor Common room. He was a prefect, it was his duty; the assigned 'tour guide'. When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, the fire mage halted, turning to the other boy.
"Ready?" Draco straightened and nodded. Now came the true test.
"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go." Harry nodded as well; he could sense the boy's confidence in himself to play the charade faultlessly. They could only hope that confidence was not misplaced. He turned to the patient painting.
"Phoenixes," he gave as the password. Draco could not help but smirk, wondering who had picked that out. He was given no chance to think on it as he hurried to follow Harry through the hole. The sight that greeted him was.....foreign to what he thought of as a common room. But, he reminded himself, these are Gryffindors, it was bound to be different here. It was Gryffindor, and everything Slytherin wasn't. Warm and inviting, he found himself at home, only he wished there was a bit more black, as it was his favorite color. The room's two new occupants were paid little mind until Harry called the Gryffindor fifth years to him.
"Everyone, this is our new year-mate, Aurelius Maxwell." Ron was the first to open the lines of communication by extending his hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts and Gryffindor in particular, Aurelius, I'm Ron Weasley." After a moments hesitation, Draco clasped it in his own. So strange, he knew all these people, yet he had to pretend he didn't.
"Pleased to meet you, Ron, and it's just Aury, Aurelius sounds too formal." The redhead grinned as did some of the others.
"Aury it is then. So, your Dad's the new professor. Where are you from?" The Slytherin- turned-Gryffindor was prepared for this and answered promptly.
"Rome, Dad lived there with Mum till a few years back. He came here at Uncle Sev's request." Now that statement earned a few raised eyebrows.
"Excuse me, did you say, 'Uncle Sev'?" Dean asked. Suppressing a smirk of victory at the slight shock he'd managed to obtain he nodded.
"Yes, Professor Snape and my Dad are cousins, so he's not really my uncle, I just call him that." Lavender wrinkled her nose.
"Ew. I don't think I would want to be related to Professor Snape," Harry raised an eyebrow and she added hastily, "no offense Harry." He snorted but let the comment slide.
"None taken," he mumbled under his breath. Draco frowned at the Gryffindor's sentiments and decided to defend his two friends.
"Uncle Sev's really nice, you just have to get to know him." Harry smiled as he realized what the other was trying to do. Might as well add his two cents in.
"But that's the hard part. You have to chip through a thick ice wall." The 'new' student contained a snort but could not help but roll his eyes.
"Oh yes, a very thick ice wall." The other fifth years glanced among themselves, left out of this inside banter. Hermione spoke up.
"What classes do you have, Aury?"
"The same as all of you. My electives are Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures." Harry ribbed him in the side.
"Aren't you glad you dropped Divination?" he jibed, sly grin crossing his face. Now Draco really did snort.
"If the Divination professor here is anything like the one back home, yes."
"What was she like?" Parvati Patil asked eagerly. Draco smirked.
"He was a total fraud. Loved predicting death and destruction on global scales." Ron sighed dramatically.
"Sounds like Trelawny's husband." All but Lavender and Parvati laughed, those two merely looked highly affronted.
"Don't mock her, she's a genius," Lavender sniffed, nose lifting in the air. Hermione snorted.
"Oh please, Lavender, she's a fake. She barely knows how to pour the tea out of the tea pot." Coming from Hermione, that was harsh.
"Well, if you think that. Come on Lavender." The two girls stood and stalked away amid snickers. Harry shook his head.
"You guys shouldn't pick on them. They don't pick on you for the things you like." Seamus grinned.
"Ah, but, Harry, it's so much fun, picking on them. Their so sensitive to certain things." The fire mage rolled his eyes amid the laughter from the other boys.
"So, Harry, have you heard anything about Malfoy, they say he's still missing?" Ron asked as he leaned back in his chair. Without hesitation, the fire mage shook his head.
"Not a thing, and I'm getting worried. No one has been able to find him." The obvious lie, to Draco at least, was spoken with such casualness, it amazed the Slytherin-turned-Gryffindor. Perhaps there was more to Harry than he let on. But, he noticed when the other Gryffindors had turned away, Harry made a sign to Ron and Hermione. Draco knew that sign, his friend had taught it to him. It meant they would talk later. Hermione frowned but said nothing. She glanced at her watch and gasped.
"You guys, we have to go! We're going to be late for Care of Magical Creatures!" Grabbing her bag she darted out the room, followed hastily by the others.
"Is it always this chaotic around here?" Draco asked Harry as the two raced to their class, hoping not to be late.
"Yes, I am afraid it is," The dark-haired boy confessed. Draco grinned.
"Excellent! I think I'm going to like it here."
"All right, all right, gather 'round, gather 'round," Hagrid waved his massive hands in his direction as the students flocked to the giant. The warm black gaze drifted over the crowd, checking to make sure all were present. Seeing this was so, he clapped his hands together.
"Taday we'll be a learnin' 'bout the unicorn families. Most know of the common pure white unicorns but can anyone name the three rarest families?" The dark-haired Draco answered before the others.
"The Mastords are one." Hagrid beamed at his new student.
"Very good, Aury, five points to Gryffindor. Now, can you tell me where they come from?" The student nodded.
"Egypt, the Sahara Desert," he replied with a superior smirk. One the gamekeeper found familiar.
"Correct again, another five points. Now, can anyone name any others?" Hermione's hands shot up into the air and Hagrid nodded to her. She cleared her throat.
"The Ciame from America," she answered promptly. The half-giant awarded her points as well.
"Now that leaves one more, which is it?" It was Harry that spoke.
"Barice, found in Great Britain." He grinned at 'Aury', Ron and Hermione who returned it, knowing why he found this so amusing. He was one after all.
"Excellent Harry, now were gonna learn even more by......" Harry's focus faded out as he thought back to a conversation he had not long ago with Silverhoof.
Silverhoof and her companion Silverblaze (Harry) matched step for step as the walked quietly towards the center of the Forbidden Forest. Silverblaze was built much like the mare beside him: tall with long, elegant legs; gracefully arched neck; wide, dish-face with the black horn in the shape of a lightening bolt. He'd earned the name Silverblaze from the silver blaze than ran down his face in the shape of his famous scar. He pranced along beside her happily, nuzzling her playfully every now and then. She would seem to smile and give him a nudge back, followed occasionally by a flick of her tail. Silverhoof was taking him for the first time to meet the rest of her band, which she herself headed. The Gryffindor had to admit to being more than a bit curious about the elusive creature who's form he could take. Silverhoof had taken it upon herself to educate him on the ways of her band.
~Is it much further?~ The excitement contained within him made him sound like a child. Silverhoof nodded, whickering in amusement.
~Almost, little one, you must have patience.~ Silverblaze snorted but the spring within his step betrayed his mounting excitement. They tucked their wings in close as they trotted through thick brush, only to come out in a clear grove. Many horned heads lifted and whinned a greeting to their leader. Silverhoof returned it and left the animagus's side, weaving through the band. She checked with each member, inquiring to his or her health and happiness. All assured her that they were content, and some queried as to who the new stallion was. Silverhoof turned to see the animagus shifting nervously on his miss-matched feet. She trotted over and touched his nose.
~They won't bite, why don't you go say hello and introduce yourself?~ When the young stallion hesitated she butted him in the rear. With a squeal of surprise he darted forward, straight into a gaggle of Silverhoof's relatives. They immediately surrounded him, curious noses poking from all directions. Silverhoof lowered herself to the ground and watched as the Gryffindor answered the others many questions, even fending off the advances of the few bolder fillies. Eventually he broke away, after declining to run with the other young stallions, and settled beside the head mare.
~Well, what do you think of them?~ she asked as he situated himself. Wide green eyes spoke loudly.
~They're amazing, so friendly, even to a stranger.~ The equine nodded her head.
~Yes, that is the way we function.~
~I'm curious about one thing.~ Silverhoof flicked an idle fly away with her tail.
~What's that?~
~The mares with the white rings around their front left legs, what does that symbolize? I noticed some possess it, and some don't, like you for example.~ He lifted a wing and pointed at one of the passing creatures as she walked in step with an older stallion. Silverhoof sighed and stretched out her neck to the ground.
~Well, little one, those who possess are soul bonded.~
~Soul bonded?~ he repeated with a bewildered whicker. The mare's black satin coat gleamed in the moonlight.
~Yes, their soul and another's are bound together by an unbreakable force: love.~ The young stallion nodded in understanding but was still not satisfied.
~Then you haven't found your mate?~ The mare let out a sad laugh.
~Yes, Harry, I have.~ That only added to the other's confusion.
~Then why are you not bonded to him?~ Silverblaze demanded. She peered at him with one large blue eye.
~Because we are too different Harry, we cannot, at the moment, be together.~ The young stallion let out a snort of frustration.
~I don't understand.~ The mare watched him for a moment before surging to her feet.
~Come, let's see if I can show you.~ The Gryffindor scrambled to his feet and followed the other as she wove her way through the other unicorns. Eventually she halted and extended her neck to point at a distant shape.
~See them?~ Silverhoof squinted into the distance. Several yard away was another unicorn, a filly. On her back was an enormous black Veras cat. The feline was washing his whiskers and would occasionally lick the unicorn's coat. The filly nuzzled the cat and nipped his tail. It was then the young stallion noticed the white ring around the equine's leg.
~Is she bonded to the Veras cat?~ Silverhoof nodded, pulling him away by his mane. They walked slowly away, heading back in the general direction of Hogwarts. ~So, not all of you are bonded to other Barice Unicorns.~ It was more a statement than a question. The mare was silent before answering.
~Yes. The majority that bond do so to other unicorns inside or outside their band. However, as you know, we can bond to humans to make them our family, our foals.~
~Like I am to you?~ Silverhoof whickered.
~Exactly. Though, you are more like my grandfoal than foal.~ The animagus squinted at her.
~That would make you my granddame, correct?~
~Yes.~ The stallion's step quickened and he pranced ahead of her.
~Then I'm calling you grandma from now on.~ He laughed delightedly when he heard the startled whiny behind him and sped up to get away from playful teeth and hooves. ~So,~ Silverblaze continued when the play stopped, ~Can you become soul bonded to humans?~ The mare nodded.
~Yes, in fact, two of my band are. Lighfoot is bonded to her human, though she doesn't know it yet.~ After that she fell silent, spiking the mage's curiosity.
~Who's the other?~ No answer. ~Silverhoof?~ The unicorn stopped and lifted a wing in the castle's direction.
~You better get back, I'm sure Severus is waiting for you.~
~But Silverhoof......~ He turned to find her gone. He sighed and trotted to his home. ~Goodnight, Grandma.~
"Now, seein' as it would be too dangerous to lead you lot into the Forest, we're gonna be practicing with regular ponies. Come on now, they're just in the next paddock." Hagrid led the curious students through the field to a familiar white fence. This was the area the hippogriffs had been kept during their third year. Harry chuckled silently as he remembered Draco's....ahem....incident with Buckbeak. Surely that wouldn't happen again, would it? The professor ordered them to remain behind at the fence. The class waited in silence. Only a few minutes had passed before Hagrid came back over the hill. With him came over two dozen ponies. Draco immediately recognized two types: Dales and Fell. As they were brought to the fence the students were allowed a better view of the creatures. Most varied in shades of brown, few black and gray, one solid white. This one drew the dragon's attention as it stood alert. Brown eyes met blue and green as it spied him as well.
"I know these beasties ain't magical creatures, but their fine animals. Smart as whips all of 'em so watch yourselves. Over the next several months ye'll be learnin' 'ow to take care of 'em, and ride 'em. This will be preparin' ye for after February when ye'll be learnin' to ride winged horses." An excited whisper ran through the crowd which Hagrid quieted with a wave of his hand. "Come on over and pick yer mounts." Draco needed no further encouragement as he climbed through the fence and approached the white pony. The little mare, nor more than thirteen hands high, stood proudly awaiting his arrival. He halted a mere two feet from her and in held up his arms.
~Well? What are you waiting for? I know your curious, come on.~ The pony said nothing in reply but trotted over. Draco endured the equine's nose wandering over him, taking in his scent. After a moment, she ceased her inspection and came around in front of him.
~You'll do.~ Was all she said. Draco had to laugh as he took a hold of her halter.
~I'll do, huh? Well, I think you'll do too.~ Harry approached, solid black mare in tow.
"What do you think? Her name's Coaldust and I think I know why."
+Could it be because she's as black as coal dust?+ Ro asked as she landed between the pony's ears. The two teenagers were surprised when the equine did not immediately bolt but snorted out a response, stamping her foot. 'Aury' burst out laughing while Rowena squawked indignantly.
"What did she say?" Harry asked when the other had settled down. Draco snickered.
"It translates along the line that Ro's beak is bigger than her brain capacity." The fire mage joined in the laughter as removed the disgruntled bird from her place.
"Uh oh, I think we better go give Neville a hand, I think he needs it," Draco nodded in the Gryffindor's direction. Harry turned and viewed the scene with a grimace.
"I think your right, let's go." With their two new friends, the Gryffindors made their way over to where Neville was trying to approach a soft-eyed gray. He would get close but the mare would swish her tail or sneeze and he'd back away as if he'd been slapped. Leaving their mares to graze, Draco approached the gray while Harry went to the frightened student.
"What's the matter, Neville?" The prefect asked of the shaking boy. Neville sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"I just keep thinking of what happened to Malfoy, I don't want that to happen to me." Harry laid a hand on the other's shoulder reassuringly.
"Neville, trust me, that is not going to happen. I think this little mare is just right for you. They're all gentle, really. Just go up to her and don't make any sudden movements to frighten her. All right?" The boy took a deep breath.
"All right." The mage patted his shoulder. Draco laid a hand on the mare's halter and cupped her ear to his mouth.
~Be gentle with him, he's scared of you.~ The doe eyes of the mare blinked.
~As gentle as a new born foal,~ she promised. He nodded and joined the other two Gryffindors. From his pocket he drew a large carrot and held it out to his classmate.
"Take this and see if you can't win her over," he offered. Neville accepted the vegetable with a grateful smile and cautiously approached the gray pony. She stood stock still, waiting for him. Neville swallowed and held out the carrot. The mare extended her neck and sniffed it before giving it a nibble with her teeth. When the small Gryffindor discovered he still had his fingers he edged a little closer, until he was standing beside her head, hand on her halter. She munched the happily and when she finished, blew her warm breath in his face. He laughed and wiped away the bit of snot and carrot. When Harry and Draco approached he had a huge grin on his face.
"I did it! And she's really nice too," he said eagerly. Both nodded.
"What's her name?" Draco inquired. Neville lifted the tag from her neck.
"Nana. Seems to fit her doesn't it?" Harry chuckled, patting the mare's neck.
"It does indeed, it does indeed."
Silverhoof's heart hammered painfully in her chest as she galloped wildly through the Forbidden forest. She sensed, rather than saw, the predators that were chasing her. Strange cat creatures she had never seen before had attacked her and her band. Caught so off guard, the unicorns had not been able to put up a strong defense, but had managed to secret away their foals and their mothers. Silverhoof and five other of her strongest had remained behind to combat the vicious beasts. Now only she remained. Too tired and unable fight any longer, she had taken flight, dashing into the undergrowth. The creatures had given chase, relentlessly running her down. She stumbled, almost losing her footing, and felt another claw rack across her tender flesh. She screamed in pain and dashed off in a new direction: towards Hogwarts.
Cloud, the white mare that had chosen Draco, moved restlessly on her feet. The student could sense her uneasiness and ran a calming hand over her withers.
~What is it, girl?~ The mare lifted her nose to the air, lip curling back as she tasted it.
~Danger's approaching,~ she replied curtly. Draco looked around to see the other ponies were shifting nervously as well.
"Harry!" he yelled but the teenager was already staring intently into the forest.
"I know, Aury, I know." The new Gryffindor moved beside the mage and tried to follow his gaze into the forest, but saw nothing.
"What do you sense?" Harry closed his eyes and lifted his head, nostrils flaring. A few seconds passed before his eyes snapped open.
"Silverhoof!" he cried. As he did so, a large unicorn burst through the thick foliage, stumbling towards the group. The animagus rushed to her as she gave a great shudder and crashed to the ground. Harry slid on his knees, catching her head in his lap. One blurry, blue eye looked at him.
~Harry....~ she coughed weakly and he shushed her, running a hand along her neck. The beast was in bad shape. Her normally satin black coat had lost its sheen, now slick with blood and sweat. Part of her tail was missing, he noticed, and her sides heaved with the effort of trying to breath.
"Hold on, Silverhoof, please hold on." he whispered. Draco suddenly appeared beside him. He placed a pale hand over her chest and forehead, mindful of the blood and horn.
"Harry, she's dying." No, please no.
"No!" he cried, hugging her neck, "Silverhoof, you're my granddame, you can't die." This couldn't be happening, she was a part of his family, and she couldn't leave him. He had to help her. Some how.
"Harry! Aury! Get away from her! She could be dangerous!" Hagrid boomed from the distance, coming towards them. Thoughts and emotions raged in circles about the young mage's brain, each demanding his attention. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Silverhoof, she needed his help. A plan suddenly formed within in Harry's mind and he knew without a doubt that it would work. He grabbed Draco's collar and pulled his ear to his mouth.
"Get the students out of here, I'm going to take her to Albus. I have to transform and I can't in front of them. Take them to Hagrid's hut, they all should fit, then come back here." The other Gryffindor knew not to argue, especially when the mage had that slightly crazed, yet very determined look in his eye. Rising to his feet, he waved off the nearing students and professor. Neither was about to go that easily. Many wanted to see the creature up close and why she was causing Harry so much distress. He argued with many, demanding they leave. They refused. Becoming frustrated, he called upon the ponies help. Cloud and Coaldust took up guard positions in front of Harry and the fallen unicorn, snapping at anyone who came too close. The other ponies gathered a line in front of the students and began driving them back towards the gamekeeper's hut. There were many frustrated yells and some even tried to hex the equines. The spells merely bounce off a barrier Draco had placed around them. He could not let them be harmed after all. The students found themselves being shoved by many noses and bodies through the large doorway and into the hut. Even Hagrid was pushed inside. Once all were secure, Draco locked the door and blacked out the windows to prevent anyone from seeing what was about to occur. He returned to Harry's side to find the mage whispering into the unicorn's ear. She gave a faint nod and the fire mage pulled Draco back.
"What's happening?" he asked. The other Gryffindor shook his head as a luminous silver fire engulfed the fallen creature's body. He watched with a distinct sadness in his glowing green orbs.
"When a Barice unicorn is near death, they have the option of dying or trying to become a human. If it works, they will continue to live," The fire intensified and a pain-laden whiny filtered through it, causing Harry to wince, "I hope." Both watched silently as the fire continued to rage stronger, allowing them no view of the beast within. In the back of his mind, Harry could taste the worry and anticipation from his Father and Grandfather. He'd had to fight tooth and nail to keep them from rushing outside when they'd first detected the unicorn's condition. They were waiting for him in the Headmaster's bedroom, along with Seri, Kit and Artemis. In his mind's eye he could picture them: Kit and Artemis speaking quietly by the door; Severus and Seri sitting beside one another, Seri holding the Potions Master's hand; Severus's hand wrapped tightly around the Darkwing feather, almost drawing blood; Albus pacing the length and breadth of his room, the unconscious tugging at his beard betraying his overwhelming worry. He gave his head a shake. Must focus on what was at hand. Without warning the fire suddenly died, leaving behind a scorched ground. The two Gryffindors rushed forward to find a woman lying on her side, unconscious.
"Silverhoof," Harry ran a hand over her head. She was nude, creamy white skin gleaming in the sunlight. From her head flowed a torrent of lush silver hair. The first thing they noticed, however, were the gigantic black wings folded against her back. Standing out prominently from her high forehead was a somewhat familiar, if distorted, symbol. The fire mage brushed the long bangs aside to get a better view and gasped. It was a lightening bolt, an upside down lightening bolt. Quickly, Harry removed his scarlet cloak and placed it over her frail body, snapping the phoenix clasp in place. He nodded to the other Gryffindor and backed away, lifting his arms out. Around him grew a column of red fire, obscuring him from view. 'Aury' shielded his vision until the fire died away and Arrigo remained. The phoenix lowered himself as close to the ground as possible as Draco gathered the woman into his arms and climbed on his back. When he was settled, thin tendrils of fire blazed up and wrapped securely around his waist, preventing him from sliding. Draco's grip tightened as Arrigo suddenly lifted into the air, golden plumage glinting in the sunlight. In the next second, the new Gryffindor found himself inside the Headmaster's bedroom. Albus immediately relieved him of the woman's burdening weight, laying her gently on his massive bed. Draco hopped down and Harry popped back into existence. He joined the other two healers as they probed the still body, checking to see if all was well. The Headmaster's cerulean blue eyes were wide with worry as he held one of the woman's small hands within his own. Eventually, all three healers drew away, and with a sigh of relief.
"She's going to be just fine," Seri assured Albus as she climbed off the massive bed. A small smile showed his thankfulness but he did not release the hand he held.
"When she wakes, she's likely to be confused and disoriented. It will probably take a few days for her to adjust to her new body," Kit continued as she moved to stand beside her cub.
"Will....will she be able to transform back?" Severus asked. Seri sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm afraid that's the question we can't answer, only time will tell." The others' attention was drawn from the sleeping woman as Harry once again perched on the window.
"Where are you going fireling?" The Potion Master asked as Harry pushed open the window. The fire mage glanced back.
"To release the students from Hagrid's hut and to fulfill my promise to Silverhoof." With that said he leapt from the window and a golden phoenix glided through the air a moment later.
"Come on," the golden-haired healer whispered into the Potions Master's ear, "let's leave them alone." With a nod they herded Kit, Artemis and Draco from the room. Albus did not acknowledge their discrete exit. On impulse he stood and transformed, into a Veras cat. The sleek black feline body grew, becoming as large as a tiger. Albus curled himself around the sleeping woman, blue eyes watching her intently. He intended to be there when she woke.
Arrigo first swept towards the distant hut, determined to take care of that first. The ponies were milling around it, most grazing. Cloud and Coaldust watched him intently as he flew overhead and landed lightly before the wooden door. With a sweep of his wing the door unlocked and windows returned to normal. Arrigo took to the air as students surged from the stuffy hut, grumbling loudly. Ron and Hermione searched for any sign of their friends when the red-head suddenly spotted the circling phoenix. He pointed it out to Hermione and she squinted up at it.
"Arrigo," she whispered and her boyfriend nodded.
"That must be why Harry locked us in the hut, he didn't want the others to see him transform." The brown-haired girl frowned.
"Then what about Aury?" she argued. Ron shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but I'm betting we'll find out soon enough."
Silverblaze, with Su Lin, picked his way carefully though the forest. While Draco had been taking care of the students, Silverhoof had made the mage promise to take care of her band for her. Harry had agreed, and to them he was now headed. Su Lin had appeared almost by magic when he'd been about to enter the forest, demanding that she accompany him. Knowing arguing with the stubborn feline would be no good, he'd agreed and she now perched on his long back, silver eyes alert to any danger. The animagus suddenly halted, stretching his nose to the ground.
~What is it?~ The Veras cat asked as she peeked over the side. The unicorn lifted his head with a snap and gave it a shake.
~Blood, Silverhoof's blood.~ The feline was silent, sensing the other's mounting anger. She feared for what ever had harmed the mare, for it was likely to be dissected by this one, piece by piece.
~They can't have gone much farther, let's keep going.~ She gave him a quick nip on the neck to draw his attention back to the present. Silverblaze snorted, but moved on. The blood proved useful as it provided them with a trail to follow. The mage found himself once again in the grove where the mare had introduced him to her family. Lying in five terrible heaps on the ground were the carcasses of the unicorns, the ones that had remained behind. With a grief filled whiny, he nudged each body, wishing there was some way he could bring them back. But they were beyond the measures of his healing talents. Sighing he stood in the middle and did the only thing he could think of, he set them on fire. The foul smell burning flesh seared its way into his sensitive nostrils and he bolted away, needing to escape both the scene and scent. Su Lin remained vigilant in her watch but would occasionally give a lick of encouragement as he moved on through the forest. It was sometime before he found Silverhoof's band, gathered together at a strong flowing stream. They were a sad sight. Many nursed minor cuts, others had lost patches of hair, and one tiny filly limped in particular. The mage approached her first and ordered her to remain still while he touched his nose to the gaping wound on her hip. Chocolate brown eyes widened as a strange golden light surrounded the hole before sealing it over. When the light disappeared, the wound and pain were gone. Her excited squeal attracted the attention of the elders and Silverblaze immediately found himself surrounded.
~Please calm down, I come with a message from Silverhoof.~ Razorwing, Silverhoof's half sister, tossed her head.
~You've seen her, is she all right? What about the others?~ Similar questions bombarded him from all sides before he let out a blasting command for them to be silent.
~Yes, I have seen her and she is fine. The others....are dead, I'm sorry.~ The group fell silent before Razorwing suddenly lifted her head and let out a low keening sound the mage had never heard before. The others joined her as one by one, even the tiniest foal, joined in the mourning ceremony. Unable to help himself, Harry too keened his grief, having lost friends that he'd only recently made. It lasted only for a moment before it died away. Razorwing ruffled her feathers and once more turned to the young stallion.
~When is my sister coming back?~ she demanded to know. The mage shifted nervously.
~I don't know if she can, she made the crossover.~ No other words were needed for all knew what he meant. Razor's light blue eyes widened.
~How do you know!?! Is she all right?~ Silverblaze whickered reassuringly.
~The healers said she would be fine. She made me promise to find you all and lead you to Windchaser.~ Windchaser, a strong band stallion, was the band mare's brother. The mare had explained that the two had made a pact long ago, that if anything were to happen to one of them, the other would take in their band. Razorwing nodded.
~Very well, Silverblaze, take us to him.~ The animagus was pleased, they hadn't resisted. The band formed behind him as he began making his way through the forest. Most of the day they trekked, ignoring the fatigue that held fast to all of their limbs. To relieve Harry of further burden, Su Lin had left his back and now marched beside him. It was near sunset when they located the other band. As they approached its outer edge, the unicorns parted to allow a stallion through. The mage, though having never met him before, had no doubt this was Windchaser. He stood at an intimidating eighteen hands high, the sharpest of silver horns, and black mane and tail with the ends dipped in silver. As they drew closer he pranced before them, shaking his wings to ward them off. It was a show of strength, but with his appearance, it was hardly necessary. Silverblaze let out the whistle of submission. The stallion halted and allowed them to approach. When they stood before him, the mage bowed. Windchaser snorted impatiently.
~Who are you?~ he demanded, stomping one foot. Silverblaze bowed again as it was custom.
~Windchaser, we are from your honored sister's, Silverhoof, band. We come here to seek refuge.~ The stallion's demeanor changed at once from intimidation to one of concern. He touched the younger stallion's nose.
~Is my sister all right?~ Razorwing whickered in response.
~She, Shadowdancer, Sharphoof, Alreane, Didera, Pelmina stayed behind. She's the only one that survived.~ Windchaser's dark green eyes showed his confusion.
~Then where is she?~
~She was badly injured, the school's healers are taking care of her,~ Silverblaze informed him.
~Serenity and Kitiara?~ he asked. The mage's head popped up in surprise.
~Yes, you know them?~ The band stallion snorted and tossed his head.
~I should, they are my foals. Now you may go, I will take care of them.~ Reassured that the band stallion would fulfill his promise, the mage bowed once more and cantered back towards home.
It was dark before Harry arrived, beyond exhausted, back home. He trudged up the many staircases, ignoring the greetings from the many paintings, barely having the presence of mind to hide when McGonagall swept down the hall, and expended just enough energy to send Peeves the Poltergeist away cursing. When he finally arrived in the Headmaster's rooms, it was to find Albus curled up in one of his overstuffed chairs, asleep. Severus, having taken the Headmaster's place beside the bed, was reading a book by floating candlelight. Harry walked over to him and crawled into his lap. Severus accepted him and arranged him so both of them could be comfortable, tucking the boy's head under his chin.
"You finish what you needed to do?" the Potions Master asked. Harry nodded sleepily and yawned. Severus smiled and kissed the top of head. "Then get some sleep, little one, I'll be here if you need me." Needing no other encouragement, the fire mage shifted a bit and fell quickly under Sleep's spell.
Announcements of the Halloween dance had gone up that day, but that was not what caused such excitement down in the dungeon quarters. It was, in fact, a newspaper article written by Rita Skeeter.
Draco, to everyone's eternal surprise, came skipping happily into the room, displaying the fact that he was very much a fifteen year old. In his hand was clutched the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. By the wide grin that creased his face, the others surmised, there must be something important about this.
"He's not the minister anymore! I can't believe it! He actually stepped down." He crowed happily, tossing the paper into Harry's lap. The fire mage picked it up and began to examine the column while Severus read over his shoulder. The picture alone was enough to cause a stir. It was of Lucius Malfoy shaking hand with Arthur Weasley, who, by the statement of the article, was the new Minister of Magic.
"Minister only for a short period, the damaged image of Lucius Arcadius Malfoy has forced him to withdraw as the leader of the magical community and pass that privilege on to the devoted Arthur Weasley. Mr. Malfoy, who was unavailable for comment, had prior to his brief position as Minister been a school governor before being dismissed for allegedly threatening to curse the families of the other governors if the did not sign a document to have the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, the eccentric Albus Dumbledore, removed from his position three years ago. Malfoy ascended to the position of Minister after the death of former Minister and Death Eater, Cornelius Fudge.
Several nights ago, an unknown party, apparently not affiliated with You-Know-Who, broke into Mr. Malfoy's mansion and made several demands, raiding his home and leaving it in a general mess. Things taken were not named, and a report was not filed. This reporter only discovered this through her own investigation and ingenuity. Also discovered were several incriminating documents, reporting that Lucius Malfoy had apparently abused his son, Draco Malfoy, who disappeared after Mr. Malfoy had visited Hogwarts for a Quidditch match that Slytherin lost.
Word on the boy has turned up negative but searches are still going on. It is feared, however, that he met with foul play at his father's hand, who has not been charged formally as yet, but is under investigation. With reputation called into question, Mr. Malfoy was forced to step down from minister and is expected to withdraw from political life all together. This reporter hopes this is true and that he confesses to the killing of his innocent son.
"I told you that old bat was useful," the Gryffindor continued to read, " 'Innocent son?' " Harry repeated incredulously. "When has Draco ever been innocent?" The Slytherin hit his friend in the back of the head.
"Very funny, haha." Severus took charge of the paper while the two boy's 'fought' and read through it again.
"Her own investigation?" he repeated in disgust. "It's hardly an investigation when all of the information is dropped on your desk by someone else. Draco paused.
"How do you know it was dropped on her desk?" he asked suspiciously. The Potions Master, realizing he'd stuck his foot in his mouth, tried to feign ignorance.
"It was just a guess." The Slytherin, however, was not buying the innocent act and came around to face the man fully.
"It was you that broke into Malfoy Manor, wasn't it?" Severus attempted to maintain the innocent facade, but failed miserably. Reluctantly, he nodded. Draco still wasn't satisfied.
"But the article says a group entered the Manor, who went with you?" At this question, Harry began to whistle, projecting his false innocence. The blonde saw through it at once.
"You too!?" The Gryffindor shrugged.
"Kit and Seri, oh, did I mention Albus?" The Slytherin could only laugh.
"I'm in the presence of the two most devious masterminds in all of Hogwarts," he proclaimed, collapsing into a near by chair. Severus and Harry grinned and answered in unison.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
The trio, along with the healer twins, spent the next several days helping the unicorn- turned-human adjust to her new body. Though, the men could not help with everything, as there were some areas where a woman's touch was required. The twins, of course, rose to the challenge. As Silverhoof would be an awkward human name, the woman had chosen another: Seleyna, Leyna for short. Once she had the basics mastered and with borrowed wardrobe from the twins, she began to walk the school with the Headmaster. This would not have been possible had her wings not melted into her body the first night. She could summon them at will but the normally stayed secreted away. The two had come an accustomed sight around the school by the time Halloween arrived.
"Are you ready?" Evelyn Elwood asked as she bounced up beside Harry. When she had awoken in the hospital wing after her incident with the Cruciatus curse in Transfiguration (since she'd been unconscious when the Memory charm had been cast, it had not effected her, but since she had not witnessed what had transpired, it was not needed), she had promised herself she would get to know the famous "Boy-Who-Lived". No, not become one of his numerous fans, such as Colin Creevy, but really know him, as a friend. He had resisted her presence at first, but when he realized she was not another Colin, accepted her company. This particular Ravenclaw was endowed with the undying spirit of a Marauder: pranks were her specialty as well as hobby. She fit in rather well with the five Gryffindors (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Draco). The fire mage lifted an eyebrow and placed a hand atop the red-head to stop at her bounce. At times, he swore she had springs.
"Ready for what, Evie?" he asked patiently. The Ravenclaw rolled her pale gold eyes and placed her hands on her hips. Really, sometimes her friend could be so thick.
"For the Halloween dance, silly bird, what else?" She didn't know he was an animagi, yet insisted to call him silly bird. He found it utterly amusing. "It's a costume party, have you thought on what you're going to be?" The Gryffindor smacked his forehead, groaning.
"I forgot! You'd think I'd remember considering I was there when they decided to do it. No, I don't know. What about you?" Her rich red hair shimmered as she shook her head.
"Can't decide." Harry smiled, a thought coming to him.
"Well, in that case, would you consider going with me? As my friend and date? Then we can figure out what to go as together." Evelyn's grin was wide and toothy.
"Why, I'd love to. What say we go to the library and see if we can't scare up some fairy tale books." The mage lifted his eyebrow again.
"Do you think that our library actually has any?" The Ravenclaw nodded eagerly, latching onto his arm.
"Of course! I know exactly where they are. You don't seriously think that Ravenclaws spend all of their time reading nothing but textbooks and boring books like that?" She was speaking in jest, for Harry knew she was one of the smartest in her house. But her interests also lay in other areas, fiction books for example. The girl hoped to one day become a writer. (A/N: No, that is not me, sounds a bit like me, but's it's not. I don't look like that.) Harry rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be dragged along.
"What have I gotten myself into?" he muttered as he trotted to keep up with her.
"Well, did you ask her?" Harry demanded as Severus came into the living room of their dungeon quarters. Draco had gone to Hogsmeade with the rest of the school and the fire mage had decided to remain behind to enjoy the peace and quiet. The Potions Master shook his head and threw himself in the nearest chair. Harry let out a frustrated sigh.
"Severus, you have had two weeks, in which a multitude of opportunities have presented themselves, and yet you have failed to ask." Yes, he was lecturing his father, and rightly so. For the past two weeks, the man had been trying to drum up the courage to ask Seri to the Halloween dance. So far, he hadn't. Albus, he and Kit had been subtly hinting to him that he should, and when he had not gotten the message after the first week, Harry had come right out and said it. Severus should take Seri to the dance. He'd come close, so close, but backed out at the last moment. The fire mage had seen the disappointed expression on the healer's face each time the Potions Master had done so. If he didn't ask her soon, Harry feared he would have to lock them in a room together until he did.
"But what if she already has a date?" Severus wondered, and not for the first time. It was one of his meager defenses that he put up each time he chickened out of asking Seri. Harry rolled his eyes and blew away his bangs in frustration. At times, he wished to hit Severus over the head with a very large, heavy stick. Perhaps it would then knock some sort of sense into him.
"Father, I have checked with Kit time and time again. No one has asked the healer besides Remus and she declined. Now, will you at least try? The worse she could say is no." Severus grimaced and put a hand over his eyes, trying to rub the weariness from them.
"That would most definitely be the worst. If she said yes, what would we go as?" he demanded. 'Ah,' Harry thought, 'At least he's giving it a chance now.'
"Actually, I have an idea." He told the other what it was. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"That's not a bad idea, she would look beautiful as that," His uncertainty returned, "Do you really think she would say yes?" Harry rolled his eyes once more.
"Severus, I'd lay my entire fortune that if you asked her to marry you she'd say yes. So I'm sure a date would be no different," He pointed to the door. "Now go, or I'm going to do it for you." Severus drew himself up haughtily.
"There's no need to do that. I'm going." Standing, he walked stiffly out the portrait-hole. Harry smirked and returned to reading. Maybe now, he would do so.
"Hey, Harry." The afore mentioned Gryffindor looked away from the fire to see Fred and George standing nervously by his chair.
"Is there something I can help you with?" The two nodded in unison and took places across from him.
"It's sort of a secret," Fred began. The dark-haired Gryffindor nodded and waved his hand once.
"You may speak freely, they can't hear us," he nodded in the direction of the rest of the common room. The red-haired twins sighed in relief and began their tale.
"Well, we need your help and permission to do our costumes for the Halloween dance," George said. This confused the mage. He could understand them maybe needing his help, but his permission?
"I don't think I understand." Fred explained what they had in mind. Harry's eyebrows climbed to his hairline.
"Are you two serious?" They nodded.
"As are Lee and Angelina," George added. The fire mage sat back in the red chair and rubbed his chin. If they did what they had asked, they would need his help. If they pulled it off, it would be a dance to remember. Some of the students might not appreciate what they would do, but the majority were likely to enjoy it.
"It's fine with me, and I'd be glad to help," Wide grins spread over the twins identical faces, "but let me check with my father and grandfather. I have a feeling, however, they will agree as well. See me again at dinner." Fred and George nodded, rising to their feet and practically skipping up the stairs in glee. With their departure, the cone of silence was broken and the other Gryffindors could now hear Harry's amused chuckle.
Oh what those two thought of. But Harry had to give them an A for originality. It was very possible, more that possible that they would be the only ones dressed in such a manner. A quick check with his family confirmed his belief that they would agree. He chuckled, oh yes, amusing indeed.
Harry walked arm in arm with Evelyn, who, he had to admit, looked quite beautiful. After they could not decide on one of the many pairs from the wizarding and muggle fairy tales, they had settled on one original idea. Evelyn and he were going as Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. Quite appropriate, no? He wore medieval scarlet and gold garments, their richness speaking of his station (Godric Gryffindor's) in life. Hanging at his side was his staff, secure in his belt. Evelyn's costume was simple, yet elegant. Adorned on her body was a royal blue gown with bronze trim. Her hair was in a plait, with bronze cord woven into it. All in all, they made a lovely sight. As they stepped into the Great Hall, he gave his scarlet cloak a dramatic twirl and gave a sweeping bow to the girl beside him.
"Shall we go, my Lady Ravenclaw?" he asked in his best courtly manner. Her smile was gay and merry, her eyes twinkling brightly as she daintily placed her hand in his.
"I'd be delighted, my Lord Gryffindor." Together they walked onto the dance floor, attracting a great deal of attention from others.
The Great Hall had surpassed everyone's expectations. Cobwebs were stretched over corners and furniture, which had been enchanted to appear very ancient. The twelve great pumpkins from Hagrid's patch, which twice as tall as the average person, had a tendency to move from time to time. The four house tables had been removed to allow room to dance and several small round tables, had been placed around the Hall's outer-edge. The tables themselves had either black or orange table clothes, with the opposite color in patterns such as witches on broomsticks, bats, ghosts and pumpkins that would begin to dance around the cloth when the table was sat at. The high table was left for refresments, only moved to the side to make way for a large band. It consisted of mostly wizards, but there were one or two witches, playing instruments the Gyrffindor had never seen or heard of before. They dressed much like Bill Weasley had when Harry had first met him the year before, as one from a rock concert. Black robes torn in stragetic places with tight leather jeans ripped at the knee, chains hanging from belt loops, and hair much like Sirius's had been when he'd escaped Azkaban. Quite a different appearance they made. Above then in a green banner read "The King of Serpents" as their name. They might change that if they'd actually met the king of serpents, the mage thought.
The band behind them began a new song and Harry once more bowed to her as she curtsied to him. As they glided along the hall the fire mage had to admit, he was enjoying himself much more that he had at the Yule ball of the previous year. Just as the song ended and the couples clapped, silence fell over the hall. Harry and Evie turned to see what would cause such a reaction and immediately smiled. Stepping into the hall in the dress of a Greek nobleman ( A/N: Not a toga, that was Roman, besides, even I'm not that mean. Can you imagine what would happen to his reputation?), was Severus. He held out his hand and beside him appeared one of the most stunning creatures alive. Harry's smile grew wider as they took the steps together and made their way onto the dance floor.
"Wow," Evelyn breathed. The fire mage nudged her in the side.
"Perfect together, are they not?"
"Perfect," she repeated. The Gryffindor could forgive her speechlessness. He would have been so too had he not known what they would be coming as. Seri, in an ancient, Greek style dress, was Helen of Troy. Her golden locks had been curled and piled on top of her head and a thin circlet of gold placed around it. From her neck hung her hung the light sapphire stone, cut in a crescent moon shape. He'd only seen her wear it once before, to a friend's wedding. The overall effect was, overwhelming. Severus, as her male consort, was dressed in a simple knee length, light blue, silk tunic that was trimmed in silver. His breeches were dyed black leather and around his waist was a silver chain-link belt from which his staff hung. His hair had been washed and re- washed till it gleamed with cleanliness. It now fell to just past his shoulders and the ends curled inwards. Separate, they would have been nice. Together, they were sensational.
They halted before Harry and the Ravenclaw and smiled nervously.
"Well, what do you think?" Severus asked with an anxious expression. The fire mage laid a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
"You both look wonderful," he promised, and meant it with all his heart. It was strange; when he normally saw them apart, it was like they were missing a part of themselves. He knew that had been true of Severus before he and Albus had stepped into his life. But even with them, the Potions Master still did not appear to be whole. Now, he was complete, as was she. He only hoped they realized that.
"Oh, sister, you're putting me to shame," the amused voice of Kit drifted over the silent crowd. Students parted to allow the woman and her date, Artemis, to approach. They had come as Antony and Cleopatra. Hair died black and heavy Egyptian style make-up added together to give the healer an exotic look. Artemis did not look at all uncomfortable in the metal Roman armor, his helmet tucked under one of his arms. Kit's expression was one of mock exasperation, but the happiness dancing in the midnight blue eyes.
"But I must agree," she continued, "you two look wonderful."
"Yes, we agree as well." Parting the sea of students was the Headmaster and his date for the evening, Seleyna. Not that that had surprised Harry in the least, the two had been joined at the hip ever since she had awoken. They were a lovely pair as well. For the evening, Albus had done away with his auburn streaks to play his role more effectively. In great, sweeping robes lined in silver dragons that spit fire and patterned silver stars over the main body, he represented the great Merlin himself. Pulled it off rather well actually. At his side was the Lady, as Seleyna had been named for the role. Her dress was Slytherin green, silver hair flowing to well past her knees. Around her head was a thin circlet, similar to Seri's, only pewter and in the design of a Celtic knot. The fit rather well together, he had to admit.
"Oh, Severus," Seleyna held out her arms and drew the Potions Master into a hug. "You look wonderful, and I expect you to look the same at your wedding, is that understood?" Severus's face reddened as the others laughed.
"Mother, really," he said imploringly. Once human, he had given the woman the deserving title. It was not as though she had not earned it.
"I think we should get this dance to moving again, before the students take matters into their own hands." Albus nodded to the bandleader and the group roared once more to life. Taking Evelyn's hand in his own, he swept her away from the others in a face-paced waltz. Kit, Artemis, Albus and Seleyna did the same to their respected partners, leaving Severus and Seri alone. With a nervous smile twitching on his lips, the Potions Master held out his hand.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" Seri's smile was wide and genuine.
"None but you could, dearheart." Together, they joined the waltzing couples as they worked their way around the dance hall.
'Sweet Merlin, she's gorgeous, beyond so,' Severus thought as he found himself caught in the forest green eyes, unable to look away. 'Might Harry be right? I had never seen her so happy as when I had asked her to this dance, not since we were in school and I had asked her to be my girlfriend.' Painful memories returned with that thought and he pushed them away, unwilling to allow them to soil his pure happiness to have her near him. 'Could my fire child be right and she would say yes to marrying me? It is not as though the thought has never crossed my mind. Nay, it has plagued my thoughts since school began, even before. With them living in Hogsmeade, it was different. A casual greeting now and again, but nothing so intimate as now. Oh God, am I in love?'
'He's thinking of us, I know it,' Seri thought as they glided. 'He's so handsome, charming, intelligent....I could go on forever. When he holds me, my feet don't seem to touch the ground and it is though we are dancing among the stars in the heavens. Never again will I let him go, never. With Harry at our side, Albus to guide us and Kit to keep the pace, we are one, the Star of Hope. Oh Merlin, am I in love?'
Several songs later found the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw sharing a table with Romeo and Juliet a.k.a. Ron and Hermione. Both were beaming from ear to ear, and at times, one could get a response from them, when they were not busy staring into one another's eyes. Star-crossed lovers indeed. Harry and Evelyn used any excuse to tease the young couple and would have continued to do so, had not the Gryffindor Quidditch captain interrupted them.
"Harry," the fire mage looked up to see Cinderella....er...Katie Bell standing at his shoulder with her hands on her hips, looking quite perturbed.
"What is it, Katie?" He asked, having an idea why she had come. The girl gathered her voluminous skirts and eased into the chair Draco had vacated only minutes before. Sirius (under disguise), Remus and Draco had come together as three bachelors, The Three Musketeers.
"Have you seen George? I can't find him anywhere. He left me at our table and said he'd be back soon. That was fifteen minutes ago." Harry pulled his silver pocket watch out and checked the time.
"Fifteen minutes did you say? Hmm, they should be starting soon. They're probably waiting for the band to take its break. Come on," He stood, pulling both the seventh year and his date to their feet, "let's get good seats."
"Good seats for what? Harold Jamieson Potter-Snape-Dumbledore! I want an explanation right this instant!" Evie growled, but did not resist as the mage drew her along. A secretive smile crept over the boyish face.
"Now, if I gave you one, where would be the fun in being surprised?" He patted her arm in fake reassurance. "No need to worry, Lady Ravenclaw, this will be spectacular. The best stunt those two have pulled yet. I guarantee that." He paused, surveyed the surroundings and nodded. Obviously the area met his approval. He lined the girls in front of him and whispered in each ear.
"Just keep your eye on the center of the hall. That's where it will all begin." Tense minutes followed as the couples on the dance floor thinned out and finally left all together. As the students bustled towards to various circular tables, two conspicuous people ran into one another. One was wearing a black cloak, and his hood fell back from the impact. The other yelped.
"It's the Dark Lord!" the squeaky female voice cried. Several students screamed and scrambled for exits, only to discover them all securely locked. Given nowhere to run, they pressed against the cold flagstone, putting as much distance between them and Tom Riddle as possible. The one who had cried the man's name had joined the crowd on the wall, blending and disappearing within it. Voldemort was left alone in the center of the room. Even the Death Eaters' children were staring at the man in obvious fear. A slow smile spread across the thin lips.
"Will no one challenge me to a duel? Or are you all too afraid of the big bad snake?" he mocked. A new voice, strong and clear, rang through the stillness.
"I will, Tom." The crowd parted and through it stepped Harry, in his Gryffindor costume. Evelyn and Katie turned to find their friend standing behind them with a large grin plastered on his face.
"But...." Evie began but Harry cut her off by clamping a hand over her mouth and turning her head around.
"Just watch." he commanded. The Harry look a like presented himself proudly before the 'Dark Lord', drawing his cane from its sheath.
"I challenge you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, to a duel. Do you accept?" The evil wizard's red eyes gleamed in delight as he drew his wand from inside his sleeve. Such formality, was there any doubt that he would accept the challenge from the upstart whelp?
"Against one, pathetic about to be "Boy-Who-Formally-Lived"? But of course! Sad really," he purred as he circled the stalwart figure, "you're all alone." This statement generated an interesting reaction. Having to remind herself that was not the true Harry and not leap to his aide, Evelyn listened. She was not disappointed.
"But, Tom, he is not alone and never will be." Weaving through the crowd to the open area, was the Potions Master. Not casting a glance in the startled Dark Lord's direction as he passed, he took his place beside his son. Evelyn searched through the gathered spectators and easily spotted the real Severus Snape-Dumbledore half hidden by students and staff.
"What is this? Some sort of play?" she wondered under her breath. It was the only logical conclusion. As the real Harry and Severus were not in the arena and the fire mage did not seemed at all concerned, it could not be real. The mage squeezed her elbow once in confirmation. She breathed a sigh of relief and settled back; perhaps this was going to be entertaining. The Dark Lord had recovered from his surprise by this time and was no grinning like the maniac he was.
"Hmmm....Kill two birds with one stone! It doesn't get much better than that." A new voice rose to that challenge.
"Oh but, Tom, it can." A replica of the Headmaster parted the sea of students and staff too join his family at the center of the cavernous hall. It was now three on one, not promising odds for the Dark Lord. Soon to be former Dark Lord the red-haired Ravenclaw had a feeling. This fact, however, didn't seem to faze him.
"Very well," he said brusquely, "Let's duel!" And it began. At the first spell from Voldemort, the Hogwarts's Three scattered: Severus to the right, the Headmaster to the left and Harry threw himself to the floor. The spell flew over him and towards the students. They tried to move away, but were not fast enough. The spell never reached them, however. Instead, it encountered an invisible shell that absorbed it. It was a mad dance around the hall, which had become a vast arena for this epic battle. In, out, here, there, they were everywhere! They used any means to hid themselves, even if only temporarily, before darting out into the open. Curses, hexes and jinxes flew in every direction without reservation by those who cast them. To the Ravenclaw's trained eye, the trio was not used to fighting together. Simulated Unforgivables were used by the 'Dark Lord' frequently, always fended off by the ever-moving trio.
A 'Cruciatus' Curse caught 'Harry' in the chest, sending him flying into the crowd. Evelyn winced.
"Whoever that was, they're going to feeling that in the morning, eh, Harry?" She turned to find her date gone and Katie Bell too absorbed in the battle to care. Her confusion mounted when the replica of the fire mage leapt back into the arena almost immediately, battling harder than ever. At least, it seemed that way at first. She had witnessed many of Harry's practices before and had come to know his technique as well as her own. After only a few moves, she was positive that was the real Harry. She had once remarked that he moved with the lightness of a phoenix yet with all the strength and grace of a unicorn. He'd given her an odd look after that and why she didn't know. It had only seemed natural to describe in such a way.
"Evie," Ron whispered as he and Hermione drew beside the Ravenclaw, "Do you know what's going on?" The red-haired girl turned slightly, keeping one eye on the battle.
"It's a play. That's the real Harry out there, but it wasn't a minute ago. I think he switched place with the fake Harry when the other got thrown into the crowd." Hermione sighed.
"That's good, though I think everyone's figured that out by now, especially with the teachers acting as if nothing is amiss." The Ravenclaw surveyed the other girl and raised a sardonic eyebrow.
"Do you consider McGonagall looking as though she wants to bite someone's head off, 'acting as if nothing is amiss'?" Indeed, the woman appeared so. A clearly disgruntled expression had settled over her face and the look within her eyes simply dared anyone to approach her. The others, appeared in various ways, normal, yet all possessed the general air of disapproval. The only ones that did not appear so were Artemis and Remus, both of whom were watching with interest. Evelyn shook herself from her inspections just into time to view the Potions Master's flight through the air and into the wall. He was back in the next instant. A quick glance revealed the Head of Slytherin to be absent from his previous position. She could only assume that was the true Severus Snape-Dumbledore. The process was repeated with the Headmaster a moment later. Why were they switching places, she wondered. Could there be something in the grand finale that only they could do? Her excitement stepped up a notch as she watched them work. In perfect harmony did they move, actions balanced and precise, pure poetry in motion. Only they could achieve such a balance, she was certain. The Dark Lord stood no chance.
"Flamus Bindus!" Harry shouted, cane pointed at Voldemort.
"Glacius Bindus!" Severus cried, cane leveled on his nemesis.
"Ibaran Bindus!" The Headmaster's spell completed the Trinity and Voldemort was helpless. He writhed and screamed in outrage, struggling fruitlessly again his bonds. Only one last spell was needed.
"Avis Nekcihc!" The Dark Lord gave a faint 'pop!'- and was now....dressed in a chicken suit. A bright yellow, fluffy with fake beak and all, chicken suit. Laughter, loud and long, broke out over the hall as students struggled not to collapse. Many clutched their sides and one another to remain upright and off the floor. Voldemort was livid.
"I'll get you, Hogwarts's Three! I'll get you! I'll...." Harry conjured a yellow sock and stuck it in the Dark Lord's mouth.
"Stuff it, Tom, we've heard enough out of you." The lights in the hall dimmed for a second before coming back up. The three bowed to the crowd's mad clapping and removed 'Voldemort's' restraints to allow him to bow as well. The fire mage tapped his throat, muttering "Sonorous."
"And that was "Voldemort's Amusing Defeat" by Fred and George, the infamous Weasley twins!" The crowd broke out in cheers again and the mage held up his hand for quiet.
"And to introduce the cast members: Fred Weasley as Lord Voldemort!" The now red- haired teenager in a chicken suit bowed again. "George Weasley as Harry Potter!" The mage's doppleganger burst forth with a grin on his face, bowing repeatedly. "Lee Jordan as Professor Snape and Angelina Johnson as our esteemed Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore!" The pair walked arm in arm to the center of the room and accepted the praises with a identical grins and red cheeks. Before the hall's eyes, the replicas of the Hogwarts's Three dissolved into their natural forms. Evie could only guess that Polyjuice had been used.
"Thank you everyone and enjoy the remainder of the dance!" With a muttered "Quietus" the trio made their way to their own table in the back, where they were joined by the Gryffindor pair, the Three Musketeers, Antony and Cleopatra, Helen of Troy and Lady Ravenclaw.
"Very realistic, you had me fooled their for a moment," Sirius commented as he took his seat. The three wore identical grins.
"Turned out pretty good, eh?" Harry asked with a smirk. Evie rolled her eyes and poked him in the side.
"I believe that's what the man said," A smile crept on to her full lips, "But I have to admit, you'll kicked serious ass. Pardon my language, Professors," she added. Severus chuckled.
"That we did, that we did." The evening preceded with no further surprises by the trio. Around eleven-thirty, Seri's yawns, which had progressively become worse, now overpowered her and her eyelids drooped. Severus gently pulled her up from her chair and began to lead her back to her room. No words were spoken as they drifted farther away from the noise of the Great Hall until it was nothing but a faint after note. They stopped before the entrance to the healer's room, both shifting nervously on their feet.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Severus," Seri finally blurted out. The Potions Master's smile was genuine.
"And I as well, dearheart. I could think of no one else I would have wished to have taken." Forest green eyes sparkled mischievously.
"No one?" She asked innocently. Severus smirked, playing along.
"Well, there was your sister but she was already spoken for so..."
"Severus!" she cried in mock anger, giving his arm a gentle slap. His grin returned.
"Goodnight, dearheart."
"Goodnight, loveling." Without a notion as to what was happening, both leaned in for a kiss. As Severus's lips captured Seri's, the thought of how she could had lived without him all these years, flashed through her muddled mind. The kiss was sensual and tender, almost a loving caress. But there was passion behind it, passion that yearned desperately to be released. She could sense it like a jolt of electricity, inflaming her senses. As he drew away she wanted desperately to pull him back but was too stunned and out of breath by the sheer force of emotions behind that kiss to do so. Her green eyes were wide and glazed as he stepped back and smiled.
"I'll be in the Great Hall if you need me," he promised and began to walk away. She remained her in place, hand over her lips, until he disappeared around a corner. Her thoughts racing, she did not hear the approach of her sister.
"Well?" Kit demanded impatiently of her out of sorts sibling. Seri leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
"I'm in love." Such a simple statement, spoken easily by some, or an oath that binds one's soul forever to others. Kit could only smile.
"I'm so happy for you, really I am." As they talked, neither were aware of two approaching figures, until they were upon them. Seri started when her sister was grabbed around the throat and a rag pressed to her face and was not given the opportunity to act before she too was assaulted. Trying to escape the white cloth against her mouth and nose, her world began to spin. It was chloroform, she realized to late as her surroundings winked out of existence.
Harry shivered as a sudden blast of cold wind tore through him.
"What is it?" Evie asked as he rubbed his arms. The mage shook his head.
"I'm not sure, it just got very cold." A sudden stab of dread flooded his mind and he searched desperately through the hall for his family. Spotting them by the head table, Harry latched on to Evelyn's arm and dragged her towards them.
"Severus! Albus!" he shouted. The duo turned and hardly got out a startled "Harry?" before a sudden flash of lightening blinded the hall and the following thunder jarred teeth and deafened ears. When it had cleared and quieted, the hall was graced with the presence of a forbidding witch and wizard. The male towered at an imposing height of over six feet. His hair was a greasy black and a familiar crooked nose. IT this was not enough to give him an intimidating presence, there were the eyes. At first glance, one would think there was only a pupil and that the iris was white. A second glance revealed the ice blue shade, so light, it appeared white. His eyes were hard, unforgiving gems as they glared down upon the gathered crowd. Beside him was the female. Compared to her male counter-part, she was rather diminutive, in height but certainly not presence. Her hair was the color of dried blood and hung to her waist. The nose was tiny and squashed. Staring with a disdainful air at the students and staff were all too familiar cold black eyes. The pair they had grown used to had long since lost its frigid edge and gained a warm friendly twinkle. Both wore identical smirks.
"No, it can't be, no," Severus breathed. Albus and Harry grabbed his hands, each giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"What is it?" The female Ravenclaw whispered into Harry's ear.
"Salazar and Jasmine, Severus's parents," he hissed, glaring at the pair fiercely. His staff glowed faintly at his side and he fingered it, ready to put it to use at a moments notice.
"Severus Snape," The man's bass voice shattered the silence. The crowd drew away from five, leaving them in a circle alone.
"Salazar?" The question ringed with uncertainty. The named wizard's smirk widened and he clapped softly.
"Very good, my son, your intelligence seems to have improved since I saw you last. I'm sure you remember your mother," he laid a hand on the woman's shoulder. The Potions Master's face contorted with a sudden bitter anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he spat venomously. The two seemed unfazed by his coarse words and anger. Indeed, they smiled with a grim delight.
"Why should we need a reason? But, if you must know, we were on and errand for Voldemort," The majority of the hall flinched but those in the circle remained steadfast, "and thought we'd pop around for a chat. It has been a long time, almost, nineteen years? Goodness, Salazar, we have been away too long," Her eyes glinted with a dangerous light, "While we were away, our son betrayed his true master."
"Voldemort is not my master!" Severus shouted wildly. The woman continued as though he had not spoken.
"He even betrayed his family," She shook her head in mock sadness, "We raised you better than that, Severus! We have come to take you home." Silence fell over the hall as the words of the woman sunk in. The Potions Master trembled from the icy fury that coursed through his veins. Memory after horrible memory of all they had done to him flooded to the surface, demanding his attention. His time as a Death Eater came next, and their dislike of him, even then. No, not his parents. They never were or would be.
"How dare you," he whispered, voice choked with incomprehensible fury, "How dare you even say you are my family, because you are not. You never were, and never will be. You hated me as a child, teenager and adult! Everything I ever did then was to please you, in the hopes that I might gain your acceptance and perhaps your love. It was all a lie you never loved me. How dare you claim me!" He pulled his father and son close, "This is my family. Albus is my father and Harry is my son." Seleyna stepped forward and laid a hand on the Potions Master's shoulder.
"And I am his mother," she declared boldly. Jasmine's face twisted into a grotesque expression before settling back into a sweet smile.
"If that's the way you feel, then so be it. Come, Salazar, I believe it is time to take our leave of them." The pair turned their backs on the hall and the tension level dropped. As they reached the doors, Salazar snapped his fingers.
"I almost forgot to tell you about that errand we ran for the Dark Lord." From his pocket he drew a crescent moon-shaped necklace. It winked and glittered as it dangled from the silver chain. It was easily recognizable as Seri's.
"No," The Potions Master whispered. Salazar smiled nastily.
"Oh yes, it seems the Dark Lord wished to take on new consorts." Severus's eyes widened in horror, as did Harry's, Albus's and Artemis's. That phrase was all to clear. "Yes, Serenity and Kitiara Winter are to be the brides of the exalted Lord Voldemort." In one fluid motion, he tossed the necklace in the air for Severus to catch. As his hand closed around it, he cried out in pain. In his open palm there was a tiny prick of blood.
"Oh, by the way, since you decided not to come with us, I'm afraid we have to punish you. That poison is keyed to your genetic code," They grinned as Severus fell to his knees, "and, as far as we know, has no cure. Happy late birthday, dear son." With identical sadistic laughs, they linked arms and strolled from the Great Hall. Harry and Albus knelt beside Severus.
"Father?" the fire mage whispered, brushing the hair from the pale face.
"No," Severus whispered, shaking his head. His breathing picked up as his world came crashing down. "NOOOOO!!!!!!"
Consciousness returned to Seri like a gently flowing stream. She was lying on something soft, likely a bed. It was not her own as fur lined the coverlet and tickled her exposed skin. She was grateful for the cover, as chilled by the air. Bringing all of her concentration to bare, she reached out a curious mental thread to her surroundings. Immediately she recognized her sleeping sister beside her, the signature as familiar as her own. With a new confidence she forged onwards, and instantly wished she hadn't. The next presence she encountered could only be described to be the pure personification of evil. Blackness plagued this mind, death, destruction, torture, conquer. Must win, will do anything to win. Destroy enemies. Kill muggles. Burned by a dancing flame while doused with cold water. Control wizarding world. Must....must.....Slammed back into her own mind, her eyes opened with a snap and she sat erect on the bed.
"So, you wake," a near emotionless voice whispered. Breaths coming in strangled gasps, she slowly turned. A form, darker than the shadows that obscured the room's details, moved away from the corner. The healer's anxiety elevate with each silent footfall, knowing instinctively that this was the second presence. She wished desperately to hide, anywhere to escape the approaching.....creature. There was no escape for her, not now; she feared, not ever. He paused, inches from the bed. His face was still hidden by shadows and, for some unknown reason, she wished to keep it so. There was a growing dread in the pit of her stomach as to who this was. She didn't want to be right.
"Serenity." It came out in a reptilian hiss. Unable to control herself, she nodded.
"I'm afraid, sir, that you have the advantage over me." She attempted to restrain the growing dread that was gripping her mind to leak into her tone; she failed miserably. A hollow laugh, one that rattled like dried bones, was the response.
"In more ways than you know. You know my name, you just do not speak it. By the time I am done with you, my dear, and your sister as well, you will know more than just my name." He stepped into the light and Seri's breath caught in her throat. It was Voldemort. A smile snaked across the Dark Lord's thin lips.
"Yes, my dear Serenity, it is I, Lord Voldemort." His gaze traveled hungrily over, as she now realized, scantily covered body. Her Greek dress had been replaced with an almost transparent gown. With a defiant glare, she moved herself to shield her sister from the man's view. Another hollow laugh.
"Oh no, she will not be spared, you both share the same destiny." With anger came bravery and the healer lifted her chin.
"Really?" she spat in his face, "And what would that be, Tom?" As soon as the words had flown from her lips, she regretted them. A spurt of anger flared in those red eyes for an instant before dying away, on to be replaced by the sinister smile. Seri preferred the anger. With Quidditch like reflexes, he grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip and with the other, tore away the shoulder of her gown, exposing the area above her left breast. Her heart beat wild with fright as he trailed a finger over the area above the beating muscle. After a few seconds of consideration, he seemed to come to a decision. With the pointed end of his nail, he cut a 'V' into her flesh. She did not cry out, but she almost bit a hole through her lip. Drawing back to view his work, he nodded as if satisfied and brushed his lips over it. The wound sealed itself and was now a light red scar. Using the sleeve of her torn gown, he wiped away the blood away.
"Your destiny, Serenity, as is your sister's is to bare my heirs." The words were spoken with a contemptuous confidence, one that infuriated the woman's heart. A hot fire spread through her veins, empowering her limbs into action. With a weak cry of disgust, she wrenched away from him, covering her sibling fully with her own body. Her nails racked across his cheek, drawing blood. He jerked away, but did not utter a sound as he cupped his hand over the area.
"We will never be your's, ever." A false hope, even the Dark Lord could see that. With his reptilian smile firmly in place, he wiped his blood across her face.
"Oh, but, my dear, you will be." He moved towards the room's entrance. "You will be." He was gone. It was a moment before the severity of the situation crashed down upon the healer. Choking out a sob, she placed her head in her hands.
"Severus, where are you?"
A/N: *Authoress looks around* I'm going to die, aren't I? *Readers, with Gil-Celeb the Silver Star in the lead, point various sharp objects and brandish torture devices at the evil one. They all nod. She sighs.* I had a feeling I would.
2A/N: I'm sooooooooo soooooooooory this took so long. It was hard to write! Even with all that time I had. I had the end of it done while I was still working on the middle for cripes sake! But, at least it's done, and now I can start the next chapter to "The World Through A New Set of Eyes". I should put up chapter two to it at the same time this one goes up. Don't worry about the twins too much, really. Why are you all looking as though I've grown a second head? I'm not that mean to my OWN characters! By the way, if it seems a little disjointed, please try to ignore it. I tried to make every transaction as smooth as possible but they may not always have worked. Hope you enjoyed!
3A/N: For all of those that are new readers, this is for you. I have posted this story before but FF.Net took it down, saying that I had committed some type of infraction. Well, as I don't know what rule I broke, I took out the Author's notes where I talk to the characters and posted it back up, hoping for the best. So far, so good. This story did have over 1000 reviews and I need your help to get me back up that point. To those of you that are not new to this story, the explanation of why it disappeared can be explained if you read this.
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The Destructive Duo: Thank you very much!
Amidalasky Snape: I'm glad also and thank you.
JKJoling: I'm glad it has your attention, even if parts of are hard to swallow. I've read such fiction before and if it has an interesting story line, I will read it. At least you were nice about the parts that bothered you unlike some people that I know. **glares at Borg**
Borg: "Dumbledore crying, nice Snape, abusive Durley's? What the hell have you been smoking? This is utter crap, please remove this from FFN right away. Also just a couple of comments about your two new characters, the idiot healers. I have read fics where the author has inserted themselves into the story, but come on. If I ever met people as annoying as those two twits, I think I would kill myself on the spot. Your pathetic attempts at humor come off as silly, your dialogue is stilted and unreal. In fact there is nothing I like about this story except that I am comforted by the fact that I will never read anything written by you again."
I know you never got this far and never will but I must say this: Have you ever HEARD the saying "If you can't say something nice don't say anything at all?" What you did was rude and I'm very glad that I got your review AFTER having over a thousand reviews that say they like it. If you don't like something, don't continue to read it. If you haven't noticed around FF.Net, there are certain stories for people that like them. Mine is for Severus Snape fans and ones that I can convert into his fans. If you don't like that, fine, go read something else, but that rude message was uncalled for because I have NEVER done anything to you. Even if I don't like someone's work, I'm not rude about it! I give them gentle suggestions on mistakes and encourage them to keep going. I'm sorry you felt that way. And now, I believe Rose has a few words to saw. Okay, several words to say.
Rose:
I have a few things to say about a recent review Ankha got from some idiot named Borg. First off, I know he probably isn't reading this, but I am writing it anyway!
Now, it is perfectly probable for Dumbledore to cry and Snape to be nice, these are emotions and all humans experience them; if they were actually androids, it would be a different story. And what exactly is so wrong about abusive Dursleys? Have you not read the books or even seen the movies?
Ankha doesn't smoke. *sticks tongue out* **AA: Or drink, or do drugs!**
If you think this is crap, you must not read books very often because this story is one of (if not the) best story of fanfic, or anywhere for that matter. The healers are not idiots, and by the way your review is going, could defiantly beat you in an academic test anyday! Just to let you know, every author has characters in their story based on themselves or their traits, not just on fanfic, but in every fiction novel you will ever read, it is the way that great minds work (but of course you wouldn't know that). I do hope you meet, and are stuck with, someone as annoying and brainless as you in your future. Just so you know, J.K. Rowling based Hermione on her own personality, if you didn't know.
There is no problem with the humor, except that it seems you lack the ability to understand it. And the dialogue is perfectly fine, you are the one that is unreal. And, do not be comforted by the fact that you will never read one of Ankha's works again, because one day in the future you will be looking at the bestseller list and Ankha's name will be at the top and you will think, oh, maybe I should have read that story by her, but you didn't because you are too pig-headed to realized good literature even if it hit you upside your head several times.
In fact, there is nothing I like about this review except for the fact that I will never meet you, see you, or talk to you (if you are capable of intelligent conversation). If ever you review again saying how bad one of her stories are, I will create a character based on you that is so stupid and grotesque that you will give little children nightmares and no one will ever think kindly of your name again.
Another thing, I am curious, why did you take time out to review this story if it is so horrible? If ever I read a story that was as bad as you seem to think this one is, then I would just stop reading it, not waste my time reviewing it. But then again, you seem to lack common sense as well.
ER, thank you Rose. I didn't think it had made her that mad, oh well. J
Well, when you spend a lot of time editing a story and someone calls it crap, your going to get mad!
True.
Lillia: Thanks, dear. I don't know if I'll continue to do From Hell's Fire to Heaven's Comfort, but might I suggest you read Gil-Celeb's ending? It's in the review box along with one of her reviews and the MST plus a sweet little song type fic she did, which, thanks to her, I wrote a story to go along with it. The only problem is, I don't have it with me to type! Oh well. And yes, I had a wonderful Christmas holiday.
Mara: If those parts of the chapter are missing, they're not supposed to be. I'm guessing I need to go back and look over them. I know I have them around her somewhere.
chaser: I updated!
Sheri: Sorry to leave you hanging!
Rickman's Girl: Yes I can tell you like it!
Zatara: I'm glad you're enjoying it, even though its not slash. Though I'm curious, who suggested it to you?
Jenny: I didn't mean to leave it where it ended! Really! I only meant to do that the first time. When I first posted the story, I meant to do that, and I got a lot of reviews because of it! But when FF.Net took the story down, I had to start over and repost everything a week later and that's as far as I got before I had to leave for a two-week vacation. Sorry!
Cerra Snape: I don't think I'll have the time to email you the rest! But if you go to Rose's site, Ankha Sufferers Anonymous, you find it. While it's up here, I don't think they'll take it down again, get all of it.
Ceranja: Yes I ended it there! That's why when I started I got over sixty some odd reviews for it! But know the whole thing is here, hope you enjoy and yes, I am evil, that was determined a long time ago.
Xirleb70: Yes was an evil cliffie, your point?
????: **Blushes** No I'm not JKR, but thank you for asking!
Anneliese: **Sends reader an ice pack** Yes, I'm back, that can't get rid of me that easily.
Rae: No, I'm not revising any chapters except the one of Severus's dream. FF.Net took the whole thing down, saying I had committed some infraction so I had to put the whole thing back up again and only got that far before I had to leave for two weeks.
Amy: Yes, they are very out of character, but isn't sweet! You are not the first person that has called me evil, rest assured.
Wolfsbane: I know there were more chapters than 16, but FF.Net took it down and I could only repost that many at the time. Sorry for the wait!
Butterfly: **Blushes** Thank you!
1) Severus must save Harry from the Dursleys, makes a wonderful beginning to a new relationship and new understanding.
2) Of course he spent the summer with him! Best way for the new relationship to grow.
3) They do grew close! **Wink**
4) He must always get knew abilities! And here, he seems to have an abundance of them.
5) Order of the Phoenix is a must have.
6) Falcons and snakes are cool!
7) The chest was neat.
8) But who in the world is handsome and intelligent? Are you talking about Harry or one of the guys that gave Harry the trunk? I couldn't tell.
Thank you for everything!
Tigers Eye: It's all here now, it's a work in progress and has been so for almost a year.
Mistress Cresacre: Well, of course he says yes! Was there any doubt?
Jedi Knight Hunter: There were more chapters, but when FF.Net took it down I had to start all over again.
Wiccanwitch: You should be able to send it to me now, I couldn't go over my account during the summer. But if it bounces back, try sending it to Rose@hpwizardpost.zzn.com Okay?
Gil-Celeb: Did you get my review!?! It wouldn't let me post it at FF.Net because it kept saying that I had already reviewed that chapter and I was using a different name too. So I just put it up on your site! I hope you got it. I really liked the song too and I using those little scenes in between the lyrics to create a story, which, if it was with me at the present moment, I would be typing it. But never fear, if you want to see the story, then I'll do that this weekend and type away. The MST was soooooooooo funny, I loved it! I'm just desperate to read the next part, as are my friends who are becoming rather like rabid werewolves because they haven't gotten anymore of it. I know you've been working on the GSFI website and I love it! I've already been there and I will send you my bio, hopefully today. Don't hold me to that, but I'll try. Thank you sooooo sooooo soooo much for warning me about Borg's review or my reaction might have been much worse. I was expecting something bad after I had read what you'd said, so thank you again. I think at this very moment that Rose is writing a cookie for your cookie jar and once she is done, she will begin looking over your website to find any mistakes. She's good at it, I promise. The cookie in question, well, I only have one thing to say. It all started with an innocent discussion of the Dark Lord and a chicken suit, that's all I'm saying.
I'm trying to think if there is anything else to say, but I can't think of any. Oh! I'm glad you liked that I changed Sev's dream by taking out the slash, I had a feeling it would be better for the digestion.
One last thing. The real Kit and Rose were NOT happy about Borg's review, if you can't tell from what Rose said above.
Laura: Your not hallucinating, FF.Net took the story down and I had to repost it and only got to the sixteenth chapter.
Fire Tempest: They took it down, that's what! But I'm glad you still like it.
Susie: Yes, I saved all but one chapter that thank goodness was short and I could easily retype it because I had a copy of it.
Shazzy_14: I think I'm one step and several months ahead of you on the adoption thing, because I had already gotten way past that point by the time they deleted it. I'm glad you like it.
Ashley: I hope you didn't die, and actually got to this point.
CoolCheetah: How could I do that to you all? Easy! Just end it there, save it and post it. Very simple, very simple indeed.
Selina: You mean, where was I after they took it down? Well, they banned me for a week from posting so all I could do was sit on my hands and wait. That left Friday to get all of it up before I had to leave for a TWO-WEEK vacation. Needless to say, I didn't get it all up and Rose's computer died so she couldn't do it for me. I think that answers your question. **Grins** I don't mind being yelled at, at times.
Tabbi: I'm glad you like it!
Artemis-41: Thank you, thank you!
ergonykos:: Yes, I will be posting it at Schnoogle for back up, and a couple of other places as well.
emma: Don't worry, I don't think they'll take it down again, I hope.
Becky: Thank you Becky! I never thought about checking out a story by it's reviews, maybe I should try that some time. And I think you got more than just the next chapter, eh?
Jayde Moon: I don't intend to let them keep me down! I won't to finish this thing dangit! I've worked toooooooo long not to finish.
special1: Please don't strangle me!
izean: I have no idea what they were thinking.
FireSenshi: It's good to be back.
Uzume: Actually, before they took the story from FF.Net and I lost all my reviews, I had over 1033, at least, that's what I had the day before it was deleted. But I'm glad you enjoy it.
jammies2000: It's back for your enjoyment!
riandiamaiou: All stories are never easy to begin, but once you get into the pace and start thinking ahead, it's much easier.
liena: The rest of the chapters are here.
Littletiger: I don't intend to let them get me down! And this story is here to stay, I hope. And I have now idea what FF.Net was thinking, all they said is that I committed some infraction.
Arabella Figg: Hey! Haven't heard from you in a while, glad to see you. By the way, where is your new site so I can see it? I want to very much.
Mikee: Don't worry, I'll explain. You see, FF.Net said that I committed an infraction and deleted the story. After my week that I was banned was up, I began reposting but only got to chapter 16 before I had to leave for a two week vacation. I did not decide to re-write it, not now. The only changes you may see are spelling mistakes, few lines added or taken away, sentences rearranged, things of that nature. I haven't finished them and all of these are the old chapters, with not many revisions. I'll do all of that when I have time. The only big change is I took out the slash in chapter 22, Sev's dream.
Cetti Cetti: Don't feel sorry for asking, a lot of people have. FF.Net took it down, that's all I'm saying as I've said it many times in these reviews already and in my author's notes.
The Dark Luna Angel: Here's the new one!
Creamy Mimi: All they told me when they removed is that I committed some infraction but didn't tell me which one.
Nicky: Was there any doubt that I wouldn't resubmit it?
polaris: I'm sorry you nearly had heart failure, I nearly had heart failure when I went to look for the story and couldn't find it anywhere! I'm also pleased that you like my new story and I like your's as well! I'm waiting on pins and needles for the next chapter of Web of Lies. Poor Harry!
Fair Lady Ravenclaw: I intend to go through to the (not so) bitter end of this story!
Lori Dugger: If you couldn't access the chapters, you likely haven't gotten to this one and I don't know what to tell you except, keep trying.
Tereth Dragonstar: Yes it was posted before but got deleted by the people at FF.Net.
Diana Lucille Snape: Thank you! I don't know why they took it down, they just did.
Moonlight: Thank you and yes, it was hard losing all of my reviews. I'm not exactly sure what I did that they didn't like, but oh well.
Elisha: **chuckles** Probably wasn't expecting that many chapters, huh?
Simone of the Zordiak: I don't intend to let them get me down, and if they take it down, I'll put it up again.
YOMUDDA: **hands the reader a tissue** It's okay, really.
Madame Padfoot : You're welcome.
Atheis and Aeris Gainsborough: Haven't seen you two in a while, not since the "Kill the Muggles Again!" song, which I still have, I think. The story got deleted and I had to repost it.
ROUGE-sorceress: I can try and send it to you, but there's no guarantee that I can. But, it will likely be posted in several different places, the whole thing, just so you know.
Miwi: Yes it is a story about Snape and Harry.
anwesha: I didn't trash them, I wasn't given the chance to repost them, I had to leave.
A/N: Phew! **collapses back against her chair** Is that everyone? Well, everyone that I had saved though I know I've read more. If there isn't a note in there for you, I apologize, I did not mean to miss it. Thank you all for reviewing because I am bound and determined to get this story back up to over a thousand reviews! Bye for now!-Ankha