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Author: zimagesto
Title: Harry Potter and the Legacy of Slytherin
Summary: Seventh year at Hogwarts. Contains: the Lord of Darkness, the Dark Lord, a bunch of elves, a lost kingdom and a lot of interesting stuff. Twisted story with a twisted end. Not conventional. Worth reading. R&R
Note: fluff including Severus and Amala will be put between DDDDDDDDs instead of IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIs.
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"You still kiss-… I… Thank you" Monica said slowly. "You still kiss the same."
"Do I?" Severus asked, slowly.
"Yes" she smiled. "For a second there, I thought you were going to just stay there, show me that it's over, but… thank you"
"What if it isn't?" he whispered.
"What!"
He breathed in, before looking up.
"Why me? Why now?" he questioned nobody in particular, before looking back to Monica and opening his mouth. He stood like that for a second before closing it. Then he opened it again and closed it. He then got a determined look on his face before he smiled a bit in an odd way towards Monica. "What if I told you that I still care for you, too?"
"You do?" she frowned. "But what about Amala?… You love us both."
It was not a question, but a statement and Severus knew it. She had understood.
"I do" he replied simply. "I know you understand, but this is all such a horrible timing. I don't want to hurt her. For nothing in the world. I don't know… If you hadn't loved me…"
"We should wait" she answered and permitted herself to smile. "Dating both aunt and niece, are you? Would that be considered morally wrong?"
"I've been wondering about that myself" Severus replied. "It's not the same as dating mother and daughter and the two of you… I never suspected you were related. It's some kind of a twisted joke, don't you think?"
"I guess" she replied, snorting slightly. "Come, sit down."
She dragged him to her chair and made him sit down before sitting on his lap and putting her head on his shoulder.
"Why can't it all be over? I'm growing so tired of all this" Severus muttered. "I wish that all would be well… that the war would end and we could begin a new life, in which I'd be with both you and Amala… To live at the Manor. But it is too much to ask"
"No, no, love" Monica said, putting her forehead against his. "It is only fair we ask of what we wish most. I wish it would be over, too. And maybe it will be over, before we realize it."
Severus let out a short bark of laughter.
"How can we not realize it is over? Tell me, how on Earth could we not? How could everything end in any other way than before, in any other way than a last battle?"
"You never know" she smiled briefly. "Life is something free of what we believe. Things might come out as we believe they would or they could not."
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Sybille urged her horse on when a thought came into her mind, as soft as wind, as powerful as a thunderstorm. She knew where the Dark Lord's quarters were. She could get in them. She would do it. Everybody always thought that the last battle of this war would be one in which Voldemort would attack Hogwarts or the Ministry. What if the Fal'sil attacked him instead?
Oh, gods, that would do well. Imagine, even if he escaped the place, he would be trapped without a hideout. And the Fal'sil had good chasers among them. They would hunt every last Death Eater down.
But for now, she needed to get to her kin, to talk to her brothers and sisters of species, the few of them that were left. The dark elves were a dying race, despite their immortality. Their world was dying and they with it, since other beings had invaded it. But Sybille could save them. It was not for nothing that she had left her kind and went to live with the Fal'sil, becoming soon one of the most important people in the kingdom… No, Sybille had a purpose. She wanted to save her own. By time, yes, she truly fell in love with the place and started considering herself Fal'silian. She decided she would stay there, faithful to that kingdom until the end of her days, no matter what the king would decide about her request.
Unfortunately, the old king had denied the shelter they so needed and she had not dared ask the day elves. There had been a raft between the two species long ago and she did not wish to push her luck.
Maybe Jane Chase, true queen of her kind, would let them take part of her land and make it their own. At first she had doubted the child, but now she'd grown closer to the elf's heart.
Maybe the two would reach an agreement about the attack on Voldemort.
Sybille could laugh at the face the Bastard would make when they attacked.
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Somewhere far, far away, or perhaps not so far as it was in a different world and therefore physical distances did not count, a young woman was staring in something that resembled a Pensive. She was staring in disbelief, in amazement and once again in disbelief.
Kate Samantha Backfield widened her eyes before she started laughing and the heads of pensive, mourning dead people turned towards her. The Veil that she was guarding shivered and she cried:
"DEATH! DEATH! HEY! SEE THIS!"
It was then that it struck her that the Unspeakables on the other side, the ones studying the Veil in the Department of Mysteries would understand something else out of her cry, but she frankly did not care. She was so excited and so amused that she couldn't give a damn. And she started laughing like an idiot.
The dead people watched in disapproval as the Death Guardian rolled on the floor laughing. How dared she laugh in front of their misery at being dead? How dared she always crack jokes at them? They were dead, forever to be kept in this place of sorrow and pain. How dared she laugh at them always! And be so cheery! How dared she laugh in the face of Death!
The dead people were silent as a tall completely black woman appeared in front of the said Death Guardian and watched her amusedly as she looked up.
"Aaaah!" Kate cried. "Whoa, don't do that!"
"Appear right in front of you out of nowhere?" the woman asked humorously.
"No, appear here with your skin all black! Gods, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
The woman shook her head and her skin immediately turned into a tanned one.
"You can't die remember?"
"Yeah, but still!" Kate said. "Take a look here, Death, amuse yourself."
"Oh, yes, the situation is rather interesting" Death said, a grin on her face, even though she didn't even glance in the Pensive-thing. "But I already knew."
"You did?" Kate asked, pouting. "And I who thought I'd show you something interesting…"
"Well, I am all-knowing" Death pointed out. "And besides, it's deadly amusing to see them do that. Voldemort will be very pissed, I believe. And shocked. Same goes with Sybille. Oh, and get ready, you're going on a mission soon, to recover a reluctant ghost who doesn't want to die. Use your very impressive shape, the one I showed you."
"Gotcha" the young woman replied.
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Report for the Department of Mysteries –Veil of Death researchToday, at 8:43 AM, there was laughter behind the Veil of Death, a maniacal laughter. Immediately after, there were two cries of 'Death!', before a 'Hey!' and 'See this!' that sounded quite menacing. The voice crying out was female. After that there was maniacal laughter again.
Agents Timothy Berthoud and Jim Morrison agree on the idea that from time to time the souls behind the veil are taken to hell by evil female spirits, if not Death herself. We believe that most souls loose power in the Otherworld, but the few who are still powerful enough when the evil female spirits come fight their influence as much as they can.
Further study is needed.
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Halloween was quickly approaching and Sania felt tired. Definitely tired. The young queen was getting much better at many things, but she was still a child and she was very tired herself. Hell, who involved in the war wasn't! The old Malfoy Manor had been quickly adapted to become a death trap for any of Voldemort's forces inside, one of Sybille's better ideas.
Speaking of which, Sania hadn't heard of Sybille for a long time. What would happen soon? It was obvious that even though Jane was queen, Sybille was in charge of things, having taken power from the viceroy with the switch of royalty. Viceroy Theodore hadn't been too happy, to say the least, but most people didn't complain. The viceroy was a politician. Sybille was a warrior and a strategist. She left all the internal stuff in charge of Theodore and she went around to arranging everything for the war. It was a good arrangement.
But what would happen now? If something happened to Sybille, would Jane be able to find a replacement for her soon enough? Well, Akanai, Sania's current lover, was a definitely good choice. He was built as a king, even though he was only the ruler of a city. But as far as she had understood, the Fal'silian cities worked somewhat like independent communities, allowed to have their own sets of rules and all that.
But there was one thing that Sania hadn't managed to understand, despite the long time she'd spent in the Fal'silian world: what exactly was the Fal'sil? The kingdom? The people? The world? Hell! They called things differently all the time! Oh, never mind. It wasn't relevant anyway.
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Harry led Luna up to the North Tower, in an old room. It was a well-known room used mostly by couples and if the door was locked, one knew somebody was inside and wouldn't enter. At least, that's what Ron had told him. Harry believed him.
Inside the room there was an old couch, in a very good shape, though and two armchairs. It was a comfortable-looking room and the couple immediately liked it.
"Let's sit down" Harry suggested and Luna smiled and nodded at him. Soon enough, both of them were seated and Harry awkwardly leant over to her and kissed her. She giggled under his lips and he found he didn't mind her giggling at all. She wasn't giggling because he was acting stupid, he knew that much.
"How far did you ever get with a girl?" she asked in an amused way.
"Um… Nowhere further than I got with you" Harry replied.
"Oh. I never had a boyfriend before" Luna replied and smiled at him, reaching a hand out and playing with his black hair. "I guess you're kinda nice, though"
"Um… thanks?"
"No problem"
He leaned forward to kiss her again and felt her hands pulling a bit at his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise and she laughed at his expression as her hands slipped on his bare skin.
"I thought it was time to move just a bit forward, what do you think?"
"I guess" Harry replied, tentatively siding her hands under her blouse.
And feeling very awkward.
His friends would laugh their heads off. He could bet that even Ron had known what to do when he'd first been in that situation. Harry knew nothing! Nothing! He was clueless! Why hadn't he asked Ron! AAAH! Oh, well, not the time to panic, not the time to panic. But just imagine if he'd went out with Amala now, instead of Luna, she'd probably be laughing maniacally at him now. Gods, and if Snape would know! Oh, for the love of God! Don't panic, don't panic… He'd faced Death Eaters and Voldemort. Surely he would be able to figure out what to do so Luna wouldn't laugh at him for being clueless.
Oh, imagine how he'd be in bed… Yes, he knew about the flowers and the bees, but, but…
He was soooooooooooooo clueless.
He tentatively pulled her closer to him and she kissed him. Oh, well. So far, so good. Wait… Luna wouldn't want them to have sex now, would she? Just because he'd brought them there? Because, if she did, he had nothing like condoms.
Did wizards even have condoms?
Okay… he was sliding his hands around her back… Would she mind terribly if he touched her breasts? Okay, how the hell was he supposed to bend his hand to be able to touch them? Oh, oh! Like that. Okay, he was around the area… Should he, shouldn't he…
Luna started laughing and Harry immediately felt himself stiffen.
"You're… you're tickling me!" she laughed and his hand nearly fell. "Don't stop!"
Don't stop? So, she wasn't that disappointed! Okay, hand back… trying to hold her breast. He was holding it… now what? Okay, move your hand slightly… kiss her… it was so damned complicated!
"What?" he asked, confused, realizing Luna was casually taking off his shirt.
"It's damned uncomfortable" she explained and he suddenly winded up topless, blinking in surprise. However, he soon got rid of the surprised when she started kissing his neck. Well, he liked that. Okay, relax, Harry, relax…
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"Hello, Snape"
"Black. What did you want to see me for?"
Sirius entered the room and walked towards his old enemy, feeling nervous, but not wanting to show it on the outside.
"Amala."
"What about her?"
"Where were you the day after she was attacked? She needed help."
"She can take care of herself and I do believe she went to you, didn't she? I cannot possibly be there for her all the time, taking the role as everything in her life. She needs friends and… bigger brothers or whatever. I do believe you agree to that. And besides, she did not search for me, she went to you."
"So that's fine with you?" Sirius questioned, taking a seat in front of Snape. He felt uncomfortable there, in Snape's private quarters. Had Amala and Snape ever… on the couch? He hated the thought immediately.
"Yes, it is. I am, could and do not want to be the only person in her life. It would be in her detriment."
Sirius sighed slightly and shook his head.
"Maybe you are a decent person."
"Thank you, Black. That has to be the most flattering compliment I have ever received."
"I'm sorry" Sirius said with a small smile. "I didn't mean it in a bad way."
"What do my ears hear? The great Sirius black apologizing? God forbid, the apocalypse is drawing nearer."
It wasn't said with loathing, just deep sarcasm and Sirius sighed internally. The man was intentionally being difficult, hiding in his sarcasm yet again.
"Or maybe I simply do not want to see Amala distressed because of a fight between us."
"You believe her too weak. She knows we do not get along."
"Who doesn't?"
"Precisely. She therefore would not be surprised to see us in a duel. Although she would not be too pleased."
"I believe she'd hex us both to hell and back."
"Perhaps you, Black. I am in a good enough shape and have enough skill to be able to face a 17 year-old."
"Whatever" Sirius rolled his eyes, not in the mood to hear that much sarcasm. "Well, don't hurt her. And take good care of her."
Severus opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but closed it back and shook his head.
"She is not made out of glass, Black. Deal with it."
He got up and stretched an arm towards the Gryffindor. Sirius stared at the hand as if not understanding and Snape snorted.
"You are an idiot. Have you never shaken hands before!"
Sirius stared at Severus instead and took his hand, shaking it slowly, as if in a dream. The odd type one where you can't understand anything. Oh, well, that was Slytherin to you.
"Good day, Snape"
"Goodbye, Black"
And with that, Sirius left. No way! Snape had shaken his hand! Apocalypse was approaching!
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Binns floated around Hogwarts, a few magical devices in his hands. He would help the Heir of Slytherin, as he was supposed to and then he would go rest. His family had been supposed to serve the Slytherins and their Heirs, but the ghost was the last of the line. He had no clue why, but no woman had desired to marry him. But he'd been so desirable in the past! What could they possibly not like? Yes, well, he had a passion for history, but that was only because of the family he was in. How would it be possible to serve the Slytherins if you didn't know their past?
He shook his head. Soon all would be over, hopefully by the Heir winning the war! Oh, that would be wonderful! And if he would die… there would be no more hope, since the Dark Lord was the last of Slytherin's line. Just like the old ghost was the last of the Binns. Except for that great-great-great grandchild of one of the Binns squibs, but he didn't count. He was no better than a Muggle, a completely non-magical person.
But now he had to concentrate on his task and put the magical devices that transmitted the images from one place to another, much like Muggle surveillance cameras, in their proper places. He only had the Slytherin common room, the Great Hall, the kitchens and the Headmaster's office left. The 296 other devices had been carefully planted.
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AN: Luna/Harry fluff! Man, did I have fun writing that! Sooooo much fun! Laughed myself off the chair. So, Read&Review and tell me what you thought!
Thanks to: inu-kokoro, Fuyu Taki, tsuetsu, awsome twin and GamingGuy84
Replies:
Fuyu Taki: Voldemort hearing of the Prophecy :cringes: That's bad. Maybe I'll check out your story some time. ;-)
GamingGuy84: lol. If it's not Amala/Severus, it's Evil! Binns. I do tend to do evil little things, don't I? To answer your question as to why Dumbledore doesn't know, it's because Binns has been there for a loooooooong time and who would really suspect a ghost as a spy? But Binns has made one very grave mistake… Oh, well… his problem. Also, I'd like to make this official: you're the first person to call me Z. Ever. I've been called M., Maly, zimagesto, Midget (don't ask) and Saren. I'll have to record this somewhere ;-)