Vi: hehhehheh...poor-ickle Harrykins. Well this is the chapter where I let all of it-well most all of it, all out. Writing it was really cathartic, well this and the next chapter. Cheers hon and happy reading.
A/N: This chapter was really, really cathartic. Hope you enjoy. And about all your theories on Aimee well here they will be put to the test. By the way Nos Calan Gaeaf in Welsh translates to Samhain or Day of the Dead. Aren't I spiffy. Cheers all. And remember reviewing is good for the soul.
Harry: Is it really?
Me: Yes, very.
Harry: I just thought it made you go crazy...
Ron: and talk to people in your head...
(Me) Glares at Harry and Ron: You two are officially grounded!
Disclaimer: bladyblahblah...don't own...bladyblahblah...same thing as last chapter...bladyblahblah...why is this still here?
Hermione: Cause it fills up the page nicely.
Severus: Well I see the insufferable know-it-all has joined us now.
Me: Oh, Sevy, sweetheart – Shut the hell up!
Harry and Ron: Three cheers for telling off the ugly git.
Me: Hey, I thought I grounded you? (evil deathray stare)
Harry: meep.
Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter Eleven: Nos Calan Gaeaf
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"Calm as an angel in a dragons den."
The Revolt of Islam
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Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
- Spieluhr (Music Box), Rammstein
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English Translation:
Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
Aimee passed Treiss a piece of gum.
"Thanks...hmmm blueberry..." The young blonde ex-Auror hummed in the dark.
"Wotcher, Aimee?" Aimee turned at the sound of the voice.
"Tonks?" Aimee thought she saw a trace of majenta in the shadows.
"I wanted to thank you for the other night."
"How did it go?"
"Much better."
Aimee smiled in the dark, "Good, that's what I wanted to hear."
The night of Samhain was a dark night. The spìrits of the dead just a flicker from the living. Members from the Order of the Pheonix crept through the night, wary of traps and sentrys.
As they approached the sit of the Dark Lord's revels, splotches of light cast an ethereal glow on the surrounding country-side.
As Harry crept closer, inching his way towards the stone arena, he shivered. A stone had wedged its way into his tomach giving way to a feeling of dread. This night would not be a pretty one.
He was running, running very fast almost tripping over his own feet, not caring what he stepped on or over. He just had to keep going – he had to find the door.
As he rounded a corner, he stopped momentarily to catch his breath.
"Potter!"
At that he spun around to face his hunter. His robes were up and the mask covered his facial features but Harry had a sinking suspicion that it was Lucius Malfoy.
Harry went to raise his wand but Malfoy was faster, "Crucio."
The spell never hit Harry, a robbed figure had sprinted in front of him and blocked the spells path.
Harry didn't waste any time and ran off as soon as he heard the figure bark out a hex. He had to find a way into the inner santum.
Harry had wedged himself in a tunnel, some kind made for drainage, in the stone wall. From there he could see inside. Finally he had made it. Slowly he slithered on his stomach towards the opening, wand in hand. He could faintly hear and see, Voldemort and the Death Eaters that remained behind were torturing someone. Harry held his breath.
The cloaked figure was tossed to the ground, then a round of Crucio's were sent flying in its general direction.
Voldemort stood at the head of the gathering, hood and mask off, a grim looking smike splayed on his lips, beady blood red eyes flashing. He stalked towards the prone figure and pulled back the hood. Harry froze – it was Aimee. He had the sudden urge to go strangle each and ever Death Eater in there.
She was very pale, blood was trickling out of the corner of her mouth, sparkling crimson against her skin. He watched as she heaved heavy breaths that looked painful. He watched as she tried to move.
How'd see get caught?
One of Voldemort's skeletal hands reached out to grab her chin, so that she had to look at him square in the face. Her dark eyes blazed in fury and provocation.
Harry took mental notes of the surroundings he had to get her out. His other plands wasted away.
A hiss came as Voldemort began to talk, the sound so resembling the snake he kept as his side, "Aimee Evelin Carlisle, or should I call you Snape."
He let go of her chin and her head lolled.
Harry's mind immediately stopped functioning and focused on the last word Voldemort said – Snape.
Must of heard him wrong.
Voldemort turned back to his little congregation of Death Eater's.
"Severus-"
A cloaked figure in the circle bent his head, Harry seethed at remembrances, his hand itching towards his wand.
Voldemort opened his mouth again, the hissing sound grating against the silence. Harry looked towards Aimee to see ger staring straight at him, her dark eyes pleading and though her face was skewed with pain she mouthed something along the lines of "Go" or "Run".
But before Harry fled back out the hole he could hear the hissing voice, "Do you have anything to say in defense of your sister Severus?"
The realization hit him. Nice, caring Aimee Carlisle was inaccuality Aimee Snape, horrid Severus Snape's sister. He smoldered.
Harry fumed all the way back to Grimmauld Place, slamming the door loudly when he arrived.
His voice outmatched Mrs. Black as he cursed everything in existense.
"I can't believe she didn't tell me-I hate her-I...ahrgg..."
Harry paced around the kitchen itching to take out his wand and blow up everything in sight.
"Harry?" A bewildered looking Remus appeared in the doorway, "What's happened?"
"WHAT Happened! She...I hate her...that...that...she's...ah..."
Remus looked very confused and approached Harry wearily, putting his hand on his forewarm to get him to stop wearing tracks in the floorboards.
"Harry, what happened?"
Harry finally stopped and looked at Remus – his mind still filled with anger, resentment, and frustration. Part of his mind still wouldn't believe it.
"She didn't tell me that's what! She didn't tell me she was related to that-that git!"
Remus still looked confused, "Who-" then realized it and Harry was caught off guard by what looked like fear on his face, "Aimee."
"YES!...Why didn't she tell me!" He yelled at no one in particular.
"What-that she was a Snape by birth?"
Harry scowled at him.
"Probably because she didn't want something like this to happen."
Harry slumped down in a chair, a fierce headache staring in his brain.
He was royally pissed – How could she pull something like that?
"Harry," Remus said softly, "You should know she denounced her family long ago. She never cared to assoicate with them even at school. She often told me she would gladly have stayed at Hogwarts during the summer if only it would stay open."
Harry frowned at that.
"Harry by the way where is Aimee?"
The knowledge caught him like a bludger to the chest and knocked all the wind out of him.
He peered up at Remus in shame and fear, "They got her."
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