A/N: Boy I am crackingout these chapters fast!go me on updating. Well this chapter and After Hours chapter number nine are my favorite so far. I absolutely loved writing them. I also like the Aimee and Severus dynamic I got to use in this chapter. Oh and look out for my Batman Begins reference...hehheh...genius aren't I?...hehheh. well enjoy.

Vi: Harry is just so much fun to write when he's hormonal. Plot twists...yay! I agree Dragon-Man to the rescue.

Draco: what about me?

Me: What about you?

Draco: When do I grace the scene with my lovely presence?

Me: Me not telling...

Draco: Stupid Muggle...

Harry: What have I said about calling her 'stupid muggle'

Draco :Actually it was silly muggle- oh crap... (death...again)

Harry: Oh hi Vi!

Me: Harry...

Harry: meep

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Disclaimer: bladyblahblah...don't own...bladyblahblah...same thing as last chapter...bladyblahblah...

Light

by

mingingbent

There are two kinds of light—

the glow that illuminates,

and the glare that obscures.

– James Thurber

Chapter Twelve: The Serpent's Son

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Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son

It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one

- Thank You For the Venom, My Chemical Romance

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"Each of us can find a maggot in our past

which will happily devour our futures."

C.S Forester, The Fire Ships (Hornblower)

Severus Snape quickly made his way through the dungeons, the click of his Dragonhide Boots an omnious sound against the stone. His dark cloak billowed widely aroud him- all in all with his telltale sneer he cut a very imposing figure. When he came to cell number eleven, he drew out a large brass key and put it in the lock. It made a horribe clicking sound, metal rasping against metal. Slowly he opened the large, thick door and went inside.

Aimee heard the click in the the lock and straightened herself. She hoped it wasn't going to be another round of Crucio with 'the boys'. She was then duly surprised to see Severus come through the door and close it behind him. He looked tired and much older, well she reasoned he should, she hadn't seen him in some twenty years.

"Well, Severus, this is unexpected. You come to tell me off?"

He grunted, "I had no idea you were even alive."

She ignored his stare.

"Well, what are you here for then, dear brother of mine?"

He flinched at her last words, and she smirked knowing she still had that affect on him.

"I came to see you or to collect your dead body."

"Oh well that was nice." She stated. "I'd offer you a seat and some tea and crumpets but I'm in a bit of a bind."

He ignored her and spoke gravely.

"He wants to kill you."

"Oh, no. Really?" she said mockingly, a superficial surprised look on her face, "I thought he just wanted to pat me on the head and send me to bed without my ice cream."

"Pish posh, Sev," she continued, "what do you take me for, a naive little girl, a silly muggle?"

He looked casually affronted.

"I'm in Voldemort's dungeons, I've helped Harry-fucking-Potter storm the castle, I've defied him in all his repugnant glory, of course he wants my dead."

Severus turned away at that and reached into his robes. "Here," he handed her a vial, "It will help."

Taking a short look at the green vial, un-corked it, and gulped down the whole thing.

Gagging at the horrible taste, she glarred at him, "You really are the biggest git in existense, you know that right."

There was a slight twitch on his lips and he turned to leave. As he did Aimee let out a sigh at the dramatics of his exit, "Don't stay too long in the Bat Cave, you might actually turn into one."

Harry lifted the grate.

Ugg, not another drainage system.

Charlie Weasley appeared at his side with a very long rope wraped around his shoulder and some metal hooks.

"What are those?"

Charlie gave him a slight grin, "What you never been splunking?"

"Splunking-huh?"

Charlie looked like he was about to explain but Pierce showed up.

"This better be the right place, Pierce."

Pierce glared at them, "You doubt me," then he mimicked dramatically getting shot in the heart with an arrow, "You hath wound me with your words, Sirs."

Harry just shook his head, "Ready?"

Aimee shifted and groaned in pain as another agonizing lance twisted through her. The pain took control of her brain and made concentration fuzzy. Plus the potion Severus gave her had dulled the thoughts along with most of the intial pain. So she hadn't had time for an escape plan. She surely wasn't going to stay here and find out what Moldy-Voldy wanted to do to her.

Too bad, she mused, that there's no Exit signs.

There was a rattling of the grate above her head which sounded like a rat and she silently cursed it making her head throbb so.

But then it moved some more making a horrible clattering sound and she looked up to shoo the animal way.

But when she did, it was not a rat by the freckled, smiling face of Charlie Weasley.

"Well it took you bloody long enough."

In room number One Hundred and Eleven of St. Mungo's Watch Ward, Mrs. Weasley sat. She sat and waited, her hands folded in her lap, hair in disaray, clothes amess. The remembrance of tears still fading from her chapped cheeks. But she sat still, in one of the very, uncomfortable wooden chairs with one mission: to stay awake.

A few paces from her asleep, resting on the edge and against the bed, legs tucked underneath him, was the ginger head of Fred Weasley. He slept horribly, hand resting over the hand of the occupant of cot number One Hundred and Eleven.

The occupant of said cot was pale as death, except for the freckles that covered every inch of his skin. His roguish vemillion hair had had been combed straight by some kind soul and his eyes were closed. His body remained prostrate and stationary oblivious to the world, except for the rise and fall of his chest. There was a new white curse scar above his right eye and another that split the left side of his lip vertically. But he didn-t move, stuck in his coma as the world moved on.

On the edge of the Patient's bed hung a sheet of parchment, his name in gold calligraphy – 'George Weasley'.

Severus Snape down in his quarters watched as another one of his potions bubble merrily, his thoughts very preoccupied.

Bat Cave, oh how original. He found himself smirking at that.

Before he could drown some more memories, his fireplace erupted in green flames and the head of Bellatrix Lestranger appeared.

"She's gone Severus! These fools have lost her." She spat as Severus looked up casually.

"and...The Dark Lord demands your presense." She sneered, a mad glint in her eye.

Severus just sneered back. "Tell him, I'll be there presently, I have a potion to finish."

He looked to his potion and his lips twitched at the sight of an old antique pocket watch.

review and you will earn my eternal friendship...

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Draco: Even my Psycho-Bitch of an Aunt Bella shows up!

Me: huh, is that you Draco, I thought Harry killed you earlier?

Draco: He did. This is the spectral me.

Me: oh.

Draco: So where am I, huh?

Me: Probably inthe bath.

Draco: Huh?-bath...

Me: I don't know...how should I know in the first place?

Draco: How don't you knowthis is your stupid fan-fic.

Me: I know...I know...You're stripping for Lovegood...thats it! (cheers Vi)

Draco: even in death the silly muggle scares me..

Harry: Draco...

Draco: I know I know...once I come back from the dead you will promptly send me back.

cheers all