Chapter Five:
When The Going Gets Tough…
Interlude: In another part of the world, a desperate man searches for information
It was a very cold afternoon, one could see their breath if they were to walk outside their warm houses. No one, however, was that stupid to do such a thing. Or so the residents of the sleepy little forest-side village were wont to believe.
Little did they know that one man was that stupid…or maybe, he was just desperate?
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A tall, dark haired man trudged his way along the cobbled streets of Lidderspell. His long black cloak hanging drenched, around his skinny body as he journeyed onward. The sun shone brightly even though the rain poured heavily around him. The dark man walked determined through the storm, his walking staff held firmly in his hand.
This man was never noticed, everyone was inside their homes staying warm, and he preferred it that way. No one would ask questions. No one would know or care that he had come through, on his way to quite possibly find help to save their miserable little lives.
No one would care.
The man stopped at the end of the street and looked up. A tall, dark mountain stood like a beacon in front of him, beckoning him onward even as it screamed at him to go away.
That mountain was the man's destination.
That mountain could possibly hold the key to salvation.
This mountain was the hiding-slash-training place of a group of people called Slayers. They did as their name suggested; they would slay any dark creatures that harmed humankind…any dark creatures.
Even humans themselves.
Hell, even innocent humans.
They might be able to held wizard kind defeat Voldemort and find the-boy-who-lived.
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Severus Snape, former-Death-Eater-turned-Spy, coughed harshly. He was cold, wet, and absolutely exhausted. His potion-stained hands grasped his walking staff tightly, trying to conserve as much body heat as possible.
He hadn't eaten in days.
His was a simple mission; find someone to help search for Potter.
Except it wasn't simple, no one wanted to help for fear of Voldemort. No one wanted to die.
Cowards, his mind sneered.
But Dumbledore was fast putting him onto a path that he couldn't jump off of. The man was getting old.
Severus grunted, glared at the offending tree branch that had dared to be in his way, moved to his left a bit and began his trek through the thick mud again. Slurping sounds rising up as his boots sunk more and more deeply into the mire.
Slayers were more trouble dealing with, than they were worth. So they killed dark creatures practically everyday, but they also murdered innocents.
He coughed again, this time longer. He wheezed as he struggled to draw in air, his chest hurt. His whole body ached.
He couldn't afford to get ill. The damn Order couldn't afford him getting ill. Hell, even Potter couldn't afford him getting ill. He hated getting sick. It made him weak and he couldn't afford to get weak.
Maybe he should get ill just to spite the little bastard!
Severus sneered at the thought, 'Why give the litter idiot more to be happy about?'
Thunder rumbled above his head, threatening him, it seemed. Sheets of rain poured over him, the winds began to pick up again.
He would have to hurry. He had to reach the Slayer group before night fell around him. He was just glad the sun was still shining even though it was storming out.
He was very glad.
After all, who knows what creatures were out there in these parts of the world?
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I know many complained about this chapter the last time I had posted it, complaining that they couldn't UNDERSTAND it.
I have no idea why it was confusing, since it is blatantly obvious that Severus is searching for the Slayers.
He just doesn't know that the help he is looking for is actually the people that want the Boy Savior dead. He will find out soon enough though.
Any way, I hope this chapter doesn't confuse you and that you enjoyed it!
Give me a review and tell me what you think!
Adios,
Yujiesara