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Anywhere, but Here.
Somewhere over a great mountain vast, deep hidden in the shadows, was a secret never known to man. A place so dark, that normal eyes couldn't see and where light couldn't break through. Somewhere between the valley's cast over by the huge mountain, a castle was the cause of the darkness.
Two set of eyes was watching the castle from afar, shivering when the icy wind blew through his black robes. With his wand in his hand, the man walked the path leading him to his destination. The Mark on his left arm burned fiercely, telling him to move faster.
…Darkness everywhere, silence everywhere
Trees stand like giants in front of thee
A weak wind blows through thee hair
Whispers. It filled the dark air around him, when he got closer to the castle gates. Huge trees guarded each side of the gates, no leaves where falling, no new ones to come. Dead. When he came closer, the whispers got louder, feeling terrifying to the bone. Anywhere but here he thought.
Like a ghost which is going through thou body
The shrubs sing the song of fear
The grass sways it with the wind
Shadows
The gates opened themselves, filling the air with a scouring sound. No one to see, no one to hear, the man continued his pace. The two trees towering over him, moving in the evening wind. Hollow sounds when the branches meet each other. Like fingers, trying to grab him.
The huge trees with magnificent crowns
Don't let the moon shine down to thee
Every step goes into uncertainty
Every look catches it
Shadows
The whispers were stronger when he set his foot inside, filling him with fear. The entrance hall was filled with statues and before him stretches a long wide staircase. The shadows were moving. In an instant, the man stopped, blinking. He turned around. The gates were closed again and the statues, around the hall, shifted. Get yourself together, man he thought fast, regaining his posture and went on. The dead eyes of the gargoyles followed the black dressed man, boring holes in the backside of his skull. But he ignored it. This bloody castle is alive.
Hasty it flits through the night
Glowing eyes stare at thee
The shrubs sing on the song of fear
Thou journey through the nightly woods goes on
When he left the staircase and continued his journey through the corridor, the torches on the wall lit themselves, like somebody just handled the switch. He muttered nox and put his wand away. More of these bloody statues. He walked past more statues, keeping his hand close to his wand. And yet to shadows were moving, following him.
Everything turns around thee
Everywhere are shadows
The branches snap on going
Everywhere are glowing eyes
Everywhere are shadows
Are it the children of the night
They accompany thee
Flits past in the trees
As shadows…
At the end of the corridor, there was light and voices could be heard. The whisper was dying when he came closer to the end. The man took his white mask and put it on. When everything was ready, taking a deep breath and walked in.
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The room was lit by huge torches, casting shadows in the corners and dancing on the ceiling, besides that there wasn't any other furniture except a large chair in the back of the room. The chair has been made from black wood, decorated with snakes which started as arm-rests leading up to the backside. It had a dark velvet green colour, a Slytherin colour. The black dressed man stepped further in the weakly lit chamber until a hissing voice stopped him.
"I'm glad you could come in this short notice, Snape," the voice said.
"You called, my Lord," Snape replied.
The person, who was once a man, came out of the shadows, casting his back to the man and took place on the chair. His face was hidden under de hood of his black cape and the only thing you could see was the red gleaming eyes of Lord Voldemort.
Severus Snape, Hogwarts Potion Master and Death Eater, took a step closer, not to lose his control and bowed. Voldemort watched him closely, putting his bony fingers under his chin.
"Take off your mask, so that I can see your face," he hissed.
Snape obeyed, took his mask off his face and when the wind caressed his skin, he felt better. Snape took a good look at his Master which was dressed in black combat robes, strong armguards, a belt which was decorated with snakes and above that a black cape of the darkest cotton. What he couldn't see was his Masters face. Nevertheless a large relief.
"So, what news from that old Muggle loving fool?" Voldemort asked.
"Not much, My Lord. Only the last minute preparation of a new school year, sir." Snape said, keeping his voice formal. Voldemort smirked.
"Good."
The Potion Master frowned. Voldemort rose from his seat and walked to Snape which took a step back until they were a few feet away from each other.
"Good. Now I want you be at my side when we free my men."
"But…"
"No 'buts', Severus, you will be back on the first day of school," he hissed, "Until then you will stay here."
Snape swallowed hard and nodded. The Dark Lord places his hand on the man's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Mixed feelings, I see?" Snape shook his head slowly. "Do you really think I let my fools rot in Azkaban?" Snape shook his head again. "Likewise, that's why we are going to free them, tonight."
"How?" Snape whispered, knowing very well not the question the Dark Lord.
"Leave that to me, my friend," he mocked. "I always have some back-up plans. I have a very good proposal in mind which nobody will refuse, not even the Dementors." Voldemort laughed, his icy voice disturbing the silence in the room. He let go of Snape's shoulder and walked to the door, followed by a confused potion Master.
When they stood in the entrance hall, leaving the staircases behind them, the Dark Lord stopped turning around facing Snape. Scratching sounds filled the air while shadows and statues moved or shifted. The same hallow eyes watching them closely. Snape, who was not used to it, looked around in fear.
"Don't you like the Castle?" Voldemort smiled, seeing his Death Eater in fear.
"This… this castle is alive." Snape replied, still scanning around.
"You should watch your back, Snape. It likes fresh blood." Snape looked back to him, seeing his Master with a wicked smile on his face. The only thing on his mind was going back to his peaceful quarters or having rather a nice tea break with Potter than being here with him.
"You don't like my company," the smile changed in an imminent thin line.
The potion master head snapped up, eying him confused. Voldemort put his finger to his temple, answering his confused question.
Shit Snape thought.
"Don't swear." He replied in a low voice. "I could throw you in the dungeons or put you under the cruciatus curse for your little slip up." No words were exchanged here after, when suddenly the shadows were gone and the silence returned. No sounds, nothing. Voldemort looked up.
"Don't be late, Night," He shouted.
Snape who rather looked confused looked over his shoulder to the top of the staircase. He saw a dark figure standing near the pillar, moving away taking the shadows with him. When he came to his senses, Voldemort called his name and together they stepped in the night.
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Snape hadn't even the chance to tell anyone what was about to happen, when he looked over the water to a little island where Azkaban stood. (A/N: picture the rock or Alcatraz in a dark surroundings with Dementors soaring around or something…) Voldemort stood a few feet away, talking to a Dementor. Nobody can talk to these creatures and they give me the chills. Damn, I wish I could contact Dumbledore. Snape shook his head, punishing himself not telling anyone of his departure. He saw the Dementor leaving and Voldemort came back, standing next to the Potion Master.
"Let the games begin." He smiled.
Snape don't know what the plan was or how to free them, but one thing was sure; Dementors has joined the Dark Side. Voldemort turned his head and looked at the shore where a dark figure, dressed in black cape, stood. It's the same one that Snape saw back at the castle, but it's not close enough to recognise who he is.
Who is that man… or woman? But… could it be? Snape question himself. Voldemort nodded to the person which nodded back. This was the moment when it happens.
The second war begins.
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