Danissa landed on her front steps. Looking over her shoulder she could see Snape approaching. She walked forward and opened her door.
Snape landed behind her, his robes billowing as he landed.
"If you will," Danissa said and she motioned for him to enter her home.
Snape looked around cautiously then walked through the door. He had been here before, when the LeStranges had lived here. Nothing had changed. The colors were the same…ebonized wood for molding and walls the color of pine. Same wrought iron fire place stood on the far wall. It was a cozy house, in the sense that it was small, but on a closer look one could see that all the chairs had stiff backs, and all the tables had sharp edges.
"Oh! Miss has returned!" Trissy called running out from the kitchen. Her joyous expression changed when she saw that her Mistress was not alone. Trissy's eyes grew wider and her mouth sank down when she realized who this visitor was. Trissy gave a squeak and ran over to Danissa and began wailing, "Not him, Miss….Not him!"
"You know the mark of a good house elf is that they are never seen." Danissa hissed as she kicked the elf off her feet.
"Trissy is most humbly sorry, Miss." Trissy said but her eyes never left Snape.
"Go and fix us some tea then." Danissa grumbled, and shoved Trissy on her way. "Sometimes I wonder if house elves are worth the trouble." Danissa murmured to Snape, once Trissy had left the room. "My parents could have at least left me a decent one."
Snape only smirked and took off his traveling cloak.
--
Haley Dale arrived home not long later. She sank down on her bed, practically too tired to move. Black was still somewhere out there. They had been so close to capturing him, even having him in custody at Hogwarts school, before he escaped…practically into thin air.
'Where is he now?' Haley thought. She couldn't imagine any respectable witch or wizard taking him in or hiding him. Unless, of course, this Danissa LeStrange had something to do with it. But why would she rescue Black and not her parents?
Haley blew out her night candle and laid her head down on the pillow, falling into a fitful sleep, dreaming the same dream she had every night.
She was standing on the street with her mother and father.
Their happy faces turning into worried looks.
Her father sticking her into a back alley and telling her to stay put.
The loud boom of the street being blown away, along with her parents.
And finally, being found by Alastor Moody.
Haley awoke breathlessly in the night, and sighed deeply at the wounds that still stung.
--
Snape sat at the table. Snape had his arms crossed and looked impatient. Danissa was pacing the floor.
"Are you going to get to the point of all this?" he asked, looking nonplussed.
"My mother said you knew how to resurrect the Dark Lord. She sent me to you." Danissa sat down opposite him. "I want to offer my services to you, help in any way I can."
Snape's expression clouded. Danissa couldn't tell if her words pleased him or not, but he did chuckle lightly.
"You needn't have wasted your time. Unfortunately, Voldemort's soul is lost, and he cannot be resurrected until it is found."
"Have you looked?" Danissa asked immediately.
"I happen to be a Hogwart's professor," Snape looked, for a moment, furious. "A very demanding profession, if I do say. I do not have the time or means to go traipsing around the globe looking for a disembodied spirit that may or may not still exist. However, if you do, then by all means, have at it." He made to stand.
"I didn't mean to offend you." she reached out for him, but he retched his hand away from hers, his eyes burning. "But make no mistake. Voldemort is alive, somewhere out there. I know it. He has to be." She looked down at her hands and thought of her parents in that place.
Snape stood and took his cloak from the hanger and picked up his broom from the foyer.
"It is late, Miss Lestrange." he said opening the door. "Give me time to think on this, I will call again." With that, he was gone into the night sky.
Danissa stood with the cold night wind whipping her face. She shut the door and made her way upstairs. Trissy was in her bedroom turning down her covers.
"He is gone, Miss?" Trissy asked as she jumped down from the bed and helped to remove Danissa's boots.
"Yes." Danissa answered lazily.
"Trissy remembers him, Miss. Trissy is remembering him from the old days." Trissy whispered as though she knew something that was top secret. "He was dangerous, Miss. Trissy is thinking he is still dangerous."
"Trissy WILL be thinking dangerous if she doesn't remember her place." Danissa threatened and knocked Trissy back.
"Trissy is most sorry, Miss." Trissy scampered off to stir the fire, and Danissa could hear Trissy fighting back tears.
"What are you blubbering about?" Danissa asked as she crawled between the covers.
"Trissy is most worried about her Mistress. Trissy fears for her safety." Trissy did began sobbing. "Trissy knows no good can come of this, no good at all." Trissy ran out of the room before bursting into wails down the hall.
"Dumb elf." Danissa murmured to herself as she blew out her night candle. She fell into a fitful sleep.
Playing with a stuffed rat on the hearth rug.
Her mother and father sitting in the chairs by the fire.
The suddenness of the Aurors bursting thru the door and chimney, wands drawn.
Her mother's wails as she was drug from their house.
Danissa's own cries for her mother and father.
The disdainful look in the eyes of the Aurors, so apparent they hated her along with her parents.
When Danissa awoke breathlessly in the night, the only thought that comforted her was that Voldemort was out there, somewhere in the darkness, waiting to be found, waiting to make it all right again.
Snape landed behind her, his robes billowing as he landed.
"If you will," Danissa said and she motioned for him to enter her home.
Snape looked around cautiously then walked through the door. He had been here before, when the LeStranges had lived here. Nothing had changed. The colors were the same…ebonized wood for molding and walls the color of pine. Same wrought iron fire place stood on the far wall. It was a cozy house, in the sense that it was small, but on a closer look one could see that all the chairs had stiff backs, and all the tables had sharp edges.
"Oh! Miss has returned!" Trissy called running out from the kitchen. Her joyous expression changed when she saw that her Mistress was not alone. Trissy's eyes grew wider and her mouth sank down when she realized who this visitor was. Trissy gave a squeak and ran over to Danissa and began wailing, "Not him, Miss….Not him!"
"You know the mark of a good house elf is that they are never seen." Danissa hissed as she kicked the elf off her feet.
"Trissy is most humbly sorry, Miss." Trissy said but her eyes never left Snape.
"Go and fix us some tea then." Danissa grumbled, and shoved Trissy on her way. "Sometimes I wonder if house elves are worth the trouble." Danissa murmured to Snape, once Trissy had left the room. "My parents could have at least left me a decent one."
Snape only smirked and took off his traveling cloak.
--
Haley Dale arrived home not long later. She sank down on her bed, practically too tired to move. Black was still somewhere out there. They had been so close to capturing him, even having him in custody at Hogwarts school, before he escaped…practically into thin air.
'Where is he now?' Haley thought. She couldn't imagine any respectable witch or wizard taking him in or hiding him. Unless, of course, this Danissa LeStrange had something to do with it. But why would she rescue Black and not her parents?
Haley blew out her night candle and laid her head down on the pillow, falling into a fitful sleep, dreaming the same dream she had every night.
She was standing on the street with her mother and father.
Their happy faces turning into worried looks.
Her father sticking her into a back alley and telling her to stay put.
The loud boom of the street being blown away, along with her parents.
And finally, being found by Alastor Moody.
Haley awoke breathlessly in the night, and sighed deeply at the wounds that still stung.
--
Snape sat at the table. Snape had his arms crossed and looked impatient. Danissa was pacing the floor.
"Are you going to get to the point of all this?" he asked, looking nonplussed.
"My mother said you knew how to resurrect the Dark Lord. She sent me to you." Danissa sat down opposite him. "I want to offer my services to you, help in any way I can."
Snape's expression clouded. Danissa couldn't tell if her words pleased him or not, but he did chuckle lightly.
"You needn't have wasted your time. Unfortunately, Voldemort's soul is lost, and he cannot be resurrected until it is found."
"Have you looked?" Danissa asked immediately.
"I happen to be a Hogwart's professor," Snape looked, for a moment, furious. "A very demanding profession, if I do say. I do not have the time or means to go traipsing around the globe looking for a disembodied spirit that may or may not still exist. However, if you do, then by all means, have at it." He made to stand.
"I didn't mean to offend you." she reached out for him, but he retched his hand away from hers, his eyes burning. "But make no mistake. Voldemort is alive, somewhere out there. I know it. He has to be." She looked down at her hands and thought of her parents in that place.
Snape stood and took his cloak from the hanger and picked up his broom from the foyer.
"It is late, Miss Lestrange." he said opening the door. "Give me time to think on this, I will call again." With that, he was gone into the night sky.
Danissa stood with the cold night wind whipping her face. She shut the door and made her way upstairs. Trissy was in her bedroom turning down her covers.
"He is gone, Miss?" Trissy asked as she jumped down from the bed and helped to remove Danissa's boots.
"Yes." Danissa answered lazily.
"Trissy remembers him, Miss. Trissy is remembering him from the old days." Trissy whispered as though she knew something that was top secret. "He was dangerous, Miss. Trissy is thinking he is still dangerous."
"Trissy WILL be thinking dangerous if she doesn't remember her place." Danissa threatened and knocked Trissy back.
"Trissy is most sorry, Miss." Trissy scampered off to stir the fire, and Danissa could hear Trissy fighting back tears.
"What are you blubbering about?" Danissa asked as she crawled between the covers.
"Trissy is most worried about her Mistress. Trissy fears for her safety." Trissy did began sobbing. "Trissy knows no good can come of this, no good at all." Trissy ran out of the room before bursting into wails down the hall.
"Dumb elf." Danissa murmured to herself as she blew out her night candle. She fell into a fitful sleep.
Playing with a stuffed rat on the hearth rug.
Her mother and father sitting in the chairs by the fire.
The suddenness of the Aurors bursting thru the door and chimney, wands drawn.
Her mother's wails as she was drug from their house.
Danissa's own cries for her mother and father.
The disdainful look in the eyes of the Aurors, so apparent they hated her along with her parents.
When Danissa awoke breathlessly in the night, the only thought that comforted her was that Voldemort was out there, somewhere in the darkness, waiting to be found, waiting to make it all right again.