Title: The Bodyguard
Previously on Chapter 3…
Without another word, Lily bolted towards the front door, not even hearing James' protests that he'll take her back home safely. All she could hear was the furious pace of her heart and her feet hitting the cold pavement as she ran home.
Little did she know that there was a surprise waiting to greet her.
Disclaimer: Last time I'm going to write this. I don't own Harry Potter!
(A/N: I really liked the reviews I got! This chapter is going to be a little bit gory, but I still tried to cut it down!)
Chapter 4- Fire
Two Hours Ago, The Same NightCloaks appeared out of thin air, standing in front of a large stony mansion. Many yelled out hoots of laughter, swinging bottles filled with Firewhiskey in the air.
"A time to celebrate!" cried a male voice.
Cheers and applause quickly followed this statement as the hooded men and women walked right past the gate. The large stone doors leading inside the stunning mansion opened noiselessly and everyone quickly went inside. Everyone except for one lone man, who had his back turned to the opened door. His black eyes peered at the forest, deep in thought. A frown appeared on his features as he stood still, ignoring the loud noises coming from inside the mansion.
"Severus, what are you doing? Come inside and celebrate! It's been a long time since we've had amazing news," said a man, leaning against one of the doors, motioning for the young man to come.
Severus Snape slowly turned around and lifted his hood, letting it fall behind him. His black eyes stared at the man and there was no twinkle or amusement in his eyes. His skin looked paler as his black hair reached his shoulder, the white skin shinning as the moonlight hit it, making him look as a ghost more than a human.
"I don't have time for amusement. There are things to be done," he answered dryly after some time. The man laughed and took a huge gulp from his large silver goblet, dangling between his slim long fingers.
"I don't have time for amusement. There are things to be done," mimicked the man in a high squeaky voice.
Severus Snape simply stared coldly at the man as he took another gulp of Firewhiskey, some of the liquid dripping down his chin to his robes.
"Everyone has time for amusement! Next time you might have the honor of killing a person in the Ministry of Magic. Come and enjoy yourself. Raise a toast for Lucas, the man who killed the Head of Department of Mysteries!" yelled Amycus. It was obvious that he was drunk as he took a step and almost fell down.
Snape stared at the man, his face expressionless.
"Do you know where he lives?" asked Snape softly.
"No, not really. But now that you mention it, he's always at that Muggle neighborhood," explained Amycus vaguely, but it was clear that he wasn't sharing everything he knew.
Silence followed.
"Muggle neighborhood, you say?" asked Snape, raising an eyebrow at the shared information.
Amycus nodded, a scowl on his features as he started cussing about how dirty Muggles was. Unknown to Amycus, Snape's hands curled into fists.
"Do you know how he did it?" he asked softly after sometime. Amycus looked up at him (he was on the ground, goblet still in hand) with an evil smile on his face.
"He did it the Muggle way. Slashed the disgusting half-blood by the throat. Did the same to about seven other wizards who came to check what was the commotion. Getting stabbed in the neck isn't a quiet business. It was my job to make sure that he finished his. It was beautiful, just beautiful," he said and gulped the rest of his Firewhiskey before slowly walking back inside the mansion, seeing that it was a lost cause to bring Snape inside the mansion.
Snape grabbed his wand out of his pocket and stared at it. A faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. "Reading people's minds never do get boring. How stupid of him to think I couldn't get the address from him,"
He turned and looked at the forest once more. His smile was gone, his face deep in concentration.
"He's up to something," he muttered to himself. And with a small pop he was gone.
He Apparated in a quiet neighborhood. He stood in front of a Muggle looking house. He had heard rumors that Lucas had been spending time at a Muggle neighborhood that had nothing to do with his missions that the Dark Lord gave him. But never had Snape believed these rumors.
Without any hesitation, Snape turned the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. The door creaked as it opened and Snape entered inside to what looked to be a deserted house. But his eyes fell on the floor and widened.
It was blood.
The blood had leaded a trail to the living room where Snape could faintly see a hand lying on a couch. He raised his wand, ready to shout a curse as he took quiet steps forward. His hand shook slightly as he grasped his wand tightly, his knuckles white. He stopped suddenly when he heard a voice.
It belonged to Lucas.
"She should be here any minute now. Isn't this a beautiful surprise?" he said to himself.
Snape silently entered inside the living room and he stifled a gasp of horror. Lucas, whose back had been facing the crouching Snape, whipped around, his eyes searching for the noise. He stood silently, still as a statue, patiently waiting.
"My imagination," he mused as he turned around again and stared at the photograph in his hands.
He's mad. Completely mad, thought Snape horrified.
On the two couches that faced the wall were the wizards that had been killed earlier this night. The bodies were piled on top of each other, the blood dripping onto the couch and the carpet.
Suddenly realization dawned on him. The person who lived in this house was going to be accused of the murders.
"Oh, my time is up," said Lucas to himself as he lightly placed the photograph on top of the dead man's chest.
He grabbed a tiny bottle from his pockets and carelessly threw the lid. Snape could instantly identify it as Polyjuice Potion by the smell that filled his nostrils. Lucas gulped the whole thing down and placed the empty bottle back in his robes.
His body gave a shudder as his hair turning jet-black, his skin turned into a light tan and his sea blue eyes became hazel. He was the exact image of James Potter.
"Don't move," hissed Snape suddenly. He was no longer crouched down but standing up, only a few feet away from Lucas, his wand pointed at his chest.
"Snape, what a surprise. I knew that someone was here," said Lucas conversationally as he reached for something in his pockets. There was no sign of surprise or shock on his calm features.
"I said don't move!" repeated Snape loudly. Lucas slowly grabbed a pair of glasses from his pockets and put them on.
"Sorry, but this idiot is blind. Couldn't even see you in front of me, just a white blur in the middle of nowhere. Shouldn't you be at the Malfoy's Manor? I was just heading there myself," explained Lucas as he stared at Snape with a smirk. He was talking with an air of indifference as though he was talking about the weather.
"Oh really? Then why dress up as Potter, then? Wouldn't it give a little chaos at Malfoy Manor?" asked Snape dryly. Lucas gave a short bark of laughter.
"You always was the attentive one to details," joked Lucas. Snape glared at him, clearly not amused.
"I'm waiting for my answer, Potter," snapped Snape and he raised his wand to James
"What can I say? Just having a bit of fun," shrugged Lucas, giving Snape another mischievous smile. But his smile didn't travel to his eyes, which were hard and cold.
Snape slowly moved his wand to his right side and Lucas gave a dramatic sigh, a dazzling smile following after it.
"Finally," he said as he grabbed his own wand.
"What are you doing-" asked Snape but he never had time to finish his question as Lucas yelled a curse.
The dark purple light shot from his wand and hit Snape square on the chest, sending him flying across the room. He collided against the wall and slid down, hitting the ground with a loud thud. A soft moan escaped his lips and then he remained silent. The front of his robes were drenched in blood as it spilled on the hard wood floor, spreading in every direction. A long gash was in the middle of his chest.
Lucas slowly walked towards the unconscious Snape, stopping right in front of him. Then suddenly, his left foot collided against Snape's face, making the unconscious bloody man fall to the side headfirst.
"That's for ruining my perfect plan," whispered the James Potter look-a-like in a cold voice. He gave a sigh as he walked away, entering the kitchen.
What am I going to do now? With Snape here, it would look like he killed the Ministry of Magic employees, not herthought Lucas as he played with his wand. Might as well kill him now.
He looked around the clean kitchen, as though hoping something would show itself and become useful to him. His eyes rested on a painting of a black kitten playing with a ball of pink strings. Inspiration struck him and his scowl was replaced with a dark smile.
"It's better than nothing," he said.
He waved his wand and a small bright orange flame appeared in mid air. With a flick of his wand, Lucas sent the small flame flying towards the couch. There it dropped and the fire started to grow, licking everything that was in its path. Lucas stood in the hallway until the living room was filled with smoke.
"Never meant to kill you Snape," said Lucas, casting one last look at Snape before leaving, "but you just got in the way. I get her and no one else,"
End of chapter 4
(Author's Note: First off, sorry that I haven't updated for so long. I wasn't in town for most of this month (got to go to Toronto and Atlanta) so I didn't have time to write. But now I'm back and I'm trying to write as many chapters as I can before school starts! I thought it would be interesting if I added Snape to the story although all of you already know that he doesn't die.)