No one stirred in Black Manor except for a certain rat, who scurried in the shadows. He crept past the house elves that slept on the still warm hearthstones and he crept past the semi watchful raven that sat dozing on his perch.
He crept into the cellar that served as a potions room. He stood still for a moment before creeping to a cabinet. He opened the lock easily enough and found the jar of lacewings. I only need a handful, he thought as he carefully put them into a smaller jar.
He closed the cabinet and crept up the stairs. He had carefully memorized which would creek and which had magic wards on them. He moved past the sleeping raven and the sleeping house elves, He stopped once in the hall ways to make sure no one else was moving in the house. He smiled maliciously and went back to his room.
Inside the small room and under the chest at the foot of the bed was a loose board. Lucius moved the chest as quietly as he could and pulled up the board. He had almost all of his ingredients and soon he would be rid of his collar and would have his own revenge. *********
Severus sat in the library, he had been there for several hours, and was growing frustrated. He slammed the book then looked sheepishly around himself. Bugger, he thought, why am I suddenly so damned paranoid? he stood and returned the book to it's place in the restricted section. He felt the leaden weight of the ringbox in his pocket. How could such a small thing weigh so much? he mused.
Severus took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar musty scent of ages old tomes. He looked around himself one last time to make sure he wasn't dreaming then left.
He wandered the hallways with no real intention of heading back to his chambers. He looked at the familiar stones as he walked slowly. You know Severus, you never thought you'd actually be back here did you? A small voice told him in his mind, You thought you'd be dead right now....
He forced the voice to quite as he slowly made his way down to his classroom and office **********
Remus slept with troubled dreams. He could cry out in his dreams, though he could not in everyday life. He tossed and turned and eventually sat straight up in his bed. His heart was racing and he was covered in cold sweat. But he could not remember what had woken him up or what he had dreamed about. He sniffed and burrowed back under his blankets only to lay awake for the rest of the night. *****
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, he was growing more and more frustrated as each day past. He was trying to find the counter-curse or at least a potion that would give his mute werewolf friend his voice back. He didn't know where else to look he had tried dozens if not hundreds of books on curses, counter-curses and potions.
He stood up and walk around his work area. There was no one else there, they had all gone home. I should go home too, he thought as he paced, but I can't give up no matter what. *******
Hermione sept peacefully, crookshanks lay curled behind her knees and purred softly as he slept. She dreamt the she was wearing a collar, that she was a slave. But not to just anyone, She was Severus' slave. She turned over in her sleep and the images in her dreams changed, she was back at her home with children running through that rose garden . She smiled and sighed and fell into a deeper sleep...
TBC
A/N: zSorry about not updating sooner, been busier then normal.... getting ready to move to New Mexico in two months (hopefully) Thanks for the reviews all:) I will be updating more frequently now that my writer's block had gone bye-bye.
He crept into the cellar that served as a potions room. He stood still for a moment before creeping to a cabinet. He opened the lock easily enough and found the jar of lacewings. I only need a handful, he thought as he carefully put them into a smaller jar.
He closed the cabinet and crept up the stairs. He had carefully memorized which would creek and which had magic wards on them. He moved past the sleeping raven and the sleeping house elves, He stopped once in the hall ways to make sure no one else was moving in the house. He smiled maliciously and went back to his room.
Inside the small room and under the chest at the foot of the bed was a loose board. Lucius moved the chest as quietly as he could and pulled up the board. He had almost all of his ingredients and soon he would be rid of his collar and would have his own revenge. *********
Severus sat in the library, he had been there for several hours, and was growing frustrated. He slammed the book then looked sheepishly around himself. Bugger, he thought, why am I suddenly so damned paranoid? he stood and returned the book to it's place in the restricted section. He felt the leaden weight of the ringbox in his pocket. How could such a small thing weigh so much? he mused.
Severus took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar musty scent of ages old tomes. He looked around himself one last time to make sure he wasn't dreaming then left.
He wandered the hallways with no real intention of heading back to his chambers. He looked at the familiar stones as he walked slowly. You know Severus, you never thought you'd actually be back here did you? A small voice told him in his mind, You thought you'd be dead right now....
He forced the voice to quite as he slowly made his way down to his classroom and office **********
Remus slept with troubled dreams. He could cry out in his dreams, though he could not in everyday life. He tossed and turned and eventually sat straight up in his bed. His heart was racing and he was covered in cold sweat. But he could not remember what had woken him up or what he had dreamed about. He sniffed and burrowed back under his blankets only to lay awake for the rest of the night. *****
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, he was growing more and more frustrated as each day past. He was trying to find the counter-curse or at least a potion that would give his mute werewolf friend his voice back. He didn't know where else to look he had tried dozens if not hundreds of books on curses, counter-curses and potions.
He stood up and walk around his work area. There was no one else there, they had all gone home. I should go home too, he thought as he paced, but I can't give up no matter what. *******
Hermione sept peacefully, crookshanks lay curled behind her knees and purred softly as he slept. She dreamt the she was wearing a collar, that she was a slave. But not to just anyone, She was Severus' slave. She turned over in her sleep and the images in her dreams changed, she was back at her home with children running through that rose garden . She smiled and sighed and fell into a deeper sleep...
TBC
A/N: zSorry about not updating sooner, been busier then normal.... getting ready to move to New Mexico in two months (hopefully) Thanks for the reviews all:) I will be updating more frequently now that my writer's block had gone bye-bye.