AN: I'm striving to make my chapters longer!
Chapter 3: Death
(No Point of View)
Rain fell over the dark neighborhood and made the dreary attitude even more depressing. Even the sun seemed to hide itself from this place.
Among the rundown houses, a secret lay. A house that few could see, but everything could feel. The most Ancient and Noble House of Black radiated darkness.
What little happiness that resided here had vanished with the disappearance of Harry Potter. It had been three days and no one had found him. Everyone had realized what he meant to them now that he was gone.
Mrs. Weasley sat with her youngest two in the dark sitting room. All of them were silently crying. None of them tried to hide it. Hermione Granger had not been told yet. An escort was sent to her house to bring her, but it appeared as if her parents had suprised her with an out of the country vacation.
Albus Dumbledore sat in the kitchen looking, for all his glory, like a broken old man.
Various order members surrounded him. They were waiting for Severus Snape to return from Voldemort's summoning.
"Headmaster?" His head turned to look at the person sitting beside him. The usual stern appearance of the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, was gone. Her eyes were puffy and she looked overly pale.
"Yes, Minerva?"
"Is there a chance that He doesn't have him?"
He seemed to shrink further into himself before replying. "I know for certain that Mr. Potter is not in the hands of Voldemort, my dear,"
he said while patting her hand and turning to look further down the table at a figure that had it's head on it's arms. 'How will Remus ever survive this?'
"Albus, I've known you for years and have never seen you like this," came her worried response, "what is wrong?"
He gave her a pained smile and said, "In due time."
A door swung open upstairs and all expected to hear Ms. Black screeching, but were greeted with silence.
"Headmaster," screamed a fearfull voice, "Get up here! NOW!"
Everyone turned to him as he jumped from his chair. They didn't want to go. It had to be something terrible to cause a man who had only shown the emotion of anger to sound so scared.
"Stay here," he said going through the door.
(Severus Snape, Five Minutes Earlier)
Severus Snape was worried. He was just returning from a Death Eater meeting where there had been a major announcement. He had just apparated to Headquarters and was about to enter when a bolt of lightning struck the ground.
Fog began to come out of the grass and surround him. He tried to run, but could not move. He struggled to remove himself from his invisible bonds, but the mist had surrounded him before he was freed.
He quickly strode forward only to find himself in more mist...where the house should be. He tried an air circulation charm and found that he could not cast magic.
Fear swelled inside of him as a thought almost shattered his self-control. 'The Dark Lord knows!'
Snape started to quickly walk forward only to trip over something. After stumbling a few feet, he turned to see that the mist had created a circle around him.
Looking down, he saw a body. It was clothed it cloth so black that it had to be magical. Long raven hair covered the face and seemed to meld with the cloth. You couldn't tell where the hair ended and the shirt began. What little skin visible was so white that it seemed to glow.
The bare feet were resting together on a black circle that was just big enough for them to fit. His arms were spread with palms facing upward. Each resting on a black circle just big enough to fit a spread hand in. He looked closer and saw that the black circles were inside of a bigger circle that enclosed the body. It had symbols around the edges and reeked of magic. It had to be a ritual for him to be able to sense so much of it.
Realizing that is was to late to think about the consequinces of his influence on the site, he nelt to pull back the hair. As his hand moved closer a breeze pulled his sleeve up and revealed the Dark Mark.
He looked down as the floor shifted and saw that grass was appearing.
A wind picked up and the mist began swirling once more. Instead of fading away it spun around them like a tornado. It began to raise above them and he watched as it came together. Wind blew his hair astray and the mist rushed downward into his Mark.
His head snapped back and his black eyes were covered in a grey mist. He saw himself chained to a wall with Voldemort standing above him. Voldemort mouthed the unforgiveable pain curse repeatedly before a green light ended his life and the vision stopped.
Despite his horror at seeing the Dark Lord kill him, Snape couldn't hold back his repulsion.
'I had a Prophetic Vision! Kill me now! I don't want to become like that old bat!'
After a moment of contemplating his mental status Snape noticed that his hand was colder than usual. He looked down and saw that he had pulled back the hair. Snape stared at the face for a moment, unable to comprehend. At first he only saw white, but after a few moments more features could be seen. Black eyebrows, eyelashes, and the structure of the face could barely be seen. Something about it's structure seemed formiliar to him, but he couldn't recall ever seeing this person before. He scrutinzed the face from chin to hairline trying to see who it was. Noticing a slight discoloration on the forehead, he squinted to make it out.
His eyes widened comically as he realized that he was touching the cold body of Harry Potter. He knelt gaping in suprize before jerking his hand back. He tried to flex it only to find that it was numb from the cold. Quickly searching for a pulse, he warmed his frozen hand in his robes.
A full minute passed before he felt a faint heart beat.
He looked around to see them on the grass at Grimmauld Place. Quickly picking the boy up, he ran to the door. He fumbled around for a moment before he could free a hand to open it.
"Headmaster," he screamed, "Get up here! NOW!"
(Albus Dumbledore)
Barely sleeping in three days seemed to have no effect on the Headmaster's body as he ran up the stairs.
As he entered the entranceway Severus Snape came into view holding a body. The man appeared to be shaking and looked more pale than usual.
"Is that-," he trailed off.
"Potter."
"Take him upstairs and put him on a bed. Quickly, you must get away from him. The boys magic is trying to cool his body down. Being to close could freeze you to death."
'How could someone so young and innocent have this happen to them?' Tears streamed fown his face as he stared out the open door.
(No Point of View)
The order members gathered their courage a few minutes after their leader left. When it appeared that he wasn't returning, they slowly made their way upstairs.
Reaching the first floor, Dumbledore was found with his back to them as he gazed outside.
Questions reached his ears, but went unanswered.
Minerva McGonagall walked to stand beside him. "Albus? What has happened?"
The Headmaster turned to her looking his full age. "Severus...has found Mr. Potter."
She became nervous when she saw his tears. "Is he alright?"
"He will need a few days to rest and regain his strength," he said. "Please inform the Order, Minerva. Make sure that no one goes near him."
The usually stern woman looked shocked. "What of his friends? Surely they will wish to see him!"
"Tell them that he is in a delicate state. The boy's magic has been...tampered with and it is fighting the problem. Even the slightest of things could cause chaos." His head turned back to the doorway.
"If you'll excuse me, Minerva. I shall watch the boy until he wakes."
She watched as he ascended the stairs to the second story of the house. Moments later Severus Snape appeared and the Order grew quiet. He passed them without so much as a glace and disapparated after walking out the door.
"Everyone," she said, "I will explain if you will return to your seats."
'This is going to be a long day,' she wearily thought as she descended the steps to the underground kitchen.
AN: I know it's short and poorly written. I promise the next chapter will be doubled in quality and atleast a third longer.