If I owned Harry Potter... Real Life wouldn't of gotten in the way of posting this chapter!
I am so sorry for the long wait! RL has just been hectic! It's a bit longer then normal so hopefully that will help some!
And this chapter I need to tip my hat to HadaGracia who I hope you are still out there reading! Cause you gave me the idea not only for this chapter but the need for what is explained in this chapter! So Thank you!
Chapter One Hundred Two
To Protect The Soul
The Head Mistress and Hagrid were just about to leave when Greg came back around the curtain, looking freshly showered and shaved. His eyes raked over the witch sitting in the bed, making sure that she was indeed okay.
Hermione and Ron came to see her around ten and, as if by unspoken agreement, Harry wasn't brought up.
Taylor knew her brother was angry at her, and she really didn't blame him, so she would give him some time to cool down and realize that she had done what she needed to do… again.
Moody and McGonagall had stopped in briefly just after lunch to talk to her about where she planned to go after school let out and Tonks' parents' house had been brought up. Like Moody had said, it was warded so would offer her that protection but it was also fairly close to Dan Hunter's house so that could be a meeting point for Slughorn to take the Wolf's Bane potion for both Lupin and Greg. It wasn't said, but Taylor had the feeling that Lupin had wanted to ask her to come stay with him, but as he didn't have a house of his own, that he had agreed to this alternative for several reasons. One being the fact that he had asked Tonks to marry him on Saturday and he hadn't had a chance to tell her or Harry before everything that went on at the Ministry on Sunday night.
Glancing up at the clear blue sky through the high windows in the Hospital Wing, she could hear the faint sound of people laughing out on the grounds, so when at two o'clock Connor and Justin came around the curtain with their broom sticks over their shoulders, Taylor encouraged her friends to go down to the quidditch pitch for the fun game that the Hufflepuffs were playing. It took quite a bit of coaxing before the werewolf would agree, but after Taylor had said that she needed to get some sleep and she would be fine under the nurse's watchful eye, Greg had agreed. She knew he needed to do something physical to get rid of some of the tension she had seen in him ever since she had woken up in St. Mongo's and she was hoping this would help… she knew his friends would help to keep him occupied.
Taylor was a little tired after her morning, but after a quick nap she was awake again. Her body was becoming used to the absence of magic and Greg's aunt had said that she would be released from the hospital tomorrow, in time for the Graduation ceremony. Of course the Advanced Healer had insisted on numerous follow-up appointments and Taylor had agreed. Anything to be able to get up and move around again!
Taylor smiled sadly as she looked at the ring on her own finger. She had survived the war but now she was facing a life full of even more uncertainty. She was engaged to a hybrid werewolf who, as he had already shown, was far more aggressive than any others when the moon wasn't even a factor. A shudder ran through her when she learned that he had gone up against Bellatrix and won… something that she knew not even her brother, or many in the Order, would have been able to do. Not that she thought that he would ever hurt her, or anyone, but it would always be something that was there, just lurking below the surface. Now too, she had no magic… no magic to help him, no magic to protect him, no magic… at all. Sure she knew she would be able to survive. Muggles did it every day, but what had been her driving force ever since she could remember would no longer be possible… she would no longer be able to protect those she loved. Wallowing in self-pity was a new thing for her and as the birds sang outside and the laughter of young witches and wizards floated on the air, she found herself doing exactly that.
That was how the ex-Potions Master found the magicless witch.
"Professor Snape!" The sight of her old potions professor caught her off guard.
"Miss Porter…" The tall darkly dressed wizard said with a small twitch of his thin lips before he continued. "However I do believe that given the circumstances, and the fact that I haven't been your teacher in over a year, maybe we could dispense with the formality… Taylor."
Taylor felt her mouth open and close a couple of times before she stammered, "Oh, yeah sure… ahh Severus?" Her face turned warm at the awkwardness and she suddenly felt a little weird sitting in her pajamas, in a bed, talking to the man who had loved and still loved her mother.
"If it is easier… your mother always called me Sev…" A hint of red tinged the normally pale face of the former potions teacher before he seemed to gather himself and continued on. "I am sure you are likely wondering why I am here… well I wanted to… thank you. I have been cleared because of the memories that you gave to Minerva and Hermione's statement about my involvement in bringing down the Dark Lord."
A smile grew on Taylor's face. So her brother had given the memories to McGonagall. She had told Shacklebolt and Moody what had happened in the Revolving Room, as well as before, and they must have gone to the Ministry and given them those memories as well. "I'm glad. And it was the least I could do after all your help. None of it would have been possible without everything that you did and the risks you took. Though I don't think you have me to thank. It was Harry who gave the memories to Professor McGonagall, and Moody or Shacklebolt who passed on what happened in the Department of Mysteries."
"I will be sure to thank them then as well, next time I see them."
A few awkward seconds passed before the potions master spoke again. "I heard about what happened… to you. I thought maybe if I came to see you… maybe I might be able to help you understand what… most likely happened." At Taylor's curious glance, a shadow of a smile passed across the older wizard's face before he continued. "You and your brother weren't the only ones who were left the gift of a portrait."
Her eyes went wide as the words sank in and suddenly a lot of things became much clearer, like how Snape had known they were looking for a book and which one and how he had known she was alone out by the lake that day. He had a portrait of Dumbledore as well. She looked back up as he continued.
"It was Albus who also told me about what has happened to you… and we think we know what happened… or maybe what caused you to lose your magic anyway." At Taylor's nod Snape drew his wand and after conjuring a comfortable looking chair sat down by her. His eyes then went to the necklaces that were lying on the night table beside her bed. The one with the broken red stone and the melted silver one that Greg had given her. With a wave of his wand he levitated the one she had always thought that her uncle had given her and carefully took it in his hand. His voice was soft, almost reverent when he began speaking again. "I'm not sure if you know this… but I gave this necklace to your mother not long before… I guess I should start at the beginning. As you likely know Lily… and Potter went into hiding because of the prophesy that Sybill Trelawney made… the one that I partially heard. I was young and stupid and I didn't know at the time that the prophesy would be about Lily… if I had I would never have told the Dark Lord but I wanted to prove my worth and so stupidly I told him. When I found out that Lily was possibly the one the prophesy was about, I went to the Dark Lord and begged for him to… to spare her. I was frightened though and I started looking for a way to somehow protect her. At the time there were many who claimed to have protective charms or things that could protect you but most, if not all, were false. So I turned to the Dark Arts. I had heard in passing that there was a potion, that if brewed properly could be used to protect one from certain things. I knew it was a long shot but I needed to do something… it was called 'Protego Animus'
Taylor felt her eyes go round as the meaning of the potion's name came to her, but Snape simply nodded and continued.
"So I set about brewing it. It took over two fortnights to brew and when it was done I poured it onto the necklace I bought and took it to Godric's Hollow to see your mother. I'm not sure now if Lily suspected I might have put something on the necklace, or if she simply put her own unique charm on it as well. As you know, your mother was a master at charms, and she often created her own charms spells… Filius might be able to tell you more about the charm… possibly, though I have my doubts, as Lily was very creative with her charms work. Or it could have just been the protection that she gave you and Harry… by sacrificing herself…" His voice had become thick with emotion and he paused a moment, his fingers gently playing with the melted chain as he swallowed and cleared his throat. "Whatever it was, this necklace now had a protective charm on it as old as time and so it was never detected… not by the school wards, not by any Ministry checkpoint or anyone else. Maybe if it had've been somewhat remarkable I might have noticed it… but it was a muggle made necklace that I bought in a corner jewelry store not far from my home. At the time I hadn't cared how common it was, just that it didn't have any magical properties already bestowed upon it."
Taylor watched as the man who had been her professor for six years sat for a moment, once again staring at the remains of her necklace, lost in his own memories.
"The only thing Albus and I can figure is that the night the Dark Lord came to Godric's Hollow, Lily ran up stairs and covered you up with Potter's Invisibility cloak, to try to keep you hidden… as no one knew about you, we figure that she was hoping that the Dark Lord wouldn't discover you as well. The way that the necklace was wrapped up in your blanket… Albus figured that it had been put there before the Dark Lord ever got there. At the time he suspected it might have a charm or two on it and that is why he took it along with you, when he left you with your uncle Herbert. Whatever the charm was, it doesn't really matter now. What does matter is that somehow the necklace protected you from the evil of the Horcrux that you had in you… We think the reason that you dreamed about the snake coiling around your heart, as it tried to take your soul, was because in a way that was what it was trying to do. Lily's sacrifice calling forth that ancient love helped to protect you, not only from the Dark Lord but from the power in the Room of Love. We figure that was why the mist didn't hurt Harry… well, that and that his soul was not only pure but intact. It would have worked for you too, if you hadn't needed to use your Dark Magic to keep the door open." A short pause and then, "When did you think of trying to sacrifice yourself like your mother did, to call forth that ancient magic to get rid of the Horcrux?"
Taylor met the dark eyes of her ex-professor and was startled by the intensity shining in them. "I went into the Revolving Room ready to die because I thought that was the only way I could get rid of the last Horcrux… it wasn't until I opened that door that I began to wonder if calling forth the Horcrux might give the Killing Curse its soul… because that is what it does; it takes the soul and the life that is connected with that soul… if that makes any sense." Pausing as the idea floated around in her mind, not like before when Dark Magic used to just come to her… no this was more like a slow realization that what she thought was sound in theory.
"Yes, that is what is thought to occur when someone is hit with the Killing Curse… why there are no marks left on the body, because a soul and the energy that makes us live has no visible signs."
"Energy… yeah that makes sense…" Taylor nodded as she was lost in thought. "If I could give the Killing Curse something to kill, then maybe I would have a chance… A chance that until a few months ago I would never have even looked for…" at this Taylor looked up into the dark eyes of Snape and saw understanding in them.
"Yes, love… a love I wished I had've fought harder for… and maybe things would have turned out much differently."
Taylor felt her heart ache for the loneliness and longing in the man's voice and she reached out her hand and laid it on his. The gesture seemed to startle him at first, but then a ghost of a smile pulled at his pale face and he grasped her fingers with his, squeezing softly before continuing.
"Once the idea came to me, I knew I had to try, so I followed through with our plan… but when Harry started to cast, I summoned the Horcrux…"
"And the energy that it took for your magic to try to pull the Horcrux from inside you was what the Killing Curse struck…" Snape finished her statement as he nodded. "Yes this is what Albus and I figured happened… once he told me how your summoning charm drained your magic in the past."
"But why did it drain my magic? Harry summoned different Horcruxes and he never once had his magic drained." Taylor asked confused.
"Again we think it had to do with what Horcrux you had in you." At her confused look he continued. "Our souls are more like an apple pie then a cake…"
Taylor felt a grin creep across her face at the analogy, even as Snape's face turned to a scowl… one like she had seen countless times in class, but as he held her hand she felt him give her fingers a light squeeze, and she knew that he wasn't mad, just not sure how to show his emotion. It made him an intimidating teacher but a harder to read friend.
"In a cake all the ingredients are mixed together equally, so when you take a piece of it you get equal parts of all the ingredients. However in a apple pie, one slice may have more apple pieces, cinnamon and nutmeg in it than the next, just like when a soul is ripped apart to create a Horcrux… all the ingredients are there, but some have more apples and spices then others. Your Horcrux let you use Dark Magic like the Dark Lord could and Harry's let him see what the Dark Lord was doing and speak Parseltongue."
Taylor nodded it made sense… "So my piece of the pie was strongly rooted in Dark Magic… which is ancient magic… which was what mom called forth to protect Harry and I…"
"Yes… and that is why we think that when you tried to summon the Horcrux your magic tried to separate from you… You and your soul can live without magic. By willingly sacrificing yourself, the ancient protection in your necklace and what your mother called forth, engaged and did what we thought was impossible and separated you from your magic at the same time as it extracted the Horcrux from you. Saving you from the Killing Curse similar to how Harry was saved on the night Lily died. Except, that night the ancient magic caused the Killing Curse to rebound onto Voldemort."
Taylor nodded slowly as the information sunk in… it did explain so much, except one thing. "But why then did my magic drain every time I tried to summon a Horcrux?"
Snape sighed and looked out the window at the blue sky. "This is all theory, Taylor. No one has ever had anything like this happen to them before, but I think what was happening was that when you tried to summon a Horcrux, the magic in the necklace and from your mother combined to try to get rid of the thing that could hurt you."
"Thus draining my magic…" Taylor nodded. That made sense because she knew it would take a lot to try to pull something from inside her like the Horcrux had been. "So why did the necklace get hot when I used Dark Magic?"
Snape raised an eyebrow at her and she pulled her pajama top out some to show him the faint marks on her neck, and the angry red marks that were there caused by the melting of the two necklaces in the Department of Mysteries. He leaned in to have a closer look at the oval shaped, faint scars then sat back for a moment.
"You say the necklace became hot when you used Dark Magic?" He pondered for a few more seconds before he nodded absently. "The potion that I used on the necklace was for protection… I'd have to run this by Albus to be sure, but I think that likely it was a warning. The Dark Magic that you used was from the Horcrux… so the necklace was trying to warn you every time you drew from that form of magic. It got hotter the more powerful spell you used?" At her nod he continued. "Then I would say that was what was happening… it was trying to protect you. You just never listened to it!"
Taylor had to grin at the exasperated look that he gave her. It wasn't funny but still she couldn't help it.
"So have you made plans for where you are going tomorrow? Surely you are not planning on going off with Hunter?"
"No I'm going to stay with Andromeda and Ted Tonks for a while…"
Snape nodded, "They are good people. Even if Andromeda was related to Black… guess one can't choose who they are related to."
Taylor rolled her eyes. She knew that Snape would likely never get over his hate of Sirius. "I don't know how long I'm going to stay there…"
"You won't be able to marry until you reach your seventeenth birthday. Which isn't likely until sometime in early September."
She was startled by his statement and said, "How do you know that?"
"I am a skilled Legilimen, but I do not need it to see how much you love that young man. Your mother used to look at Potter the same way. They were married shortly after they graduated."
"Oh… but you don't disagree? I thought you might…" Taylor could feel a blush spreading up over her face at the turn in the conversation. She never thought she would discuss something like this with her ex-potions professor.
"Greg Hunter will be able to protect you. His hybrid werewolf makes him more protective and his ability to call on that werewolf when he needs it will make him capable of protecting you, now that you have no way to protect yourself. So no, I do not have a problem with you marrying him… as long as he takes his Wolfsbane Potion."
Taylor knew that Snape really didn't have a say over what she did, but she felt with him like she did Lupin. A pull towards them, as they were links to her parents, and what they thought did have an impact on her, so she was glad that Snape didn't disagree with her marrying the Hufflepuff. Though she would have anyway and maybe that influenced his acceptance too in a way. She knew Lupin was worried about it, but more for how they would make out financially and socially than any worry that it wasn't the right thing to do. "I don't think that will be a problem… as long as I can still brew it up… do you think I will be able too? Make the potion I mean, without my magic?"
A bit of a smile pulled at the potions master's lips as he rolled his eyes ever so slightly. "Do you not remember what I said in your first potions class?" When she gave him a blank look, he continued in a bit of a huff. "How you ever managed to pass my classes I am not sure!"
Taylor gave him a cheeky grin, "Oh I don't know… maybe it was because I was good at it?"
"Yes well, at least Lily managed to pass that on to you!" At the chuckle from his former student he continued. "I said, that you were there to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making… and if I am not mistaken I did mention that wands were of little use?"
"Yeah you did, and then you set about picking on Harry!" Taylor retorted as she felt the old irritation at Snape for always picking on her brother. Though right now she was more interested in getting the answer to her question, than arguing about past slights on her brother, so she quickly said, "So my not having magic won't stop me from potion brewing? If that is so… then muggles could technically brew a potion?"
"Yes that is technically true. Though where would they get the ingredients? Or the knowledge of potion-making? It makes it highly improbable that they would be able to do so. Though some squibs are quite capable of making the more simple potions, it takes one trained in potion-making and with some talent to make the more advanced ones. As you can well attest to."
Taylor nodded slowly. That made sense and just maybe she would be able to continue with potion making. Maybe even making the Wolfsbane Potion for Greg and Lupin. This thought alone lifted a weight off her shoulders and made a true smile spread across her face.
"I know what you are thinking, and while I do believe that you might be able to make the Wolfsbane Potion for Hunter, and Lupin as well, I think it will be wise to test your brewing capabilities thoroughly before you attempt to make something as touchy and important as that. Though I do believe that you should be capable of making the potion in the future. I would be willing to assist you and make sure you are up to that challenge if you would like."
For the next few minutes they talked about him tutoring her in potions, once she was recovered enough, and where they could do this as well. Taylor could feel the first rays of hope that her life wouldn't be totally dependent on those who could still use magic. That she would be able to still do some of what she had spent the last seven years of her life learning. By the time they heard people enter the Hospital Wing, she felt her heart was somewhat lighter, and hope once again brought a smile to her face.
The wind whipped through his hair as the werewolf snarled in delight. His keen senses were keyed in and he used his superb hearing, as well as sense of smell and eye sight, to hone in on the desperately weaving golden snitch just a few feet in front of him. His Nimbus responding to the slightest touch, as his fingers reached out and grabbed the struggling little golden ball with wings!
"Hunter! You know you can let that snitch be caught by others on your team! You were supposed to be playing KEEPER! You know guarding those big round hoops over there!" Called an exasperated Connor as he zipped past the supposed "keeper".
Greg blushed and then grumbled as he turned his broom back towards the goal hoops, letting the snitch go. The sight of the fleeing gold ball was almost too much for his werewolf to resist chasing! Though the rest of the Hufflepuffs and several Gryffindors just laughed and kept right on playing.
The wind, sun and exhilaration of finally being able to move and get rid of the tension in his body made Greg realize just how tightly he had been wound ever since Sunday night. The rigors of flying on his broomstick and the fatigue that was setting into his muscles were actually a welcome feeling. So he had thrown his heart, soul and werewolf into his flying, impressing his friends and scaring them too at times with his daring antics on his broom. The reaction times of the werewolf that was so close to the surface of his mind right now, made the dangerous moves feel easy. It was a terrific way to relieve the stress he had been feeling. He would have to tell his witch when he saw her again in a little while. His eyes found the high windows of the Hospital Wing and he could just smell a whiff of her every so often, but it was enough to know that she was safe. No fear or alarm.
Suddenly the werewolf snarled and snapped at the cage in his mind, as Greg sat high up in the air at the uppermost goal hoop. Out over the grounds he could see a dark haired figure come out of Hagrid's house. It took only moments to drop down to the ground by the benches, and with just a few curt words, headed out away from the Quidditch pitch and the fun game that was still going on.
With long strides it didn't take long to eat up the ground and before his quarry even made it out onto the vast expanse of lawn that reached up to the castle, he had reached him.
"Potter! You and I need to have a little conversation!"
Whipping around Harry could see the long purposeful strides of the Hufflepuff and suddenly was glad that Ginny had gone off with a couple of her friends. He didn't even get a chance to ask what the other wizard wanted, before he was right in front of him glaring down with a wild dangerous look on his face.
However when the tall wizard grabbed him by his arm and started off towards the forest Harry found his voice. "What the hell do you want, Hunter?" Harry had the crazy thought that if he could have, the other wizard would have Apparated away with him and Harry was suddenly glad to be on Hogwarts' grounds. As it was, even sputtering his objections, it was only seconds before the bigger wizard had him hauled into the forest, out of sight of anyone else who might happen to be around.
"Shut up Potter!" The werewolf ground out between clenched teeth.
Harry opened his mouth but that was as far as he got before Greg's finger poked him in the chest. "I said shut up! I am going to speak and you are going to listen! Taylor isn't here and I am going to say my piece!"
Harry's mouth snapped shut with an auditable click as the werewolf's wand jabbed the air. All Harry could do was glare back at the other wizard. He had gone down to see Hagrid that morning when he had finally gotten out of bed a little after ten. The memories in the pensive had been both shocking and painful… to find out that the man, who had been so horrible to him for six years, had loved his mother… he had also accepted how his sister could trust Snape so much… could begin to forgive the man whom he had thought had killed Dumbledore in cold blood…
It took another poke from the angry looking werewolf to bring his mind back to the present.
"Look Potter. I have something I need to say to you and you are going to listen!"
Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat, as he looked up into the dangerous glint in the piercing blue eyes of the Hufflepuff. Suddenly all that he had heard about the hybrid werewolf being extremely dangerous hit home and he swallowed nervously.
"I am going to marry Taylor."
Harry felt his eyes go round and his mouth fall open. That had not been what he had been expecting out of the aggressive werewolf.
Taking a small step back Greg ran his hand up through his hair. The werewolf so close to the surface, that it was a struggle to remain in complete control. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes for a moment and then began to say what he had rehearsed in his mind.
"I am going to marry your sister, Potter. I know that as the eldest in her family that I should have asked your permission first but… well… last weekend was a bit nuts. Wasn't it?" Greg felt his lips twitch in a semblance of a smile before he continued. "Then with everything that went on at the Ministry…" he had to pull in a shuddering breath. "Well, I am letting you know now. I AM going to marry Taylor."
Harry waited for a few more moments and, when the Hufflepuff didn't say any more or lift the silencing spell he had put on him, Harry pointed at his mouth.
"Oh…. Yeah sorry!" the grin was a bit sheepish, even if the dangerous look still lingered in the blue eyes.
"I knew you asked my sister to marry you… she told me." Harry might have said more but the Hufflepuff started to pace as he began talking again.
"I know you are her brother and only family. I respect that. And I should have maybe asked you first… but I love Taylor… and that brings me to something else I want to talk to you about!" The werewolf's eyes seemed to almost glow as he stopped in front of Harry and it was everything that Greg could do to keep control once more, as the beast snarled in his mind. "Taylor will be more than my wife… she is my mate! And I will protect her from all threats! Including YOU!"
Harry was shocked. "I would never hurt my sister!"
"Potter you Killed! Her!" The werewolves hands actually shook as they clenched and unclenched at his sides.
"I didn't know it was her! I…" Harry felt his voice catch in his throat, as pain clogged it.
"And that is the only reason why I haven't…" the words were no more than a snarl. "I KNOW what she did… I know she tricked you! Maybe after the full moon I can even accept WHY she did it… but for right now I need to focus on the fact that she survived… that she is still here…"
Harry wasn't sure if he could speak, as guilt and anger coursed through him. The wound in his heart still too fresh.
It was a few minutes before either said anything. It was Greg who spoke first, still seeming intent on getting what he wanted to say off his chest.
"Taylor is hurting too, you know. She went into the Revolving Room ready to… She would have given her life to save you… she did what she did to make sure that Voldemort couldn't come back…"
"Don't you think I know that!" Harry snapped.
The Hufflepuff stopped his restless pacing to step into the shorter wizard's personal space. "Do you Harry? Do you really? You who have been famous since before you came here to Hogwarts!"
"Do you think I wanted that attention! I NEVER wanted it!" Harry snapped angrily and he might have continued but the werewolf cut him off.
"That doesn't matter! You had it! What did Taylor ever get? Nothing! She risked everything! Countless times! Because she felt obligated to YOU!" Greg felt his whole body tremble with anger, as he not only fought the werewolf but his own anger that had been bottled up inside for so long. "Do you know that on our first date she told me that she wouldn't likely make it through the war? She was ready and willing to die to make sure that Voldemort didn't win! That she didn't think past the war because she didn't think she would survive it!"
Harry felt his heart clench because he had heard his sister say that very same thing to him on a couple of different occasions. "I know… I know okay!" The reminder from the werewolf made him realize once again just how committed his sister was to making sure Voldemort was defeated. Once again he was reminded that he shouldn't dwell as much on the fact of what she made him do, but that she had somehow figured out a way to escape death. "I know…"
"Merlin, Potter do you know how many times I saw her refuse to do something or go somewhere because she thought about YOU first? About what you thought! Or what you were going to do?"
Numerous memories flashed through Harry's mind as he saw the many times that his sister did indeed do what he was going to do… from something as simple as school classes, to going to the Ministry of Magic… on more than one occasion. "Yeah I know…"
"Well know this, Harry…" Greg stepped right into the shorter wizard and glared down at him. "As my wife and mate, I will not allow anyone to hurt her and that includes you!"
Harry wasn't certain, but he had a feeling that there was more that the Hufflepuff wanted to say, but the dangerous glint, that had been there the whole time, filled the blue eyes making them glow with menace. What he did know was that right at that moment the werewolf… even without the full moon… had almost taken control of the wizard to make its point. A point Harry knew the Hufflepuff would keep, even as the hybred werewolf stalked up across the grounds.
Protego Animus = To Protect the Soul
A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter... and there is one more short one plus the last one to come... but I can't promise when those will be posted! But it will be as soon as I can! I promise!
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