Oh, my goodness. I should be working on so many other stories, but Alice will not leave me alone. I know the beginning, I know how I want it to end, but the middle is eluding me.
Here is hoping that it all comes together.
This story is another in an extensive line of stories that wish, hope, and pray to be written into existence, but with my inability to sit long enough to pay attention and write even a few paragraphs, it is terribly slow going. I am also working, trying to improve my youtube channel and reselling on ebay and whatnot.
Snaperipper is a terribly busy girl.
My eyes are a bit blurry this evening, so I will need to spell check and edit before this gets posted. Please forgive me for anything that I miss.
These stories and characters are not owned by me. J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyers own them separately. Any characters you recognize are theirs, anyone you do not is mine.
When Twilight Falls
Hadn't the saying gone "April Showers, Bring May Flowers?" In Forks, Washington all that it brought was more rain. The greenness of the landscape was lovely, the mist that covered the land was ethereal, sometimes mystical, or magical if you really push it. It could really be a lovely place, but it was always damp. Nothing ever dried fully. There was always a damp smell in the buildings and shops that she frequented and spending several years here had not made acclimating to it any easier.
She really should be used to this weather. Their whole reason for moving to the Pacific Northwest was to be able to go out during the daytime hours, and the only thing that made that possible was the washed out, small town of Forks.
Well, that was exaggerating a bit. It was not that there were no other areas of the state that they could not travel to, or could not move to, but currently they were sticking close to their newest member's family and extended family.
Charlie Swan was the resident Chief of police of Fork's Washington and a nice and humble man. He was also in on the big secrets of their little part of the world. He had taken the shapeshifter teens easily, and the in-laws of his daughter, that looked much younger than himself, but had lived decades longer had taken a bit more for him to understand unquestionably. She wondered how he would take to magic when that invariably arrived in their small town.
Alice knew that she could leave though. She was a recent graduate of Forks Highschool, "Go Spartans."
It would not be unusual to want to travel a bit. Take a gap year, as they would say overseas and see a bit more of the country or even head across the pond and no, that was not a place that she wanted to be right now. It was not the place she needed to be.
She could not help those that needed help over there. When they arrived here, then she could help. Help them begin a new life, a new future, far away from those that would hunt and haunt them.
Haunted:
If the snake did not kill him, the fall would finish him off.
For a few dizzying minutes he believed that everything would be ok. That he had completed his tasks, that the war had been won by the side of the light and that Harry Potter would live to see another day.
He was free to let go. To rest in peace before he began his next great adventure, without the dark mark marring his body and blackening his soul.
But seeing the look on Potter's face when he returned to the shack under his blasted father's invisibility cloak and hearing his whispered words as he tried to stop the flow of blood from Severus's body, wipe away the tears from his eyes and wrap a silver chain around his closed fist before giving a swift kiss to his forehead and saying the words to activate the portkey that he had provided him with. He knew that all was lost.
He landed in a forest.
Somewhere lush and green, with the underlying scent of rain, decaying leaf matter and moldering trees.
The ground beneath him was a carpet of moss and if his landing had not been so sudden and so jarring as to take most of his remaining breath from him, he might have appreciated the surrounding flora, but that was not the case.
He knew that his life would be measured in breaths, and he did not have many more of those left. He would die alone. Somewhere, he had no idea where, where his body if found would remain unidentified and if unfound, would decay and decompose here in this lush forest with only the local animals to witness it. He did not know whether to thank Potter in his final breaths or curse him.
He looked to the sky, hoping for a glimpse of blue, of white clouds or even a friendly hallucination of an old friend or enemy to usher him to hell and to his afterlife.
What he was not expecting was to hear someone or something running swiftly towards him, to see not the clouds above him or a hint of green eyes, but a curious shade of gold eyes surrounded by spiky black hair and an almost Faye looking face.
A face paler than his own. The touch of a hand, ice cold, but gentle against his cheek and the softly whispered words in his ear. "Fate is not done with you yet Professor, you will live to see his last wish carried out and gain everything that you have ever hoped and dreamed of."
With those almost prophetic words, his eyes opened more widely. He caught the glint of sharpened teeth and flinched when on the side of his neck that was not destroyed by Riddle's murderous beast, was swiftly bitten before his last breath was taken.
