Originally posted by H. S. 6
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Well, I could have made this post longer, but seeing as it is already decently long, I decided to cut it off at an arguably odd spot. Oh well. Think of this as part I of II. 🏴☠️
Originally posted by H. S. 6
[...]The man’s name was Lucius Malfoy. A string of loud curses erupted from him, yelling seemingly at the house itself. His speech was slurred, his eyes drooping, and for the first time that night, he could feel the past year of his life catching up to him.
Azkaban had left its mark.
The man pulled his hood up again, and staggered back to the door. “Let… me… IN!” he shouted between rasps, pounding the door with his hand.
After a moment of relative silence (the storm continued to rage around the lone house), the door opened just slightly. A wand emerged from the gap, pointing at the mad man outside.
There was another moment of no noise. Lucius continued to breathe heavily, staring at the man in the gap of the door, face contorted in a mix of anger and madness.
Finally, the door opened, revealing another robed man and a room devoid of any sort of comfortable furniture. The man looked at the other before him, opening his mouth to speak. Before he could, however, Lucius leaped at him. He tackled the man in the house.
The two landed in a struggling mass on the floor. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but then there was another flash of brilliant light. Lucius was, once again, thrown backwards. He crashed into the far wall of the room.
“What are you—you idiot! Fool! What are you doing here? How—” started the man. He brushed strands of greasy black hair irritably from his eyes, which flashed dangerously. Raising his wand, he spoke again, slowly this time. “You’ve escaped. The Dementors…” His voice was an eerie draw. Quietly, he approached Lucius, who was sitting up against the wall, muttering under his breath. His hair was everywhere, in his face and his eyes. He was staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, rocking slightly back and forth.
There was a pause, and Lucius finally moved his eyes from the ceiling, settling them on the pale-skinned man before him as if seeing him for the first time. He blinked once, and uttered a single word.
“Severus…”
Snape’s black eyes flickered up and down the pitiful body of his fellow Death Eater. He was silent—dangerously silent. His mouth was a line of concentration, his features set and determined. Finally, after a minute of this, he lowered his wand, but still grasped it in his hand.
“He’ll know.” In the dim light of a sole candle in the corner of the room, Snape could see Lucius’s eyes bulge with fear.
“I-I know,” he stuttered, still looking up at Snape from his position on the floor. “That’s why I came here. I thought you would—” And then, curiously, he stopped speaking altogether. His insane eyes narrowed, and then shut. After a pause, his body began to shake violently.
“You’ve… killed him!” He cried between convulsions. “He’ll…DIE… because… you…” Lucius opened his eyes and screamed out in agony, as if someone had just burned him with a white-hot fire poker.
“Enough!” ordered Snape. With a flick of his wand, Lucius rose eerily from the ground. He moved to a standing position in mid-air, levitating several inches off the ground. “You are mad from Azkaban,” sneered Snape. “The Dark Lord will know you’ve escaped—”
“EVERYONE!” shouted Lucius suddenly, and then added, “Everyone escaped.” He grinned sadistically. “Not just me.”
Snape growled in irritation at the sight of the man. Azkaban had cracked him; that much was certain. The Dark Lord would not be happy…
“That isn’t important. It was bound to happen sooner or later, what with the Dementors on our side. The Ministry couldn’t have held it for long. Does He know?”
Lucius took a moment before shaking his head ‘no.’ “It happened tonight. I got out—only hours ago, it was.”
Snape sighed with bitter resignation. “Then you’ll come with me to see—”
“NO!” Lucius wailed. He began to sob again, “He’ll kill him!” he screamed. “He’ll… KILL…” And then Lucius broke into such body-shaking sobs that he could no longer speak.
While his wailing continued, Snape remained sneering. The Dark Lord would know by morning—if he already did not—that Azkaban was no longer harboring any prisoners; in other words, the Death Eaters that remained there would no longer have a ready excuse not to see him once again. However, Snape had a sick feeling in his stomach that he knew what Severus was struggling to say.
Finally, after Lucius’s sobs had become a whisper compared to what they were, Snape spoke. “I can do nothing for the boy,” he pronounced carefully. “He wouldn’t have done it, and the Dark Lord’s orders were clear. The mission had to be fulfilled, or else the work your son had done during the year would have amounted to nothing. Draco knows where he stands—he knows what could happen; you don’t need to worry about that.”
There was a moment of silence to let this information sink in. Lucius looked up with bulging, fearful eyes, and then, in a whisper barely audible over the rumble of thunder outside, said, “Where is he?”
“Draco is with Him. The Dark Lord has ordered that the boy stay—”
Lucius’s eyes narrowed, his lips turning to a sour frown. “Where is he?!”
“If you would let me finish, I would…” Snape started.
“That isn't who I mean,” he said. And curiously, Lucius’s frown transformed to a smile—an ugly, smug, insane smile. “You know,” he declared, and then broke into a fit of mad laughs. “You KNOW!” he gleefully hollered.
“Oh…” he continued. “will He be mad when he has found out—”
Snape waved his wand, and Lucius was instantly silenced.
*****
It was happening again. Harry could see himself, standing yards away. There was a never-ending blackness around him; the air twisted and swirled around him, convoluting as if in a great wind, although he could feel nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing. All he could see was himself; or rather, an imitation of himself, for he knew—although he couldn’t tell how he knew—that he had a body here. He could move no limbs, nor see any, but he could tell somehow that the Harry Potter that stared at him now with unblinking eyes was not him specifically, but yet a pale replication of his own self.
There was an unexpected flash of brilliant white light, and suddenly, Harry felt he was alive again. His surrounding was no longer of strict darkness; in fact, it was completely opposite. All around him was blinding white, as if he was standing on the horizon of a great star. He could suddenly hear and feel again. He whirled about, wondering where he was.
And then the screams started. They were loud, terrible. They flowed about the atmosphere around him, tormenting him. He began to run. He fled, pumping unseen legs. After seconds or days he didn’t know, but soon Harry could see that reflection of himself, moving ever-farther away, even as he ran as fast he could. Once he knew he wouldn’t reach it, he closed his eyes, opening a non-existent mouth in a silent scream.
His body was on fire. The light was closing in—no, the darkness. It was suffocating. There was nothing around him. Nothing—nobody—in this world to help him. He thought his body would break, and then…
He snapped upright in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. He was gasping for air; his heart pounded in his ribcage, fighting, it seemed, to escape. His body was hot and his head was bursting with pain. His scar seemed to be on fire; it burned so to sear the flesh on his forehead. He cried out a moment, and then held it in agony.
Finally, after a minute of this, his breathing had slowed and the fire in his skull had lessened to an insistent ache. He calmed, and just as he realized he had been dreaming, and he now sat in a bed across the room from a snoring Ron Weasley, there was a loud CRACK. It sounded as if it had come from just outside the bedroom window.
Without hesitating, Harry pulled off the covers and leaped out of the bed, moving to the only window in the upstairs room, and throwing it open. The room had become quite loud by now, as when the strange noise occurred, it set the previously-sleeping form of the owl Pigwidgeon to screeching. Pig was now circling the room, hooting and hollering in its shrill owl’s voice. This caused Hedwig to wake, who looked about the room with a indignant stare.
“Silencio!” muttered Harry, aiming his wand at the small bird fluttering wildly around the room near the ceiling. At once, the screeching stopped; Pig looked confused for a moment, and continued to hover above Harry.
By then, Ron had woken. He was sitting up with groggy eyes. “Wha…?” he mumbled aloud.
“Nothing, Ron. Somebody… I just thought I heard something. Go back to sleep,” answered Harry, but truly his mind was racing. Had someone just Disapparated outside the house? But why now? The sun hadn’t even risen yet; the dark was a deep blue, almost black, and from beyond the veil of space hundreds of stars sparkled and twinkled. Why would somebody leave now?
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Well, I got to do a trippy dream sequence. 😄
Look out for Part II soon!
OK. I've been following this story since the beginning, but I've never had time to comment until now.
I quote "While his wailing continued, Snape remained sneering. The Dark Lord would know by morning—if he already did not—that Azkaban was no longer harboring any prisoners; in other words, the Death Eaters that remained there would no longer have a ready excuse not to see him once again. [B]However, Snape had a sick feeling in his stomach that he knew what Severus was struggling to say[/B]"
that last sentence..isn't snape severus..like, isn't he the same person??
and..I got a little confused during the dream part and all, but all is well. 🙂 Keep it up, yo.
😎 peace 🤘 out. 😛 hehehe.
Originally posted by Barker
Pouble Dost 😐When are you going to get a real Title?
As soon as I know what's going to happen in the meat of the story/end of the story. 😛
Originally posted by iluvhpsomuch1_7
*clap* *clap* bravo bravo. You are an amazing writer. How you write this well is amazing to me. I love it so much.
Thanks!
Originally posted by lalalander
OK. I've been following this story since the beginning, but I've never had time to comment until now.
I quote "While his wailing continued, Snape remained sneering. The Dark Lord would know by morning—if he already did not—that Azkaban was no longer harboring any prisoners; in other words, the Death Eaters that remained there would no longer have a ready excuse not to see him once again. [B][B]However, Snape had a sick feeling in his stomach that he knew what Severus was struggling to say[/B]"that last sentence..isn't snape severus..like, isn't he the same person??
and..I got a little confused during the dream part and all, but all is well. 🙂 Keep it up, yo.
😎 peace 🤘 out. 😛 hehehe. [/B]
Thanks. The dream part was supposed to be confusing, but maybe it was in a way I hadn't intended. 😛
Dammit... that sentence should say, "...that he knew what Lucius was struggling to say." Thanks for pointing that out! 😄