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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ok, fair warning, my beta is stuck with her Uni - so this chapter is not checked by her.
Again - sorry for my not so good English :) If someone wants/have time to step in and help her let me know please. Thanks <3
Also, since I'm way ahead of my beta I'm posting 2 chapters today. If you didn't read previous one, you might get confused with this one ;)
REVELATIONS
Snape was about to say something else, but sudden change in her posture, forced him to reconsider. She became extremely cautious, listening and glaring. Suddenly, she waved her hand hissing
- Stay quiet. –
He found himself gliding towards the wall, where he was pinned, unable to move. She waved her hand again and he felt tingle of charm. Katya was standing in the middle of the room glancing franticly. His eyes widened as glowing disc appeared, and young man stepped out of it, golden glowing strands connecting him to the disc. He could understand why they described her as woman with wings.
Young man scanned the room with his eyes quickly; it appeared that he did not notice him.
- What are you doing here sweetie? How…? –
- Katy! – young man cried – Tira opened the portal, we don’t have much time. –
- If they catch you… -
- They won’t. I had..., I had to come, this is too important. They lied to you. –
- Sweetie. Go, go before you land yourself and Tira in trouble. – she whispered, fear in her voice almost palatable
- No. –
- They always lie, sweetie. –
- Look! – he shoved some papers in her hand. She sat on bed and read them, shaking her head – They didn’t lie to me sweetie, they did not tell the whole truth but they didn’t lie. -
- But he is not… -
- No, he’s not. Either way, you know as well as I do, our kind and his kind don’t mix. Sweetie, nothing I could do then, or do it now for that matter. –
- They are up to something; Katy do not come back. When you finish here, find a way to stay. –
- Sweetie… -
- They won’t let you go, they won’t! You are the only five we have in over 20 years. They will not let you live if … -
- Sweetie, what am I supposed to do here? No, when I’m done, I’m going home. –
- Your life will be in danger. – young man looked worried, almost desparate. She just grinned, a sly grin worthy of Slytherin
- When I was learning about this place…don’t you remember me explaining you the term “blaze of glory”? –
- Don’t. Stay here. – repeated young man pleadingly – Did you meet him? –
- I did. –
- Why are you in jail? –
- I materialized in the middle of the war, out of nowhere. This was expected. –
- How long you gonna stay? – she shrugged as answer – Stay here. I’m serious, just stay. I must go, or they going to find out. –
- Go, and don’t come back. You and Tira, erase your minds. Go now. – she hugged the young man affectionately, squeezing him tightly – Go and be happy. –
The youth nodded and returned to the light, disc disappeared. Snape watched as she read papers again, then buried face in her palms. Her voice rasped as words glided from her lips
- My luck, just my luck. –
He was about to start wondering did she forgotten about him, when suddenly, with one wave of her hand he was free. Face still buried in her palms she uttered brokenly
- I’ll answer your damn questions. Every single one of them. But not now. I just want to be alone now. Just leave, please. –
Knowing that this moment, the moment of weakness he could exploit, but something inside stopped him. He nodded and left the room, leaving the woman in the throes of pure, undiluted despair.
He hastily paced to his room, unconcise that he is twirling lighter among his fingers. He continued pacing inside his room. Putting the pieces of puzzle together, he missed few more parts that are crucial.
- Cigarettes. – he mumbled, tapping a cold metal of Zippo to his lips – She is magically strong, but she acts like a muggle...the boy…what is her connection to the boy? How did he appear here? –
Sitting in the chair, he continued plying with the liter, flicking it to light up and closing the cap then flicking it up again.
- Ok Severus, think now. What do you know so far about her? – he started to play with lighter again. He understood now how woman showed up in the Shack in the first place. That confirmed her insane story about parallel plane.
Combining what she told him with her conversation with the boy. Paranoia in him made him doubt what he witnessed, but concern in her voice was genuine same as fear in the boys. From all that he could combine, she was manipulated, lied so she could end up here, and wherever she was from – she was in a life-threatening situation. Even if she was here under the means of manipulation, she could still be dangerous to them. Except…
She did not sound like a spy, willing or unwilling. If he had to name her behavior, he would call her revolutionary. Digging through the brain, gathering all the knowledge about muggles, she would fit guerrilla soldier or anarchist; freedom fighters were notoriously opposed to the systems.
-   Why do I see her as anarchist? What did she tell the boy? “When I was learning about this place…don’t you remember me explaining you the term “blaze of glory”?”. Blaze of glory…where did I hear that? – he flicked the lighter again – Blaze of glory… -
Focusing on the flame, he frowned. If he put aside all facts, his own actions needed thorough scrutiny as well. He missed an excellent opportunity, one that he would not miss before. He took pity on the woman. She reminded him of himself, her despair, her stoicism, her situation. Maybe he was not the best person to do this, his own emotions, still raw after his miraculous survival were getting in the way. He could detect change in him, but had not time to explore it. Rage was diminished, he could handle it, control it. Place inside him filled with anger, despair, all that was his main motivator, and that kept him alive through the years, all that drove him on the thin edge of suicide…that place was replaced with huge emptiness.
Reaching for cigarette he swore, he left them in her cell.
- Should I go now? Maybe that is the right way. She can play the game but she is not manipulator, not more than any other woman. She clearly cared for the boy and that Tira person. Merlin’s balls, Poppy! How could I be so blind! –
Pulling out the bottle of firewiskey and two glasses, he put the Zippo in to the pocket of his frock coat and walked to her cell. He pushed the door open she was sitting in the nook, staring at sky. Even if there were no tearstains on her face, voice was hoarse
- I told you, I’m not in a mood to talk. You will get your bloody answers tomorrow. –
- I left my cigarettes here. Also, - he placed glasses and fill them – I thought that you could use this. – he offered her a glass.
She turned to him, and took the glass with nod. Whites of her eyes were bloodshot, but eyes were dry and almost dead. She was watching him carefully, he sat in the chair taking a cigarette and lighting it, taking a sip from his glass. Smoking in silence, sipping firewiskey he played with lighter. She fixed her gaze on his hands.
- It’s a gift. –
- What? –
- The lighter. The only living relative, from my father’s side, well live at that time, gave it to me when I finished Hogwarts. –
- Good or bad memory? –
- Just memory, they are all important, good and bad alike. – Snape felt strange, aware that this conversation is tactics, he still felt uncomfortable sharing even this piece of insignificant information. She just nodded.
- Thank you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for this. – she waved with glass. He just nodded and took another gulp from his glass – What, no questions? –
- No, not today. You are of no use to me in your current mental state. –
- How the hell can you know what my mental state is? – she hissed
- You are the one screaming in my face how well you know me. Figure it out. – he downed his glass, took few cigarettes from the box – I’ll leave this here too. We will talk tomorrow. –
Hand was on the door-knob when she spoke, he turned but Katya was already staring through the window.
- They don’t know, don’t understand. Don’t they? –
- Understand what? –
- One can walk, talk, breathe, shag… - he frowned and she huffed - Don’t act like it is offensive word, if you can do it you might as well be able to say it. One can do all those things and still be dead. They say, “If you stare in to abys long enough, abys will stare back”. They are wrong. Abys stares at you instantly. It is not the question when its gonna return the stare. –
- What is the question? –
- What color of the eyes said stare would have? – she whispered
- What color of the eyes yours abys has? –
- I’m looking at it… - she trailed off.
He let the room and almost run to his, scaring Polkins in process. He rushed to the window and tried to trace the line of her gaze, surprised to see that she was looking at pale blue-gray line of the sky.
- Merlin, I honestly hope that she never stumbles at Malfoys. – mumbled
- Sir… - quivering voice made him spun around. Polkins was standing on the door, blinking
- Mr. Polkins, tell our Minister that I had some revelations today, and I must think about what I learned. I need my peace tonight. Polkins, I left bottle of firewiskey and pack of muggle cigarettes with prisoner. –
- But Sir, … -
- Mr. Polkins, I was under the impression that I have cart blanch how I conduct this interrogation. – he tossed the galleon to the Auror – See that you get five packs of muggle cigarettes by lunch tomorrow. -
- Yes, Sir. – stuttered Auror and disappeared behind door.
Hours later, in the pitch dark of the night, Snape sat in his bead, surging upwards from his sleep. Aggressive melody swirling in his brain
- Merlin’s balls, she is insane. – he flopped back to the pillow – She is an anarchist, just not for us. The “blaze of glory”. Why me? What does she want from me? –
He lay in bed staring in the ceiling, aware that sleep will not come to him again this night.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Polkins walked in to a room and picked up untouched tray with her breakfast.
- Are you all right Miss, do you have need for medi-witch? –
- No. Thank you. – she answered with flat tone. Auror just nodded and left her alone. Door clicked again and Snape walked in
- You are a hypocrite Miss. Katya. – he scolded instead of the greeting, sitting in to the chair. She narrowed her eyes, his skin looked shadowed and his eyes circled with tired lines.
- Poisons, physical harm, mental torture. – she mumbled – Insults are bad interrogating tactic. –
- The blaze of glory? – he raised his eyebrow
- I did not expect from you to understand the phrase. It appears that you did not completely abandoned your muggle heritage. Ask your questions, I gave you my word and I’m gonna stick to it. I’m in no mood for games. –
- It was nice piece of magic yesterday. –
- Mhm, do you want to see a neat trick? – she glanced at him beneath the drape of eyelashes. He motioned her to proceed.
Katya filled the glass with water and moved her hand, palm facing the celling. Water floated upward and formed a large bubble, in the middle of the bubble picture appeared, Wizengamot was in session. Crackling noise filled the room, sound of argument about Werewolf rights flowing through the air. She motioned again, palm facing the ground, and water returned to the glass.
- As you can see, if I wanted to spy on your Ministry, your presence is not necessary. I can do it with ease. Our magic is different, same in its core, but we…manipulate it with much more force. –
- How different? –
- We use elements, nature that surround us; we exploit it to our advantage. –
- Is five high or low for your skill? –
- Your memory is amazing, as well as your observation skills. – she grinned, her mind racing, realizing that she will go through entire conversation with him – There are four basic elements in nature: earth, fire, water and air. Fifth element, among most common is essence. There are other, rarer, elements; but manipulating them, comes with a price. The number of elements we have aptitude for, ranks each of us. Me being five, to put is simply I have aptitude to manipulate all five of most common elements. –
- So not all of you can manipulate all elements. –
- We can, up to the point. But, having an aptitude… -
- I know what aptitude means. – he cut her off sharply
- Then why asking a stupid question? – she growled, aware what he wanted to know. Small crack in his armor, the lighter story gave her a footing she needed to progress further. – The boy you’ve seen yesterday, he is a solid four, and that is high, most of us is two on the scale. –
- About the boy…. –
- Would you like to know what your rank is? – ginned, he raised an eyebrow
- I believe you said that our magic is different. –
- My bad, it is the same at its core; we just approach magic in different way. – she stood up and grabbed his hand, feeling the muscles tense under her touch, she marveled is control. Pulling him up in standing position, she smiled, backing few steps – Let me demonstrate. -
She turned her palm upwards and the dirt from the ground leaped to her hand, transforming in to a soft peat. Suddenly, peat burst in to flames. She played with flames, rolling them from one hand to the other. Cupping her hands, she put them together, distinguishing the flames. Keeping the palms together, she opened them they were full of water. Grinning widely when he flinched as she tossed the water at him, blowing slightly in air. Soft snowflakes fell on his hair and face. She was carefully watching his still, impassive face, looking for the tiniest signs of reaction, but she could not see them. Approaching him again, she reached for his hands, tugging them towards her and turning his palms up
- Don’t pull back. – ordered him
- Why? –
- You don’t want to turn this room in to a lake, or send a ball of fire through the door. Just stand still, you will feel the vibrations of magic. – warned him, placing her palms just an inch from his. Feeling the thug of magic, she removed her hands – Just let it happen. –
She observed as dirt from the ground changed in to a peat, then flicked in to flames. Nearly sighing loudly at the intensity of the fire he produced, she did have a soft spot for that element. Flames disappeared and small amount of water filled his palms, dripping on the floor. Suddenly, water vanished and strong twirls of air danced above his palms gaining velocity before disappearing. She nearly basked in the crackling magic in the air, marveling the sensation and intensity.
“He is powerful. Powerful beyond his comprehension.”
Stepping between his outstretched hands, so close that they were nearly touching, propped herself on her toes and gently placed her palms at his temples. She could sense his struggle to remain calm and on the same spot.
“Good boy.” purred her mind. Stepping away from him, pointed at chair
- Very nice. You are solid four and a half. –
- Am I? – he smirked
- Mhm, the strongest points are fire and essence. Weakest point is earth element. –
- About the boy… -
- Do you have friends? – asked and he blinked
- I was a spy. –
- Even spies have someone they care for. –
- I have useful connections. –
- And I have my teddy bear. – she mocked him – Your Minister seems to like you. That kid, Harvey… -
- Harry – he corrected her automatically, name sipped from his lips like a curse
- Yeah, that’s the one. I keep forgetting that kid’s name. He thinks great deal about you. The girl respects you. –
- Miss. Granger respects authority and knowledge, not me. –
- Oooooooo she does respects you. You just happen to have authority and knowledge. Poppy is very fond of you. –
- Poppy is … Poppy. – he replied dryly
- Your ability to share is…heartwarming. –
- About the boy? –
- The boy was in training with me. He is sweet and naïve. He is also reckless, placing himself and Tira in great deal of danger, risking their lives. Risking losing his Prize. –
- His but not Tira’s. –
- Tira was never candidate for The Prize; she is in a whole different trouble as it is. –
- And that is? – she smiled at his casual tone of voice
“Slick bastard.” – I told you that there are other elements, but that manipulating them comes with the price. – he nodded – Almost all who can manipulate one of rare elements, like time or space can’t use other elements at all. She is unique, there is only one other person in our world with same ability and he is powerful man, utterly unhappy that she has the same gift. She won’t be able to use her gift for month, maybe two after their stunt from yesterday. That particular gift drains you. She is extremely vulnerable now. But, having a rare gift exclude you from The Prize. -
- What is the prize? –
- Complicated question. – she huffed – You should know great deal about my world to understand The Prize program. –
- We have time… -
- After lunch and cigarettes. – she smiled – That is not the light story. –
- And what about him? – he raised the eyebrow
- What about Lily? – she mirrored his expression, just a tiniest twitch in the corner of the eye revealed how upsetting this question was for him. After moment of silence he raised from the chair
- After lunch. –
She was alone again, curling at the nook and gazing in to the sky, allowing the ghost of a smile to liner on her lips.
“I’ve got you.”
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