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Dark Souls, The Journey Home	By : shellylynnc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks to JK for the use of her characters. I’d love to really use Snape but I’m just borrowing him.
You know which ones are mine...

Harry was thunderstruck! Professor Snape had led him right to Voldemort! She hadn’t switched
sides after all!

“Oh yes, you have pleassssed me as I knew you would. Dumbledore is a fool to believe that you
sssspy for him and his sssilly little Order.” The smile on Voldemort’s hollow face was full of evil
and hatred. His fingers cracked as he flexed his hands into tight fists. “Quite an ingeniousss plan
wouldn’t you say Potter? That old fool played right into my handssss. I knew he would you
know. How I would love to sssee the look on hisss face when he realizes that inssstead of
protecting you, he has sent to right, youryour, deattth.”

Harry moved back a step and reached for his wand only to be stilled by a firm grasp on his arm.
His Dark Arts instructor was leering down at him. Dumbledore had believed in her and she’d
betrayed that trust. The immensity of the situation began to occur to him. Surely now the Dark
Lord was aware of everything the Order was doing. His blood chilled as he realized that
Voldemort must be aware of everyone as well. Granted he and the Potions Master had no love
lost between them, but she’d actually gone so far as to marry him. Before he left Snape had said
‘if you survive’ to her. Did he know what she was planning? Was it a last warning of sorts? Was
he a traitor to the Order as well?

Harry felt his bladder spasm and fought to keep it under control as she ran her wand up his chest
and under his chin, forcing him to face her. He felt his blood rushing to his head, pounding,
throbbing. She smiled slowly, looking down her nose at him,“you’re trembling Harry.” The
professor stepped back and raised her wand. Harry closed his eyes, this is it, he thought. I can’t
believe this is the way it’s supposed to end. He heard the rage in her voice as she shouted,
“Crucio!”

Harry screamed and fell to his knees. His body was unable to breathe for a moment before he
realized that there was no pain. The boy opened his eyes to see Voldemort writhing in his seat.
Gurgling noises came from the Dark Lord’s throat as his bony fingers clenched the arms of the
chair. Potter stood slowly, eyes moving to where Professor Snape stood with her wand aimed at
the man.

“You want to take a turn Harry? Lord knows when youRl gel get another chance,” she said moving
to his side.

Potter took a deep breath, finally able to relax. It took a moment for the adrenaline to stop his
heart from trying to jump from his chest. How stupid can I be? How could I possibly think this
was real? “No, thank you.”

“Are you sure? He’s pretty real don’t you think?”

“Very real. To real,” he looked at the floor while he spoke.

“Good, it’s supposed to be. Ready to go back then?”

“Please,” he said staring at the now inert form of Voldemort.

“Remember to hear the bell, feel the bell, be the bell Harry.” Morgan took the boy by the hand.

Harry found himself sitting back in Professor Snape’s office, sitting on the same pillows he left earlier.
He fought a blush, thankful that he’d not wet his trousers after all.

“Well that was fun wasn’t it?” The boy was white as a sheet as Morgan pulled him to his feet. “Same
time tomorrow. I won’t take you back there for a while ok?”

“All right,” he said. His head bowed slightly while he strode quickly out the door.

Morgan entered her quarters to find her husband engrossed in his favorite Arsenius Jigger book. He
didn’t even glance at her while she poured them some wine and plopped down on the couch.

“And how did Hogwarts most famous boy do with his lessons?”

“Rather good for a start actually. I’m not sure he enjoyed my choices in scenery though.”

Snape looked up at that. “Took him on a little tour did you?”

“Straight into the lair of our evil eyed lord.”

“You took Potter to the Dark Lord?” he asked taken aback.

“Well it wasn’t real was it? And yes, face to face. He forgot it was real for a minute so I played it up
just a bit. I’m afraid he might have been a little out of sorts about it, didn’t want to hex the old guy with
me at all.”

The Potions Master raised his eyebrows at that. He had experienced first hand just how his wife
‘played things up.’ He could only imagine what she meant by ‘just a bit.’ The poor boy was probably
curled in a fetal position in his bed to scared to move. “Perhaps I should have stayed afer all.”

“If you want to see it that badly I’ll be glad to show you.”

Snape stiffened at the thought of entering her mind again. The memory of her dream was still very fresh
in his thoughts, “I believe I will do well enough without thank you.”

            (((((

Morgan continued Harry’s lessons during the week days, around the ever interfering Quiddich practice
of course. She taught him how to focus on the bell to block out any extrasensorstrastractions. To feel
the resonation through his body and settling it in his stomach. Each day she entered his mind, taught him
how to feel her presence. Then she brought him over to hers where she built the world around them
piece by piece. They were making excellent progress, far more than her husband had suspected they
would. After a month he was able to enter her mind on his own and before the end of the school year
he was able to project objects in his mind.

They discussed Occlumency and Legilimency at length. Morgan explained that Legilimency works best
done close up and that was why Voldemort’s presence in his mind was weak.

“How come I see images of his thoughts when he’s entering my mind?” Harry asked.

“”I expect it’s something instinctual in you that draws on his mind. An untrained wizard isn’t usually able
to do that and I doubt the Dark Lord even knows you’re there. When a Legilimence is in your mind
you can follow the path like I showed you. It’s a bridge between two minds, a swinging door. Harry, I
cannot stress to you though that you cannot make any attempt to do that until you’re fully trained. I
would suggest never with the Dark Lord. You can imagine the practice it takes to be able to keep the
pictures in your mind little own to do it while you’re other wise occupied in someone else’s.”

“You do it,” Harry interjected.

“I livedh thh the monks for the greater part of thirteen years. That is a lot of practice.”

The boy gawked at his professor, “you lived there for thirteen years?” At her nod he continued, “that
must have been a pretty lonely place for you.”

Morgan thought about what he said. The years she’d spent with her Master and the others. It was a
strict and rigorous life, but she’d been content. “I find that I’m a solitary person my nature. The
Tantrists are a good people and my Master Gunyan is like a father to me. The solitude helps to cleanse
my soul. They taught me that I need to accept the good and the bad within myself. Well, they tried to
anyway. You know I’m a Death Eater Harry. I’ve done much to tarnish myself. I’ve hurt a lot of
people.”

“But you’ve changed.” The boy studied her intently. “You’re on Dumbledore’s side now. Isn’t that
enough?”

“Some things,” she said bleakly, “haunt you for the rest of your life.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

            (((((

The school year was over a week ago and Morgan hoped that Potter would practice his lessons trough
the summer. Things with her husband were as good as could be expected if not exactly what she’d
hoped for. Sometimes lately, when they were alone she caught him staring at her intently. She’d give
anything to know what was going on behind those dark eyes of his. Snape was so damned unreadable.
He was a good man, her husband, and the more time she spent with him the more she cared. He was
intelligent and compassionate with her. Sometimes he reached out to brush the hair from her face or just
rest his hand on her skin. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, she thought. Oh, but I do.
When those smooth fingers caress the skin of my ankle or even through my nightgown? I’m surprised
he doesn’t notice I stop turning the pages of my book. All I can do is feel, want, need to have more.

Last week she’d gone into town for a new nightdress. The way he’d been looking at her recently made
her wonder if perhaps she’d gotten under his skin after all. Sh217;217;d found a beautiful green silk piece. It
had small straps with a daring decolletage. The material was soft and it clung to her body like a second
skin, slit on the side almost to the top of her thigh. Morgan stared at her reflection in the mirror for a
long time wondering if it was to much. I feel very sexy, she thought as she ran her hands over her
breasts and down the length of the dark silken material. Finally after getting up enough nerve she left her
rooms.

Morgan tried to steady her nerves as she poured herself a glass of wine. Intentionally sitting close to her
husband she propped her feet against the edge of the coffee table, causing the slit in her gown to
expose those long shapely legs Xiomara insisted she had. She turned slightly and leaned against his arm
in at attempt to allow him to view her cleavage. Gods, she hoped he did. The woman paused from
staring at her book for a moment to glance up. Her husband was indeed looking at her, his face soft and
for the most part unreadable. Perhaps a bit sad, almost regretful. He’s so beautiful, she thought unable
to suppress a smile while she gazed into his eyes. Something so simple, she was amazed to feel her
womanhood begin to throb with a mere look. Pulling her knees back to the edge of the couch Morgan
bent them to the left to rest against Snape’s firm thigh. He stiffened slightly and she hoped his body was
responding in the same manner hers was.

“Morgan, we need to talk.”

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