Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*******DISCLAIMER********JK Rowling owns all characters and
locations
A/N: I am sorry about all the cliff-hangers I
leave y’all with – perhaps I should change my name to CliffieQueen or
something? Probably just my Slytherin
nature asserting itself…my hubby decided the other day that he was a
Hufflepuff, can you believe that? I
think it’s b/c English is his 2nd language and all (he thinks the
word “Hufflepuff” is hilarious), but what a dork! You wonder why I don’t update more
often? I have a Czech Hufflepuff
breathing down my neck!
Miepje – you are so funny! That last review cracked me
up. No worries, I would never leave a
fellow Housemate hanging or perform a hex.
Unless you’re in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? *raises wand threateningly*
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Hermione screamed as the light raced towards Severus,
forgetting that she was supposed to lie quiet and play dead. The massive black dragon twisted to look
down, obviously recognizing the scream as being hers, and the Curse barely
grazed his hide as a result. Dolohov
aimed another spell at him, and missed again; this time, it was because
Hermione had performed the Impediment Curse upon him, knocking him off of his
feet. In a flash, Bellatrix Lestrange
swiveled to send a hex at her and she managed to roll to one side just in
time. As she dodged another Curse, she
saw Lucius panting and pushing himself off of the ground, his long pale hair
tangled and dirty. His screams of pain
had torn at her heart, and she resolved to cause Bellatrix all the pain she
could muster.
The witches circled, crouched with their wands at the
ready. Somewhere off to the side, Albus
and Voldemort were squaring off, and Hermione didn’t know where Harry had
gotten to. The tall Death Eater sneered
at her. “Shagging the pair of them, are
you, Mudblood?” She cackled in
satisfaction at seeing Hermione flush in anger.
“Wanted to get yourself full up with not only a Halfblood, but a
Pureblood as well…you little slut. Spreading
your legs for those two traitors won’t elevate you from the gutter no matter
how hard you let them fuck you. Narcissa
had the right idea, leaving that pile of trash to an even bigger heap of refuse
such as yourself.”
Don’t react, don’t let
her bother you, it’s fine…it’s fine-stay calm, Hermione thought hard to
herself, nearly beside herself with rage as the other woman catalogued both
Severus and Lucius’ faults as men, wizards, and lovers. Don’t
listen, don’t don’t don’t. But she
couldn’t help it, feeling sick as Bellatrix recited just what she had done with
Severus the last time Voldemort was displeased with him.
“And let’s not forget Lucius! You should have seen your precious toy then,
Mudblood slime. You should have seen
when Dolohov bent him over and let the others take turns – some of the screams
were almost like the ones you were just hearing…a bit higher, though…” She hit Hermione directly in the chest with a
Freezing Spell when the young witch’s face contorted in rage and she became
distracted. Hermione crumpled to the
ground, unable to move anything except for her eyes, unable to do anything
other than watch as Bellatrix came to stand over her. “Now, I’ll send you to that special place
where all the polluted mixed-breeds go when they die….hell,” she screeched,
spittle flying from her mouth. Hermione
watched in horror as a wand was pointed directly at her face. “Avada Kedav-”
A male voice had joined hers in the recitation, and the
green flash of light blinded Hermione, who thought she was dying. So this
is what it looks like. As her vision
cleared, she realized she was trapped beneath Bellatrix’s dead body, and Lucius
was calling out to her hysterically.
“Lu….I’m here, I’m okay,” she stuttered as the spell was lifted; she was
helped to her feet and clasped in his strong arms immediately. “Oh, sweetheart…you’re hurt,” she cried,
touching his cheek lightly. Lucius’
handsome face was marred by a gash on one temple, but he pushed her hands away.
“Go find the other Aurors, lovey – and stay with them! Look, here’s
Severus come to reprimand you.” Sure
enough, she was almost knocked from her feet when the Horntail nudged her in
the small of her back. He bugled a
greeting and butted her again – yes, that was her Severus glaring at her. She stroked the surprisingly soft scales of
his nose in apology as he hissed to Lucius, who nodded at once. “Here, I’ll take you to Shacklebolt…Severus
saw him not far away…but we’ve got to find Potter and get him to where…he… is.
Stand back,” he ordered, and she obeyed without thought, backing into
Severus’ flared wings which curled about her slightly. Lucius knelt for a moment, then arched his
back and flung out his arms. His form
seemed to shimmer, then change – arms elongated and became scaled wings, his
legs thickened and grew talons…in moments she was facing a large Chinese
Fireball. As Severus had a color
difference in his Animagus form, so did Lucius – instead of red scales, his
were a gleaming silver.
Despite the situation, Hermione sighed as she looked at her
two Slytherins – even their Animagus forms were sexy! She was allowed one dragon-cuddle each, then
Severus carefully curled his mouth around the back of her shirt (ever careful
not to hook a razor sharp tooth in her) and lifted her to Lucius’ back. She gripped her wand tightly and patted each
scaly muzzle in front of her. “Okay–
let’s get this over with,” she informed them.
They hissed to each other, then Lucius crouched to launch himself into
the air – he sprang up, his powerful wings flapping while she hung on for dear
life. He would never dream of dropping
her, she knew that, but she hadn’t exactly ever actually ridden a dragon before … He
deposited her with a cluster of Aurors who goggled at them, and took off after
nuzzling her affectionately one last time and almost setting her sweater afire
with his breath. “Lucius,” she explained
to their startled faces.
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Severus winged over to intercept Lucius. He couldn’t believe
that Hermione was actually here with them, in the most danger she’d ever
face. He was angry, yes…but he was also
very proud that their tiny little witch would be fighting alongside them. If she’d been in Slytherin, she would have
been on another continent by now. Lucius’
silvery form swooped over beside him as they searched the ground with their
night vision for any sign of The Chosen One.
He’d better be able to do this,
Severus thought angrily. The Mage Fire
would help, that was a certainty, but Potter had to be the one to kill
him. He hissed to Lucius when he saw the
miserable brat staggering about in the woods, and dived for him. Of course,
Potter tried to hex them before they had a chance to talk to him in
Parseltongue – when he understood, his eyes widened and he hastened onto
Lucius’ back. Severus, being still full
of the Mage Fire, couldn’t come into contact with anyone for protracted lengths
of time; he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t incinerate them and he had been extremely
nervous at Hermione’s cuddling and kisses.
While they were something to enjoy in any form, he wasn’t about to risk
her life.
Lucius and Potter stayed aloft as he folded his wings and
dove straight down towards the battle near the end of the town. Dumbledore, despite having been weakened by
the destruction of that Horcrux, was putting up an excellent offense and
Severus could see the desperation on Voldemort’s face. He passed close enough to clip his former
Master and knock him off balance (he must be really in dire straits if he
didn’t even sense him coming!) and motioned for Albus to run for cover. The Headmaster stared at him in disbelief
then did as ordered, hiking his robes up over his knees and making a break for
it while Severus let out a burst of Fire to cover the old man’s retreat. Voldemort cursed at him, his white skin even
paler than normal with fear. He winged
up higher to circle around and blast the dark wizard again, but at the height
of his turn a Curse struck him directly, slicing neatly through the membrane of
his right wing and triggered the transformation.
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Lucius roared in horror and rage as his friend began the
roll that would take him back to another pass at Voldemort and was struck by
the bolt of sickly yellow light. It
punched through one wing, knocking Severus off balance but that wasn’t all….it
was forcing the transformation! The
Hungarian Horntail’s form dissolved into Severus Snape, who remained aloft for
a microsecond before beginning to fall, black robes fluttering. He could dimly see the group of Aurors racing
towards where Dumbledore had taken himself, looking up and watching the whole
scene play out. It seemed as if Severus
was falling in slow motion, eyes wide with surprise at finding himself on his
back in mid-air and plummeting towards the ground. His friend desperately tried to roll over,
his robes beginning to ignite from the Mage Fire still locked within his body,
and Lucius stared helplessly as Severus tried to shift back to dragon
form. Just as he was closing his eyes to
keep from viewing the death of his closest friend, the transformation took…and
held. A mere hand’s span from the
ground, the dragon beat his wings to ascend once more. His right wing was still sorely damaged; he
had regained height only by use of forgetting the excruciating pain he must be
in, thought Lucius. He felt Harry
collapse against his neck in relief, and that reminded him that they weren’t
through by any means. Hissing a warning
and circling over by each other, the two dragons prepared to make their final
descent, down to face Voldemort.
The Aurors raced to form a ragged circle around the deadly
wizard and placed a ring of wards around him.
He raged and struck at the protective spells, which slowly weakened as
he sent blast after blast at his would-be captors. His red eyes narrowed as the two dragons
landed, fanning their massive wings so that he was effectively hemmed in, and a
trickle of uncertainly visibly went through him at the sight of Harry Potter
jumping lightly to the ground in front of him, wand drawn. Lucius drew in one last deep breath before
inclining his head to Severus, who loosed a jet of Mage Fire directly at
Voldemort. The Fire rushed around him,
eating at the defensive spells that the dark wizard had thrown up and swirled
in a beautiful, deadlier-than-deadly spiral towards Harry. Lucius reached out with his magic and began
to deflect it away from the young wizard, who had thrown up his hands in
despair for his life. His shield began
to be eaten away by the Mage Fire and he felt himself shifting back into human
form, not having the strength to maintain the shield and his Animagus form at
the same time.
The wards maintained by the Aurors flickered wildly, but
held fast – they could vaguely hear the cries of the witches and wizards beyond
the circle, but Lucius didn’t dare turn his head to look for his beloved.
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Severus fought to keep the Mage Fire from consuming the
other two Order members, trying to keep it concentrated on Voldemort who was
crouching, whirling desperately to find a break in the Fire’s flow. He directed Harry to start his assault, and
the young man lifted his wand to begin assailing the evil wizard with every
spell he knew. Severus could see how
Lucius was struggling with the shield, and let himself transform back into his
regular form – his arm ached like nothing he’d ever experienced, and it was
agony keeping it lifted to direct the Fire’s flow. He reached out to help Lucius bolster the
shield, sweat beading on his forehead from the sheer effort of it…there was the
tiniest break in the flow, and Voldemort struck through it to them. A shimmering bead of red pulsed through the
shield to its guardians, causing both of them to nearly break the circle. Lucius fell to his knees as it touched him
again, and Severus pushed with all his might to re-direct it through the break,
and back to its creator. Voldemort
screamed as his body re-absorbed it, and some of Harry’s Curses began to strike
him.
With a last surge of strength that caused the Mage Fire to
rip through his body violently, he sent out a concentrated burst of energy to
lash around Voldemort – it seized him much like a whip would, and thanks to
Harry’s spell work, the dark wizard was too weakened to stop it. He was reduced to a pile of white-hot ash,
the Mage Fire spiraling skyward with a booming roar…as it reached its
impossibly high peak, it began to snap backwards, back into the body of the
wizard that had called it into being.
Severus was rooted to the spot, watching the spiraling, liquid mass coming
for him – as the first tendrils slammed into him, his robes sparked hotly. When the main body of the Fire reached him,
the robes ignited with a whoosh that filled his ears…he vaguely heard screaming
and wondered who it was…
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