Shadows of the Past | By : VCLM Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Claire Silva stood
before her mirror in her bedroom. She was twenty three years old living alone
in a small flat in Lisbon, Portugal. It was a warm,
clear night in mid May. The full moon was bright in the night sky and stars
sparkled in a night time canopy over the city.
“How could things get this way?” she asked herself, staring into her own
blue eyes in her reflection. Claire was unsure how or why things had turned out
this way, but the fact was, they had and she could neither control nor change
them. Reaching to her neck, she gingerly stroked the necklace she was wearing there.
“My heart resists everything…” she continued. She looked down at her necklace;
it was a gold chain with a brilliant red stone pendant. On the pendant was the
carving of a great bird with the inscription, O Meu Amor é Como a Fenix Vinda
das Cinzas; My Love is Like
A Phoenix from the Ashes.
Suddenly, Claire felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and the room
begin to spin around. She took a step away from her mirror as her world faded
to black….
Voices…. She could hear
voices. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt and she felt
nauseas. Moving carefully, she looked around finding herself in what appeared
to be a jail cell. It was dark, dank and mouldy. She could also sense a presence
of great evil in this place.
Confusion! Fear! ‘Where am I? Why
am I here? What the hell happened?’ were the questions that flooded Claire’s
mind. The voices were coming closer and she could hear them quite clearly now. They
were speaking in English not Portuguese. Claire also got the distinct
impression the speakers were immensely pleased about something.
The cell door swung open and two men dressed in black approached her. One
of them had long platinum blonde hair and carried himself with arrogant self
assurance. The other towered over her. He was a dark, intimidating presence.
“Well I see you’ve already woken up. The Dark Lord will be pleased,” the
man with the blonde hair smirked.
“You’ve made a mistake,” Claire said shyly in English. “What do you want
from me?” Her voice was shaky, more so than she would have liked.
The men laughed at her and the dark one reached out and grabbed her by
the gold necklace around her neck.
‘How dare they!’ she thought to herself, feeling her blood boil. She
kicked at the men and flailed out with her fists angrily.
The blonde man stepped back, glaring dangerously at Claire and nodded to
the dark man. Taking his queue, the taller one struck Claire hard across the
face. She fell to the floor. He followed with a sharp kick to her stomach knocking
the wind out of her and curling her into a foetal position. The beating
continued while the blonde one stood in the shadows and laughed. He laughed! An eternity later, her audience
of one ended her assault with a word. As painful as the beating was for Claire,
it was his promise that she would be entertaining them again in the near future
that left her trembling in fear.
Later, she lay alone on the cell floor, knowing she could not escape
this nightmare. She was a girl who always came out on top, always had the
answers, but not this time. For the first time Claire felt helpless ……terrified
and helpless.
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It was like any other Monday at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The
students were all talking animatedly to each other, discussing yesterday’s
Quidditch match over breakfast. Headmaster Dumbledore was chatting jovially
with Professor McGonagall. Professor Snape glowered at the end of the table,
obviously still disappointed over Slytherin’s defeat.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, eating their
breakfast. Hermione sighed in disgust as Ron shovelled eggs and pancakes into
his mouth. She delicately cut her pancakes. “Are you two prepared for your
N.E.W.T.’s?” she asked.
“Absolutely, Hermione,” Ron’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“Ah, it’s mail time!” said Harry, changing the subject and looking up at
the swarm of owls flying through the Great Hall.
“I hope mum sends us more of those chocolates!” Ron said happily.
“Honestly, Ron, that’s all you think about. Eating, eating and more
eating! The N.E.W.T.’s are just one month away! We have to start reviewing!”
Hermione said in her bossiest tone.
“’ay ov me ‘Ermione!”
said Ron speaking around a mouth full of eggs.
“Will you two stop it! Look,
isn’t that odd? Dumbledore is getting mail here in the Great Hall. That must be
a first,” Harry said, pointing at the Head Table.
A beautiful black owl flew in and headed in Dumbledore’s direction. It
circulated the Headmaster for a moment before landing on his plate. It dropped
a small black parcel and flew off.
“That is strange,” Hermione commented. “ But not
as strange as a seventh year who still hasn’t reviewed for his N.E.W.T.s with just one month to go!”
“Bloody hell, Hermione….” Ron started, but Harry tuned the pair out. He
watched Dumbledore carefully unwrap the black parcel. Harry felt the colour
drain from his face as he watched the Headmaster turn pale and start to
shudder. The noise of the Great Hall was deafening and it seemed no one else
was paying attention to Dumbledore but himself and McGonagall, who had her hand
on Dumbledore’s shoulder.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione who were still bickering. “Look!” he
whispered to his best friends. “Look at Dumbledore.” Ron and Hermione stopped
arguing and looked at the Head Table.
“Is there something wrong, Harry?” Hermione asked nervously.
Harry turned his head back but Dumbledore was already on his way out of
the Great Hall, closely followed by Professor’s McGonagall and Snape.
“He received something by owl and went pale when he opened it.” Harry
said anxiously.
“What do you think he got?” Ron asked, swallowing a mouthful of food.
“I don’t know, but it must have been important, he was very upset,”
Harry glanced around.
“The entire staff looks worried,” Hermione said, taking a good look at
the Head Table. “Dumbledore so upset after receiving a strange parcel that he
has to leave and now they’re pretending nothing is wrong…odd”
Harry could feel the Great Hall stir all around him; the students were
getting on their way to their first classes of the day.
Hermione stood up and grabbed her school bag. “Let’s go, it’s time for
Herbology and we don’t want to be late.”
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office as he looked down on the black parcel.
After twenty four years, was it really possible?
Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall strolled into his office, but
Dumbledore was so lost in thought he barely acknowledged them.
“What’s happened, Headmaster?” Snape asked.
“Albus are you all right? What could you have received to put you in such
a state?” Minerva’s voice showed a great deal of concern.
Dumbledore looked up at them, his eyes lacking their characteristic
twinkle. He took a deep breath. “I’ve just received this!”
He took a gold necklace from the black package the pendant was made of a
crimson jewel with a phoenix on it. Inscribed upon it was ‘O Meu Amor è Como a Fenix Vinda
das Cinzas’.
“Just what is that?” queried
Snape as he sat forward.
“It’s beautiful….” Minerva said, astonished.
“This is something that’s quite impossible after twenty four years,”
Dumbledore said sadly. “I gave this necklace to a beautiful woman twenty four
years ago. I loved her very much and this necklace was proof of it.”
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