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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The moment Snape's fingers wrapped around her wrist, her world instantly went topsy-turvy. Their bodies turned to rubber and stretched while being forced through the black hole. Their surroundings melted away and Shell cottage distorted and disappeared. Snape's black cloak enveloped her like a living shadow swallowing her whole. When she side-Apparated, her feet landed on unstable ground and she toppled over. Her bottom landed on something rough and solid and Snape's cloak whipped away from her face.
Unlike the warm sunny weather at Shell cottage, they had Apparated to a place under a shroud of dark clouds threatening to unleash a torrent of rain. The weather matched her mood perfectly. She looked around glumly at the tall brick walls on either side of them. They were hidden in the shadows at the mouth of an alleyway leading to a street of some neighborhood. Harmony's back rested against one of the brick walls which was slick with grime. Snape slinked against the adjacent wall and peeked out, looking left and right down the street.
He was mumbling under his breath, "They should have listened to me in the first place. But since when did that lot ever listen? Now the entire Ministry will be after their skins." He looked over at Harmony out of the corner of his dark eyes. "It's a good thing Lupin contacted me when he did or you would be suffering the Dementor's Kiss by now. Last moment, as always."
Harmony's head fell forward, a mane of hair hiding her face. She said nothing and he was about to ask her what her problem was when he noticed her shoulders were trembling.
She couldn't hold back the sudden wave of tears. She would've liked to have waited until she was alone to cry, but the pain was too much.
"What?" Snape asked her sharply.
She gasped a sob, bringing up a sleeve to wipe her face. Her other hand came over her mouth to keep from screaming. She didn't struggle when Snape strode over to her and grasped her elbow, roughly bringing her to her feet.
"There's enough time for that later," he growled and when Harmony turned her face away from him in shame, he added, "That's enough—"
"It's Harry," she choked, wiping her eyes. "When I touched him it was like Voldemort took over me." She sobbed, "You should've seen the way they looked at me, they feared me."
Snape froze at the mention of the Dark Lord. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," she said sharply, looking him straight in the eyes, "when I touched Harry I wanted to kill him!" The way Snape stared back made her crumble with shame and she looked away.
"You think it has something to do with your Serpentine charm?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know. But I have a feeling it's important."
A curtain of black hair shielded his face when he nodded once. "You are the first to have the Serpentine charm; the unexpected is to be anticipated." He beckoned to the street ahead of them. "But for now, you must handle them as they come. We need to continue on the move."
Harmony fastened her pack over her shoulder and followed Snape out onto the street. The neighborhood was rugged and worn, like a ghost town. The place reminded her of Knockturn Alley, someplace she was not keen on remembering. Tall, tilting houses loomed over them like overgrown trees.
"Where are we?" Harmony asked quietly. She wasn't sure why she was whispering, maybe because she felt like they were being watched, even though all sidewalks were vacant.
Snape replied without looking back at her, "Spinner's End." His voice was flat and emotionless, and she sensed he had some sort of history with this gloomy neighborhood.
"What's here in Spinner's End?" she asked, still whispering.
"My home," he said, and at that very moment Snape turned towards one house in particular and strode up to the door.
Harmony was somewhat surprised at this. She never imagined Snape living in a house, silly as it sounded. She always thought of Snape as he was at Hogwarts or the Riddle mansion, so to think of him lying around, reading a book or cooking meals like a normal human being seemed strange.
She followed him inside and her eyes were veiled in the darkness. She didn't see Snape stop in front of her and she smacked into him.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Take out your wand," he ordered sharply.
Harmony recognized the worry in his voice and quickly whipped out her wand. "Lumos," she and Snape said at once, both their wands illuminating their surroundings.
As he guided her through the house, she noticed several things about the home that gave her a glance into the personal life of her potions professor. For example—surprisingly—hundreds of books stacked up the walls and cluttered the wooden floors. She read some of the spines, and apart from the occasional Dark Arts book, she spotted some classics written by Muggles: The Pickwick Papers, A Tale of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights…Harmony wondered if he had as many books as she did in her own library at home.
She noticed many similarities between here and the Riddle mansion. For one, both places preferred the obscurity of darkness. Spinner's End was somewhat tidier than Voldemort's home, like Snape had more time to do some housework in his free time. Like the Riddle mansion, paintings and tapestries decorated the walls, most of which presented dark events from the past. It unnerved her how similar Master and servant were to each other.
They entered a room at the far end of the home Harmony figured was his personal potion room. A cauldron big enough to fit a person inside took up the center of the room. On the walls were floor-to-ceiling shelves full of vials and canisters containing liquids and solids of all kinds. Peering closer Harmony noticed some contents still twitching inside. She blanched and quickly moved on. Snape went straight to a pantry on one side of the room. She stood at his elbow and looked past him. It contained all of his potion ingredients, and it was completely disheveled. Broken glass littered the ground with vials tipped over on their sides, pouring out their substances.
"Someone's been here," Harmony said quietly. She looked up at Snape, noticing his eyes were ablaze with fury.
"How could I have been so foolish," he muttered angrily under his breath, "I should have been more careful." He stepped inside, ignoring the glass shattering beneath his boots and began rummaging through the potion ingredients.
"What are you doing?" Harmony asked after he searched a couple shelves.
"Inventory," he replied without pausing his work.
"What have you found so far?"
"Some are missing, yes," Snape said, bending to his knees to search the bottom shelves. "My boomslang skin, fluxweed…knotgrass." He opened a wooden box, peering inside and he growled, "Lacewing flies are gone as well."
Harmony understood. "Polyjuice potion," she whispered, leaning against the door frame.
"Correct," he said and got to his feet with a heavy sigh.
"Who would be desperate enough for Polyjuice potion to steal it?"
"Oh, I can think of a few," he said, glaring at her.
She knew he was speaking of second year when she stole ingredients from his store at Hogwarts in order to turn her, Harry, and Ron into Slytherin students. But she looked at him innocently, deciding it was probably best she didn't reply.
"Obviously it was someone who knows where you live," she commented.
"Yes," Snape concurred, stepping out of the potion pantry, "unfortunately."
"Why?"
"Think about it," he said, looking down at her. "Whom besides Dumbledore and your lot did I spend most my time with?"
Harmony's brown eyes widened. "Death Eaters."
Suddenly there was a loud thump somewhere in the house. Both of them spun around and pointed their wands at another door leading out to the rest of the house.
"Death Eaters who may still be snooping," he muttered.
Harmony's heart quickened as she listened at Snape's elbow for anymore sounds. After a moment they heard slow footsteps approaching the room.
Snape extended his wand arm straight at the door. "Show yourself."
Harmony flinched when the door handle clicked and then it slowly opened with one long spine-tingling creak. A middle-aged man in a black suit stepped in. He stared at Snape silently with black beady eyes. Then his eyes turned to Harmony and he smiled, revealing rows of crooked black teeth.
Strong arms came out of nowhere and wrapped around Harmony, making her drop her wand. When she called out, Snape whirled around to her. The beady-eyed man shot a spell which Snape skillfully deflected.
"Fighting us would be unwise," the man told Snape in a deep voice as smooth as sandpaper.
Harmony looked down at the arm wound tightly around her. The man wore a dark cloak and one sleeve had ridden up while she struggled, revealing a black tattoo against the pale skin of his forearm.
"Who are you?" Snape inquired without lowering his wand.
The man in the black suit lifted a sleeve with his wand showing his own snake and skull Dark Mark. "My name's Mag, Magnus Crotchet." He nodded his head of short-cropped brown hair to the man holding Harmony. "The man there is Marek." His black eyes scrutinized Harmony. "And she's coming with us, where she belongs."
A flash of red wand light filled the room, when it dispersed Snape was on his knees, frozen. Harmony gasped, looking for her wand down at her feet. Mag nodded his head to the man holding Harmony. The man called Marek grasped her shoulders and turned her around to face him. His long fingers began undoing the front clasps of her cloak.
Harmony twisted away, but his grasp remained firm. "Get your hands off me!"
"Leave her alone!" Snape shouted.
Mag said soothingly, "We're not going to hurt you, love. We would never even think about harming you."
Harmony focused herself in to what the Serpentine charm felt; it hardly tingled. She ceased her struggling reluctantly. "He's right," she groaned. "They won't hurt me, at least not yet."
As she let him do his work, she took her chance to look him over. He was tall; that was the most obvious thing, and it made her more reluctant to fight him off. The hood of his cloak was up and the bottom half of his face was covered in black. What she could see clearly were locks of dark hair teasing into very eerie-looking eyes that set Harmony on edge. They were dark brown but bigger than normal, showing very little white and giving him the permanent appearance of staring at her intently.
With her cloak aside, he undid the front of her black shirt with nimble, experienced fingers. He widened the neck and forced it away from her body, baring her shoulders to the men. When that was done, he stopped.
"Let's see then," Mag said excitedly.
The man with wide dark-brown eyes grasped her bare shoulders and turned her around to face his accomplice. Harmony felt her Serpentine charm slithering its way over her left shoulder, across her chest, and over to the right.
"Ah," Mag sighed in satisfaction. "Beautiful."
Harmony glared at him as he let himself run his beady eyes over her. He tore himself away from her to look at Snape, extending his wand closer. "We understand you were only protecting the heir, much appreciated by the way." He grinned, showing them his horrible black teeth. "But she's in better hands now, so you best leave us alone."
"She is not going anywhere," Snape said from his knees. "She needs to be on the run to keep away from the Ministry."
"Where she needs to be," Mag said, his voice growing impatient, "is where she can grow stronger. She still has much to learn about the ways of the Dark Lord."
Snape sneered up at him, "The Dark Lord will be dead within the month. Only a fool would deny that. The Ministry will decide to execute him at Menkar."
Mag had heard enough and he sent the heel of his boot into the side of Snape's head. Snape keeled over, unconscious. Mag straightened his black suit jacket and strode over to Harmony. Marek had released her so she could fix her clothing. When she had her cloak back on, she instantly surged energy in her core, ready to release it on her enemies. But before she was prepared, Mag shot a clammy hand to her throat; not constricting, but uncomfortable.
He clicked his tongue. "Now-now, we know about that trick of yours, Cascadia, or some other." He waged a finger at her warningly.
"Good," Harmony said, a smile forcing its way on her lips, "then you know I can do this." She let go the energy in her core of the Cascadia like a burst of lightning. Mag's hand was instantly gone, and she could hear him swearing as he flew through the air. His body slammed into a nearby wall, his arms and legs flailing around like a rag doll. She spun around and saw Marek had also flown and landed on a dusty chair.
Harmony didn't wait to see if they were conscious or not. She sprinted to Snape, who was still out cold on the ground, and she grabbed his ankle. She Disapparate the both of them with a snap, and they left Spinner's End behind.
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