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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

WARNING: Character death. Sorry, but I had to do it.

Chapter 59

Severus paced the shabby room in the shrieking shack, his eyes flitting nervously between the giant protective bubble that held Nagini, and the Dark Lord. Lucius had informed that Voldemort needed him to perform a service for him. A service? What kind of service could he perform that he had not already done? The despot was prattling on about some wand. Severus wasn�t interested in the blasted wand, he was more interested in getting out of here, away from that friggin snake and Voldemort himself.

When Nagini�s bubble was hovering directly above him he pleaded once again to be allowed to go and find Potter, but the Dark Lord wasn�t listening to him. Instead the bubble suddenly lowered over him and he vaguely heard the word �Kill� before the most unbelievable pain ripped through his neck. He stiffened at first in shock, then struggled as he tried

to escape, but his arms were trapped by his sides and he was helpless to defend himself.
He had a dim impression of falling, or did the floor come up to meet him? He wasn�t sure. The will-o-the-wisp, now would be a good time to release it ¾
wouldn�t it? Potter. Why was Potter looking down on him? And his hangers on, tweedle twit Weasley and that God awful Granger.

Where were his legs? Why couldn�t he feel his legs? It was hard to breath now as the blood pumped from the wound on his neck with every weak pulse. There was a box in his hand, he was sure it was important for some reason, but what that reason was eluded him for the moment. Besides, he was quite sure that the hand and the box was trapped under his body and there wasn�t a thing he could do about it.

Potter was looking down on him. Bloody brat. Probably gloating that the bat of the dungeons was dying a most painful death. Silvery things? Where those his memories? He managed to clutch onto the boys robe with his free hand. �Take them.� he croaked. His memories of Lily must not die with him. He didn�t want to be remembered as a traitorous murderer, a Death Eater. He wanted the truth to be known if he was going to die. He wanted the people he�d considered friends to know that he�d not betrayed them.

He could feel the memories leaving him now, they tickled as they drifted through the hole in his neck. He was surprised he could feel something so incongruous as a tickle through the pain that invaded every nerve ending he possessed. �Take them.� he rasped again. �Look at me.� He pleaded. Wanting the boy to at least see that there was some good in him even if he didn�t manage to collect the memories. The pain became too much, he could no longer maintain the effort it took to draw a simple breath, his grip slackened as he slipped into the blackness of death.

Even before they reached the castle she could here the shouts, screams, and blasts of battle. Wizards and witches all fighting for light or dark.

To the left of the grounds she saw a grey cloud that grew larger as they got nearer.

�Dementors.� She hissed. Together, woman and beast headed directly at the large group of dementors. With a quiet whisper Paula indicated to Riley what she wanted him to do, and it was a sight to behold.
The winged unicorn/thestral turned to fly in a wide arc around the perimeter of the gathered deathly beings, rapidly building up speed until he was moving so fast that at first the dementors were hardly aware that anything was even close to them. However Riley�s speed increased tenfold, faster than even Paula had ever ridden him before and as he flew, trails of golden thread streamed from his hoofs, weaving themselves into an intricate pattern, forming a massive web like structure. He accelerated even more, confusing the dementors and leaving them unsure as to which direction they should take to escape , wondering if they should attempt escape or indeed try and attack this blur that moved so wickedly fast above them.
By the time they decided it was too late. The golden mesh drifted rapidly down to cover and capture them, encasing them completely and hardening, preventing their escape.
The massive golden ball hovered as Riley slowed and moved to the side of the trapped dementors.
Paula shouted �Desrobireja.� (emancipation from slavery) as she threw her hands out in a wide sweep then pointed at the soul thieves.

She and Riley watched only for a moment as the freed souls flowed from their prisons and floated heavenward, the dementors screeching wildly as there only source of sustenance left them for good.
�Down Riley.�
The beast landed near the walls of Hogwarts, waited until she dismounted then galloped away to join the battle, waging war on each and every masked Death Eater he came across.
Paula saw thousands of spiders scuttling towards the castle and shuddered visibly, instead running straight to the shimulo. Vampires she could handle.

After dispatching with a great many of them, the rest fled and Paula turned her attention to the werewolves. As with the vampire blood, she retained a werewolf hair in her left forearm and was immune to the bite of such creatures. The nature of her combined cores also gave her the power to overcome them if necessary, though if one were strong enough and crafty enough, she could still be injured the same as any other mortal..

She battled valiantly against them, taking down no fewer than thirty of their number. She had a nasty gash on one thigh and a bite to her shoulder that hurt like hell. Hearing a deep growl behind her she spun.
�I�m going to enjoy killing you Gypsy, I don�t like it what you did to my pack.�
They circled each other warily, eyes locked, studying, both weighing up the odds.
�Nai. You prefer them young, son of beng.�
�True, but I will still enjoy killing you.�
Paula laughed in his face. � Pira ter mui, dinile shan. Chineav me top lende.� (Right, go fuck your face, you are a fool and I shit on you)

�What are you saying?� He growled. If it�s a curse you don�t scare me. I�ve been cursed for most of my life, you can�t hurt me.�

Paula pulled her tsuri and readied for battle. Her feet were set wide apart, knees bent as she faced him.
�What, no wand little Gypsy? A knife will not protect you, in fact I might even use it on you myself, before I eat you that is.� Greyback laughed menacingly, his fetid breath hitting her in the face.
�Oh tu caen!� (you stink) She muttered. �Try it.� She goaded, louder than before.
The werewolf pounced, only to find himself clutching air as she tapped him on the back.
�Looking for me?� She asked.
�Bitch.� He muttered, lunging for her again.

Again he lunged at nothing and found himself sprawled face down in the dirt when a booted foot struck his rear.

He growled, pouncing to his feet. His eyes took on a red veined amber hue as he howled with rage, his body, face and limbs contorting as he quickly transformed to his lupine state.
Paula waited while the transformation was complete then mocked. �Oh, cute beti chukkal.� (little dog, puppy)
Greyback was incensed. The woman should have been terrified, trying to flee or out cold with fright. He leapt at her and howled mid leap as Paula dropped to her knees and thrust the tsuri high in the air, its silver blade sinking deep and ripping the full length of his underbelly.
He crashed down on top of her, his insides spilling out around her, but he was still breathing and had no intention of going down yet. He was a werewolf and would heal quickly. Or so he thought. His weight pinned her to the earth as he reverted back to human form. By sheer force of will he wrested the knife from her grip and slashed it across her throat.
Paula heaved the headless, gutted corpse of Fenrir Greyback from her, pushing it to the side to join his lifeless head.

She was about to try and clean herself of his blood when a small pale blue light fluttered in her line of vision, batting at her face.

This time she snatched out her hand and grabbed it before apparating directly to the shrieking shack. There she released the will-o-the-wisp.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were just replacing the crate that covered the entrance to the tunnel, which in turn led to the whomping willow in the grounds of Hogwarts.
As soon as they were gone she ran to Severus� side and dropped to her knees beside him. She looked down into the lifeless eyes, pressing her fingertips to the uninjured side of his neck, desperate to find a pulse. She cupped his face and leaned her forehead against his for a moment. �Oh Severus.� She whispered. �You waited too long.�

TBC

Okay, I�m really sorry for doing that to him, and you.

Please review anyway.

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