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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

I was really mean with that last chapter wasn�t I? Oh well, hopefully this will make up for it.
Chapter 60

�Hello Severus.�

The Potions Master spun at the sound of the familiar voice. �Headmaster? What� how� where are we? I assume I am dead, is that why you�re here?�
The old wizard smiled kindly, bright blue eyes still holding a twinkle as he approached the younger wizard. �Relax my boy, you are dead, but then again you are not.�

Severus scowled. �Stop talking in riddles Headmaster. Am I dead or not? And where the hell are my clothes?� He asked, suddenly realising he was stark naked.
�Here material things are but figments of our imaginations. If you feel the need for clothing, they will appear.�

Severus� concentrated, he didn�t like standing naked in front of Albus when the old wizard himself was fully dressed. He relaxed a little when he was again garbed in his normal teaching attire. Brushing away some imaginary fluff from his robes, he looked to his mentor once more. �And where exactly is here?�
�Here is everywhere, and nowhere Severus.�

�More riddles Headmaster? At least afford me the dignity of having my questions answered correctly now that I am dead. What is this place, and why am I here? I know I am not destined for heaven, yet it cannot be hell if you are here. Or maybe it can.� He added dryly.
�Here is just a place, I don�t know any more than that. I have only recently arrived myself.�

�But you�ve been dead for almost a year, how can you have only just arrived?�

�My body died Severus, but another held my soul, at my request I might add.�
Severus glared at him. This was not making any sense at all.
�Look down there Severus,� He pointed downwards, indicating that Severus should see what was below. �She refuses to give up on you. Her love for you will keep you grounded, unless of course you prefer not to return.�

�Grounded? Return? I still do not understand.�

He stared down at his own body lying in the dust of the Shrieking Shack. His heart missed a beat, was his heart still beating? Paula knelt beside him, she was more bloody then the his own body, but she didn�t seem to notice as her fingers were busy flying down the buttons of his coat, when she reached his shirt she lost patience and simply ripped it open. �That was one of my best shirts, what the hell does she think she�s doing?� He demanded outraged.
Albus stood beside his friend, placing one arm around his shoulders. �I believe she is attempting to save your life. You may have noticed that my portrait has not yet woken from its slumber. When I fell from the tower, she captured my soul and held it for me, protecting it until now. No don�t be shocked my boy, it was agreed before the event. I was not ready to desert you, soon my responsibilities will be concluded and I can finally rest and my portrait will awaken, but until then I must stay in this place. You have more than paid your penance my boy, now your destiny is yours to decide Severus, stay and forego the chance of happiness with a woman who loves you with every fibre of her heart, or return and allow her to shower you with that most wonderful of gifts. She cares for you with a passion rarely seen Severus. Even now, she is doing everything within her power to keep you with her. Are you willing to take a chance at happiness?�

Paula waved her hand over the floorboards to her side, purifying the area then pulling the pouch from her belt. She opened it and started to take out a multitude of herbs, these were followed by a piece of black cloth holding the Whitefire-Moon diamond she�d so lovingly created, and a small ivory casket.

Gently prising his jaw open, she pressed a mixture of dried herbs onto his tongue, then set about cleaning the wound on his neck

Severus watched enthralled from above, wondering why she bothered with him. He was already dead wasn�t he, what was the point? He felt saddened when he saw the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She was speaking now in her own language, how peculiar that he could understand what she said. He knelt, his head to one side hoping to hear her better.

Paula cleaned the gaping wound in Severus� neck, stemming the now slow flow of blood and packed it with more herbs, these more finely ground than the ones in his mouth. She sobbed as she spoke.

�Somust I ker ves�Tacha, to ker tute mistros?� (What must I do beloved, to make you well?) �Mi Dovvel opral, ductile opre mande.� (My God above, look down upon me.) She prayed, running her hands along his torso. Up and down, several times, her own body leaning over his as she moved.
She stopped and picked up the Whitefire-Moon diamond, holding it up as though in offering. �Mulengi dori.� (Dead mans string. (Magic ribbon tied or untied to call on dead spirits to protect you) She uttered, taking a long length of black ribbon and tying it gently around his upper thigh. Taking a second piece, she tied it onto her own wrist.

�Mande Paula, mule-vi, mangi lashya�e.� (I Paula, who can reach the place of death, come helpful spirits.)

Severus started in awe from his vantage point as a cloud of white floated downwards, passing him, some even moving through him, making him shiver.

�Mishto ho me dikava tut.� (I am glad to see you.) She told the spirits, many the same souls she released from the dementors several hours ago.
Still holding the diamond aloft, she waited as one by one, the spirits gently passed through her. The first to pass through stayed apart from the others until they were done, then it moved rapidly upwards until it stood beside Severus.
He jumped to his feet, his eyes staring wildly, looking for Albus, who seemed to have mysteriously disappeared. �Albus, where the bloody hell did you go?�
Albus meanwhile was with Harry.
�Do not fear me child. I mean you no ill.�
Severus spun back wide eyed to look at the lucent being in front of him. �I am not a child.� He told it, a slight scowl appearing on his brow.
�We are all children up here. Your woman wishes to know if you would join her. Or not. The choice is yours.�
�Choice? I have no choice. I have never had a choice in what happens in my life.� He spat.

�Now you do. She loves you, this woman. Her heart is yours whether or not you choose to accept it. She holds only a small part of you, of your essence, but will not force you to return. If you choose to continue your journey up here, she will release you. She loves you enough to do that.�
�Dear Gods.� He whispered. �Should I stay, move on to� what? What is on the other side? Is it like this, open nothingness, a place where occasional� spirits or whatever happen to cross my path? Or is there more? Will I go on to something better, or� ?� The alternative did not bare thinking about. Not that he deserved anything less. �Or do I return? Can I return?� Paula, he could feel� something. Feel her. How was that so? He had no idea how, he only knew he could, and what a feeling. It was like no other feeling he�d ever known. It was a pure, gentle yet powerful reaction deep, deep down inside of him, filling him, engulfing him as nothing had ever done before. The more he experience this sensation, the more he wanted it. He needed it. He needed� her. Paula. He loved her, wanted her, needed her more than he�d needed anything in his life. It was a risk, he knew that. If he returned she might not want him any longer, not once it was revealed what he�d done over the years. Would he be placed in Askaban, given the dementors kiss? Should he take the chance, his first and only chance to have the love of a woman who, if he were honest with himself, he loved deeply, unconditionally. After all, had she not shown him the same unconditional love. Somehow she�d managed to take a part of him with him even knowing, she�d cherished it, protected it, him, and was now waiting for him to decide what he wished to do. When did she take that piece of his soul?

TBC
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