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Secret Bliss	By : InfernalParadise Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Too tired and worn out to add much explanations. Just one thing: I know it's a tiny part with Voldemort, but all I wanted to do is to get him into the story somehow... remember, this is not a Harry story, thus it's not that important (although Lucius pretends to be a death eater). I'm really no Voldemort fan, think he's ridiculous and not the guy I'd be terrified of. So sorry if you don't appreciate this chapter that much... tried to rather stick to the pathetic part of general loss of anything which will be treated a lot in the next chapter(s).

And yes, the Hypia is kinda stolen from the Harpy from "The last Unicorn" since in my ever so humble opinion that mythic creature is one of the most terrifying and cruel ones I've ever gotten to know. I've been loving and fearing that movie since I first watched it as a child, so maybe it's just a personal thing, but you can imagine it like a relative of the Harpy if you've seen the movie and need help with the imagination of the Hypia (which is my own creation, btw). I can't quite explain how it exactly looks like, though, as it's exists completely in my head, but not in my visual sense. Always the same problem... words won't do... but you have your own fantasy, so create whatever you want to in your mind! ;)

I'll most probably not have any time to post chapter 8 before Saturday or Sunday, so have a nice week! And thx for the sweet reviews!!

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Chapter 7

The last few Days

The following two days flew by like nothing and soon Draco and I had to face school again. Well, at least only four more weeks until Christmas. I was already wondering what Lucius would get me, scolding myself at the same moment that I still didn�t have the slightest clue what to give a man like Lucius Malfoy who had anything he wanted. If anything failed I could still wrap myself up in a nice, silky paper � that was a gift Lucius would highly appreciate in any case. During the next days at school I didn�t get much possibilities to think about getting a gift, though, as I started feeling more and more uncomfortable with each hour. It was as if something rose from some hidden place in the dark, and it was definitely up for no good. Unfortunately, that feeling became especially strong during a test about healing potions, so I completely failed on it � much to Professor Snape�s joy who called me into his empty class room the very same evening. The man was a damned sadist. Most of us always wondered why the hell he�d decided on becoming a teacher when he obviously hated children. At least he really was a genius when it came to doing magic and his beloved potions.

"Ms. Crossdale", he performed an unnerving pause after saying my last name, "it seems your concentration wasn�t actually in this classroom this morning when you wrote the test."

He took a look at my test sheet, shaking his head.

"Most of those potions would be deadly the way you described their ingredients. If I remember correctly, however, the test was about healing potions. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Except for fuck off? No, I couldn�t make up my mind about anything sensible, so I simply said no. Professor Snape didn�t seem to be content with my answer, though.

"Are you sure? Would you rather talk to the headmaster about it?"

With a confused grimace I looked up at his remark.

"The headmaster? Why would I want to talk to Professor Dumbledore about a failed test?"

"Because", he crossed his arms in front of his chest, "we are not speaking of that stupid test, Vivienne."

"What are you up to?", I almost hissed at him.

It was his turn to glance at me confused.

"You�re known for never addressing students by their first name", I explained coldly.

A deep sigh escaped Professor Snape�s lips instead of a response before he parted them to say three powerful words.

"To the headmaster�"

Dumbledore�s office was filled with a strange little group of people who looked at me with an expression of both hope and expectation: the headmaster himself, McGonagall, Hagrid and Lucius. Somehow I immediately recognized that this meeting had nothing to do with school or my weak show in Snape�s class a few hours ago.

"Ms. Crossdale", Dumbledore nodded with a smile, but left the talking to McGonagall who raised her voice in a shaking tone.

"Mr. Potter disappeared last night and until now we haven�t been able to find him."

Slowly it dawned on me as it clearly was no coincidence that Harry was nowhere to be found and I had been feeling uneasy the last few days. What annoyed me, however, was that Hagrid and Snape seemed to be well aware of what I actually was.

"You expect me to find him, then?", my cold voice caused a frown on all five faces.

Releasing a sigh, Lucius stepped forward, but the red flashing of my eyes stopped him before he got the chance to come closer.

"Listen, Vivienne", the menace in the way he spoke was obvious, "I�m well aware that you are angry, but it was necessary to let them know."

"You always find an excuse to make something necessary", I hissed back, noticing Snape�s amused smile as it was rare that people dared to argue with a Malfoy.

"Now, come on, guys", Hagrid�s forceful voice interrupted us, "Harry is most probably out there with You-know-who and I bet he�s in great danger. I�m going with you, Vivienne."

His braveness surprised me although I doubted that he seriously meant it.

"I won�t go, Hagrid."

"But Harry�"

"I said I won�t go", I repeated, "because I�ll fly."

During the last years I had almost forgotten what it felt like to fly, yet the moment my wings made contact with the air outside Hogwarts, my heart almost wept with joy, and I promised myself to do it more often from now on. The Forbidden Forest lay beneath me, its menacing darkness threatening to swallow the moon that moved to hide behind clouds. Lucius hadn�t even told me goodbye, I suddenly realized, as if he knew I�d come back in one piece. Maybe it had only been his pride that didn�t allow to show any emotion in front of others. In that case, Lucius would regret the moment I returned to him to make his life a living hell. Then again I noticed how my anger about his behavior pushed me into vivid imaginations of how I would slaughter Voldemort, and I understood that it been nothing but calculation on Lucius� behalf. The forest parted to reveal a dark clearing where something moved, thus catching my attention. For centuries I hadn�t been as much a Sephor as that very moment, yet I feared myself for I hardly didn�t recognize the person I normally was anymore. My landing happened soundless, the trees guarding me with their dark shadows even in this forest, and I was surprised to find them behaving almost more respectful than most animals used to do at my presence. The scene on the little clearing startled me when I saw Sirius Black lying unconsciously on his side, an ugly wound covering his upper body. He must have tried to fight in his wolf form against Voldemort to protect his godchild, now painfully paying for his action. Harry himself seemed to be in a state between shock and fear as he simply sat on the ground next to Sirius and stared at the man who had murdered his parents once. And Voldemort� instinctively I reached for my wand at the sight of his rotten face, the burning eyes, the sneer around his lips, although I knew that magic was useless in this case. I didn�t want him to die because of one simple spell, either, but I wanted to have him bearing pain during his last breaths. Thus I made sure to turn into my human form completely again before I stepped out of the trees who delivered a sound similar to a weeping sigh only I was able to perceive. Voldemort seemed little surprised at my sight. In his eyes, I was nothing more but a student who tried to save a dear friend.

"Gryffindor, I suppose", his sneering voice crawled like a snake across my skin, "Isn�t it a pity how you witness one after another dying before it�s your turn, Harry?"

The boy didn�t answer, but showed slight signs of life when he finally recognized me.

"Please� not her�", he managed to bring out in a hoarse whisper, causing Voldemort to give an ugly laugh.

"Especially her, Harry", Voldemort took a few steps towards me, "Of course I could give her to Lucius as a reward for his loyalty, but there are already enough who will face this very fate soon."

My brain giggled to itself at those words and it truly was hard work to keep that fearful look on my face.

"I will, however, show you that I�m not heartless at all", he continued with a bitter-sweet voice, "since I will kill her without magic."

His wand landed on the grass quite far away from us and I heard a strange sound that came from the trees around us. They sang a dirge, I realized, as Voldemort had just abandoned the last piece of hope for surviving he had ever owned � even if it had only been a little ship in a wild ocean during a storm.

"Any last words, girl?", he wanted to know with an almost friendly smile while he approached me.

"I�m the last one."

Voldemort frowned slightly at my words, but opened his eyes in shock the next moment when he saw black wings appearing behind me. With a frantic movement, he turned his head to look at his abandoned wand that was too far away to grasp it, we both knew. When he gazed at me again, I suddenly felt the fear of a man who hadn�t ever been afraid of anything before.

"We could rule together", the weak attempt came from his lips, his voice shaking. A dull sound behind me assured me that Harry had gone unconscious which was clearly better considering what would follow.

"Sephors don�t share."

In a panic movement, Voldemort ran to reach his wand, but I was on him the same second, sharp claws piercing his skin, deadly fangs burying in the flesh of his throat. I was well aware that the pain scared him way less than my appearance since I had chosen a creature that had died out centuries ago, thus only existing in dark, terrifying myths and tales: a Hypia � partly dragon, vulture, wolf and reptile. Those creatures had existed long ago, indeed, but no one had ever returned alive and in one piece from any encounters with them for they were cruel, utterly vicious monsters who took their joy in slaughtering their preys most painful and slowly. Death fights with Hypias were moments where even the bravest men would have felt glad for death. During their time on earth, Hypias hadn�t been the Dementors� only enemy for nothing as they had filled those heartless ghosts with fear they normally didn�t know.

Voldemort let out a strangled cry at the knowledge that the last sight in his life was his terrified face that got reflected in my eyes. I didn�t pity him in the least although I had never ever dared to take the form of a Hypia and would never do it again for sure. That very moment, however, I felt a part of myself dying just as Voldemort�s head fell off of his body, rolling across the grass until it stopped, his wide-opened eyes staring at me in mortal fear even now. The trees sighed again, but it sounded like a goodbye, and I wept in bitter realization while my body returned to its human form. I had sacrificed my immortal, magical life the second I had turned into a Hypia, and I had been aware of that consequence then. Never again would I hear the trees whispering to each other, never again would the world sound and feel like the way it had done all my life. And while I finally passed out due to exhaustion and pain, the last Sephor died, fading away into dust and fog to leave me in foreign, mortal remains.
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