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Part 8: The Dark Lord Returns
Part 8: The Dark Lord Returns
Severus
We’re safe now.
Mostly, it’s thanks to Harry, but I’ll get into that story later.
Voldemort found us. It wasn’t really that difficult, we found out, because we left an obvious trail of magic and fires in the middle of abandoned Canadian wilderness. He showed up the morning after Harry and I had… well, he gave you most of the details on that.
He was cackling like a maniac, crazy as ever, and he had found out- through Lucius, I thought then- that I was a spy for Dumbledore. Harry looked terrified and angry, and I could do nothing but stand straight and accept the fate he was sure to hand to me.
“Potter,” Voldemort had said loudly. “Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the one person I never could kill- you’ve got no one to die for you now. And I plan on taking you back to England with me, to witness the murder of your dearest friends until you beg for the Killing Curse!”
“Fat chance,” the insolent child had spat, glaring with a fire I’ve only seen once in his eyes.
“Stupid half-blood, spouting Muggle filth in my presence!”
“If half-bloods bother you, Voldy, then off your damn self and leave the rest of us in peace,” Harry replied, eyes dancing with mirth. He suddenly wasn’t so fearful, though I was more so. Stupid boy thought that angering the Dark Lord would make things better!
That was when we heard the plane.
It landed on a pond nearby, floating like it was designed to. Harry and I were forced onto it and then bound to the front two seats.
We also heard voices, muffled and indistinct behind us. Harry turned his head around, as did I, and we both gasped audibly.
Behind us, tied to the next two seats, were a scantily clad Hermione and Lucius, both with gags in their mouth and struggling to break free.
Behind them, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom were in the same state, though they looked thoroughly more tired than the other two.
Behind that pair, Draco and Ginny Weasley struggled and cursed, having nothing over their mouths to stop their onslaught of foul language.
The sight was, generally, terrifying and confusing. Harry and I exchanged significant looks that said we were both equally confused.
“Lucius,” I hissed, at the same time as Harry hissed, “Hermione.”
“Harry!” the Granger girl said, though it sounded more like “Mrrhy!”
“Severus!” Lucius cried, though that sounded very much like “Smevs’rus!”
“Are you all right?” Harry and I raised one eyebrow at each other, as did Lucius and Hermione. We had said that at the same time.
“Shut your mouths,” Voldemort ordered, making all but Harry flinch.
“Fuck you,” he spat, still turned and looking at Hermione as if assessing her health. He and I both had suspicions about why Lucius was with her- and why neither Lucius nor Hermione had a shirt on. At least the girl had an undershirt, though it did little to cover up her body.
“Listen, Potter,” the Dark Lord commanded, but Harry completely ignored him.
“Where are your clothes, Hermione?” Her caramel eyes widened for a moment and Lucius paled considerably. Neither of these things were lost on me, though I doubt Harry noticed Lucius’ reaction.
“She can’t answer you, Harry,” I said, and he grimaced.
“I know.” Her eyes darted between us, obviously making the connection. Lucius, ever the silent observer, came to the conclusion even faster than Hermione did.
“Let’s go,” I heard Voldemort say to the pilot, who nodded and started the plane. The Dark Lord, snake-like appearance and all, whirled around in a swirling of robes that, well… I would be proud of.
“Fucking bastard,” I heard Ginny say, and it caused me to chuckle softly. Hermione’s narrowed eyes showed her agreement, and Lucius growled low in his throat as the most hated man alive made his way next to him.
“Come now, Lucius,” he cooed, pulling one long-fingered hand across Lucius’ right cheek. “Is that any way to speak to me?”
“He hasn’t said a word,” Draco snapped, his face flushed in anger. I noticed that Ginny and he were in much the same state as Hermione and Lucius. In fact, the entire plane seemed to be in a peculiar state, including Harry and I.
Interesting.
Part 8: The Dark Lord Returns
Harry
We’re safe now.
Well, yeah, we’re still stranded in the middle of the BLOODY CANADIAN WILDERNESS, but at least we’ve got company.
His story is pretty much the same as mine, except I have mind to finish it.
Honestly, Severus and I saved the day, him more than me. Sort of.
Remember the Snitch? Good, keep that in mind while I finish the story he started.
Voldemort began doing monologues about how much he had wanted to kill us all- with much swearing and sarcastic comments from Draco, Ginny, Severus, and me- and basically put off killing and torturing us for at least twenty minutes. Stupid fool.
“…And now, Potter,” he said ‘menacingly’ though I disagreed, “you will fall at my hands.”
“Good luck with that one,” I said back, smirking at him in my best imitation of the Malfoys behind me.
Side Note: Hermione reeked of sex and was half-dressed, as was Lucius. I sincerely hope Severus and I didn’t look the same, though I have little doubt that we did.
Severus suddenly turned green. Very, very green. So green, in fact, that Hermione, Lucius, Ron, and Neville all gasped at his coloring- they could all see it.
The normally pale Potions Master hiccupped in a very un-Snape way and then hiccupped again, making most of us chuckle. His shade of green deepened and his black eyes squeezed shut in pain.
“Severus?” I managed before he retched all over the floor. I barely noticed the flash of gold that flew away from the mess swiftly.
Voldemort chuckled and charmed the mess away. Severus looked deathly ill, and he kept shaking. His face was a white to rival the plane’s floor, which was hospital-room white in that stark, morbid sense that all hospitals manage to possess.
“Lucius, Severus, Draco - thank you for your two-timing ways,” the Dark Lord said, smirking at the men he named.
“Damn you,” Ginny positively snarled, pulling at her restraints with renewed vigor.
“Too late, love,” he responded calmly, and Draco growled much the same way Lucius did when Voldemort called Ginny ‘love.’
“Fuck,” Severus whispered, his face contorting in pain. Suddenly, I saw the tiny golden flicker again and a thought dawned on me.
I could see the lake from over Severus’ shoulder. If I timed it just right…
“Snitch!” I called. “Break the windows!” Yeah, I know, both me and Snape told you never to blow out the bloody windows, but… occasionally, it is perfectly acceptable.
Severus’ horrified gape at me, then understanding gasp, told me that he knew what I was planning.
“Everyone duck and hold on!” he cried, and all of the people tied to the seats tucked their heads as low as they could. Hermione understood, though she didn’t know how I had managed to get a Snitch in the plane.
Well, I’m glad that I trained the damn thing because it did its job very, very well. It flew around, breaking as many windows as it could. The pilot, as predicted, took the only parachute and left Voldemort to hold on, all but his fingers out of the plane. I saw his long, pale digits gripping the window next to Severus like his life depended on it- probably because it did.
“Snitch,” I screamed. “Make him fall!” It knew whom I meant and flew out of the crashing plane. In a moment, I saw Voldemort’s eyes widen considerably and I heard an audible ‘pop’ as it flew… well, it went in good accordance with what Lucius howled at him as the Dark Lord fell to his probable death.
“Up yours!”
We landed in the lake and eventually made our way out of the plane, and it just so happened that the contraption landed safely on the surface of the lake Severus and I had crash-landed in.
We’re safe now. I repeat (one more time) that we’re all safe, except for Voldemort and the pilot. Severus and I found some clothes for the rest, who were shockingly underdressed, and we all sat down to talk. I began to write, with half of my mind listening to the strangely vague tales.
A few minutes ago, a lot of ‘pop’s were heard and most of the Order of the Phoenix Apparated into existence around us. We grinned, for the most part, and told them about the adventure on the plane- leaving out our personal adventures.
Perhaps I’ll tell Hermione, Ron, Neville and the rest about Severus and I. Perhaps there is no ‘Severus and I’ and I am just an immature fool, fallen under the spell of my snarky, sexy bastard of a Potions Professor.
Perhaps I’m in love. Perhaps I’ll never really know, but that’s all right with me.
Perhaps I’ll be able to ignore the looks Hermione keeps giving Lucius. Perhaps I’ll be able to get the image of them… together out of my head.
Ha, ha, ha. Fat chance.
Maybe Ron’ll tell me what happened with him and Neville. Maybe I’ll learn to ignore the beautiful diamond ring on Ginny’s ring finger and Draco’s permanent smirk nowadays.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll try my hand at polishing Severus’ broomstick…
A/N: Okay, all that\'s left is a short epilogue, guys, and then... this story will be COMPLETE! This is my first story posted on AFF and I hope that you all loved it as much as me and Shane have. R&R!
Severus
We’re safe now.
Mostly, it’s thanks to Harry, but I’ll get into that story later.
Voldemort found us. It wasn’t really that difficult, we found out, because we left an obvious trail of magic and fires in the middle of abandoned Canadian wilderness. He showed up the morning after Harry and I had… well, he gave you most of the details on that.
He was cackling like a maniac, crazy as ever, and he had found out- through Lucius, I thought then- that I was a spy for Dumbledore. Harry looked terrified and angry, and I could do nothing but stand straight and accept the fate he was sure to hand to me.
“Potter,” Voldemort had said loudly. “Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the one person I never could kill- you’ve got no one to die for you now. And I plan on taking you back to England with me, to witness the murder of your dearest friends until you beg for the Killing Curse!”
“Fat chance,” the insolent child had spat, glaring with a fire I’ve only seen once in his eyes.
“Stupid half-blood, spouting Muggle filth in my presence!”
“If half-bloods bother you, Voldy, then off your damn self and leave the rest of us in peace,” Harry replied, eyes dancing with mirth. He suddenly wasn’t so fearful, though I was more so. Stupid boy thought that angering the Dark Lord would make things better!
That was when we heard the plane.
It landed on a pond nearby, floating like it was designed to. Harry and I were forced onto it and then bound to the front two seats.
We also heard voices, muffled and indistinct behind us. Harry turned his head around, as did I, and we both gasped audibly.
Behind us, tied to the next two seats, were a scantily clad Hermione and Lucius, both with gags in their mouth and struggling to break free.
Behind them, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom were in the same state, though they looked thoroughly more tired than the other two.
Behind that pair, Draco and Ginny Weasley struggled and cursed, having nothing over their mouths to stop their onslaught of foul language.
The sight was, generally, terrifying and confusing. Harry and I exchanged significant looks that said we were both equally confused.
“Lucius,” I hissed, at the same time as Harry hissed, “Hermione.”
“Harry!” the Granger girl said, though it sounded more like “Mrrhy!”
“Severus!” Lucius cried, though that sounded very much like “Smevs’rus!”
“Are you all right?” Harry and I raised one eyebrow at each other, as did Lucius and Hermione. We had said that at the same time.
“Shut your mouths,” Voldemort ordered, making all but Harry flinch.
“Fuck you,” he spat, still turned and looking at Hermione as if assessing her health. He and I both had suspicions about why Lucius was with her- and why neither Lucius nor Hermione had a shirt on. At least the girl had an undershirt, though it did little to cover up her body.
“Listen, Potter,” the Dark Lord commanded, but Harry completely ignored him.
“Where are your clothes, Hermione?” Her caramel eyes widened for a moment and Lucius paled considerably. Neither of these things were lost on me, though I doubt Harry noticed Lucius’ reaction.
“She can’t answer you, Harry,” I said, and he grimaced.
“I know.” Her eyes darted between us, obviously making the connection. Lucius, ever the silent observer, came to the conclusion even faster than Hermione did.
“Let’s go,” I heard Voldemort say to the pilot, who nodded and started the plane. The Dark Lord, snake-like appearance and all, whirled around in a swirling of robes that, well… I would be proud of.
“Fucking bastard,” I heard Ginny say, and it caused me to chuckle softly. Hermione’s narrowed eyes showed her agreement, and Lucius growled low in his throat as the most hated man alive made his way next to him.
“Come now, Lucius,” he cooed, pulling one long-fingered hand across Lucius’ right cheek. “Is that any way to speak to me?”
“He hasn’t said a word,” Draco snapped, his face flushed in anger. I noticed that Ginny and he were in much the same state as Hermione and Lucius. In fact, the entire plane seemed to be in a peculiar state, including Harry and I.
Interesting.
Part 8: The Dark Lord Returns
Harry
We’re safe now.
Well, yeah, we’re still stranded in the middle of the BLOODY CANADIAN WILDERNESS, but at least we’ve got company.
His story is pretty much the same as mine, except I have mind to finish it.
Honestly, Severus and I saved the day, him more than me. Sort of.
Remember the Snitch? Good, keep that in mind while I finish the story he started.
Voldemort began doing monologues about how much he had wanted to kill us all- with much swearing and sarcastic comments from Draco, Ginny, Severus, and me- and basically put off killing and torturing us for at least twenty minutes. Stupid fool.
“…And now, Potter,” he said ‘menacingly’ though I disagreed, “you will fall at my hands.”
“Good luck with that one,” I said back, smirking at him in my best imitation of the Malfoys behind me.
Side Note: Hermione reeked of sex and was half-dressed, as was Lucius. I sincerely hope Severus and I didn’t look the same, though I have little doubt that we did.
Severus suddenly turned green. Very, very green. So green, in fact, that Hermione, Lucius, Ron, and Neville all gasped at his coloring- they could all see it.
The normally pale Potions Master hiccupped in a very un-Snape way and then hiccupped again, making most of us chuckle. His shade of green deepened and his black eyes squeezed shut in pain.
“Severus?” I managed before he retched all over the floor. I barely noticed the flash of gold that flew away from the mess swiftly.
Voldemort chuckled and charmed the mess away. Severus looked deathly ill, and he kept shaking. His face was a white to rival the plane’s floor, which was hospital-room white in that stark, morbid sense that all hospitals manage to possess.
“Lucius, Severus, Draco - thank you for your two-timing ways,” the Dark Lord said, smirking at the men he named.
“Damn you,” Ginny positively snarled, pulling at her restraints with renewed vigor.
“Too late, love,” he responded calmly, and Draco growled much the same way Lucius did when Voldemort called Ginny ‘love.’
“Fuck,” Severus whispered, his face contorting in pain. Suddenly, I saw the tiny golden flicker again and a thought dawned on me.
I could see the lake from over Severus’ shoulder. If I timed it just right…
“Snitch!” I called. “Break the windows!” Yeah, I know, both me and Snape told you never to blow out the bloody windows, but… occasionally, it is perfectly acceptable.
Severus’ horrified gape at me, then understanding gasp, told me that he knew what I was planning.
“Everyone duck and hold on!” he cried, and all of the people tied to the seats tucked their heads as low as they could. Hermione understood, though she didn’t know how I had managed to get a Snitch in the plane.
Well, I’m glad that I trained the damn thing because it did its job very, very well. It flew around, breaking as many windows as it could. The pilot, as predicted, took the only parachute and left Voldemort to hold on, all but his fingers out of the plane. I saw his long, pale digits gripping the window next to Severus like his life depended on it- probably because it did.
“Snitch,” I screamed. “Make him fall!” It knew whom I meant and flew out of the crashing plane. In a moment, I saw Voldemort’s eyes widen considerably and I heard an audible ‘pop’ as it flew… well, it went in good accordance with what Lucius howled at him as the Dark Lord fell to his probable death.
“Up yours!”
We landed in the lake and eventually made our way out of the plane, and it just so happened that the contraption landed safely on the surface of the lake Severus and I had crash-landed in.
We’re safe now. I repeat (one more time) that we’re all safe, except for Voldemort and the pilot. Severus and I found some clothes for the rest, who were shockingly underdressed, and we all sat down to talk. I began to write, with half of my mind listening to the strangely vague tales.
A few minutes ago, a lot of ‘pop’s were heard and most of the Order of the Phoenix Apparated into existence around us. We grinned, for the most part, and told them about the adventure on the plane- leaving out our personal adventures.
Perhaps I’ll tell Hermione, Ron, Neville and the rest about Severus and I. Perhaps there is no ‘Severus and I’ and I am just an immature fool, fallen under the spell of my snarky, sexy bastard of a Potions Professor.
Perhaps I’m in love. Perhaps I’ll never really know, but that’s all right with me.
Perhaps I’ll be able to ignore the looks Hermione keeps giving Lucius. Perhaps I’ll be able to get the image of them… together out of my head.
Ha, ha, ha. Fat chance.
Maybe Ron’ll tell me what happened with him and Neville. Maybe I’ll learn to ignore the beautiful diamond ring on Ginny’s ring finger and Draco’s permanent smirk nowadays.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll try my hand at polishing Severus’ broomstick…
A/N: Okay, all that\'s left is a short epilogue, guys, and then... this story will be COMPLETE! This is my first story posted on AFF and I hope that you all loved it as much as me and Shane have. R&R!