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A New
Weapon

Stepping
out of this chamber, Dumbledore tried to reconcile the last year�s event. Harry had met with Voldemort
for the first time, much sooner than he expected. Actually, he had secretly hoped that this day
would never come. Unfortunately, there
was no denying left. Walking down the
stairs that leads to his desk, with his long robes trailing lazily, he forced
himself to think of the best solution at hand.
The boy had shown courage above anything else, but it would certainly
not prove enough if the most dangerous wizard of this time was to appear in
full flesh. He had to think of something
and fast.

Sorting
through his library, he pulled out a smooth covered book that served as a
diary. Without taking the time to sit,
he opened it, searching for any helpful ideas.
As he turned the page, his eyes dropped on a name he had long heard
of. As if Lady Luck had blessed him on
that rainy night, he re-read the name and sparkles of lights appeared in his
eyes. That could prove to be exactly what
he was looking for. Without wasting
anymore minutes, he stepped closer to his desk, searching for a parchment and
quills. At that moment, a thin quill
shaped in a feather fell from the book. It
brought a smile on the old wizard face as memories flooded his mind. Indeed, his luck was at work tonight.

Allowing
himself to sat down; he plunged the tip of the feather into his ink pot and
started writing. He had only used this artifact twice
in his life, both in extreme situations.
The magical power imbued in that quill allowed the writer to make an
imprint of his emotions while composing; therefore, the reader was able to
seize the importance of the matter.

Somehow, he knew that his life was
coming to an end, sooner than later. With a fair amount of luck and a great
deal of cleverness, he might last four or five years more at most. Calling
forth those with greater power was a necessity. Just the same, he couldn�t
afford to have this letter falling in wrong hands. Fortunately, he knew of many
ways to ensure the success of this dangerous missive. Without letting his
writing distracting him, he mentally summoned the only person that would be up
to the task of sending this letter out.

As he finished his letter, he heard
his guest arrive. The Headmaster folded
the letter swiftly put away his quill.

�You wanted to see me, Headmaster?�

�Yes, Severus. Please sit down.� Although his voice still
held much authority and strength, he could not hide that little vibration which
told of his long life experience.

The dark robed man walked through
the office, took the chair in front of Dumbledore, and waited.

�What I am about to ask of you is of
the utmost importance. Understand that I cannot let anyone else know about
this, not even Minerva. It is not a
matter of trust, far from that. We both know the implication of dealing with
the Dark Arts.� He paused, letting the news sink in.

�See here, the letter in front of
you, no other than its intended receiver must read it. It will bring forth disaster if someone else
gets hold of it. It is possible that Voldemort will return; and I am using one of the last
resorts against it. I am confident that this
should help you when the time comes.�

Suddenly, Dumbledore�s mind seemed
to lose itself in some countryside far away and his eyes were now glittering as
tears built up in them.

�Headmaster?� Snape inquired.

Dumbledore turned his attention back
to his visitor and nodded slightly.

�Please forgive an old man�s memory. Time goes by so quickly, does it not Severus? None the
less, we still need to buy some more if we want to win a war that might be
declared.� On those words, the
Headmaster stood up and walked all the way in the back of his office to
retrieve an object.

Snape was a bit curious, he knew of the many assets in this place. Some were utterly evil and some very pure. As
for the object in Dumbledore�s hand, nothing special could be sense from it.
However, the old man was holding it with his hand wrapped in a delicate and
glowing handkerchief to protect him from the evil waves that were probably
hidden inside it.

�This, Severus,
is a Communium, the very link between the owner of
this letter and us. As you might have
understood, there will not be any owl involved in this matter. Only few artifacts like this one exist, and
you can be sure that they are rarely used.
The main utility is to send direct messages between two living
beings. However, in order to link it
properly, as you might have guessed, the use of the ancient bloodmagic
rituals is required.�

Dumbledore was quiet for a
moment. He was asking his faithful colleague
to reach out to the Dark Arts again. It
had been part of their �contract� when Snape had come
to him after the defeat of his last master. The young man was accepted because
of his abilities in handling various type of magic, especially the dark
one. Not that the Headmaster favored it,
but it did serve its purpose in tidy situations in the past.

It did not make the teacher flinch
one bit. He was used to this kind of
request.

�I understand perfectly. Do you happen to possess the blood required?�

�As a matter of fact, I do� He
barely opened his robe and a violent flash of red was spreading out from his
chest. �Do not fear. It only serves as a protection for the bearer. This light is produced by a strong ward,
which helps to avoid the corruption of my blood.�

The Potions master remembered
hearing about this during his earlier studies.
�I have heard that with only a small amount, some blood is powerful
enough to take over another�s soul and body.
Nonetheless, I never saw it with my own eyes; I always assumed that such
blood was kept deeply hidden.�

His face was not showing much
surprise, but there was a greedy need building inside him as he watched the
small vial.

�Did you feel any of its power until
I opened my robes? Most dangerous things
are often right under our noses, which is probably the safest place to hide
them. It is always good to know where
danger is hiding or hidden. My request
is for you to complete the blood pact in order to deliver this letter to its
rightful owner. I had the complete explanation of the ceremony sent to your
room. This needs completion tonight, as
we cannot wait much longer. I am leaving
this in your capable hands.� He took the vial off his robes; the glowing had
decreased, but the power had not.

�Hold on to this as if you were
holding on to your very life, Severus. I know that
you will not be using it totally, and I want you to keep the rest. I am making you the new bearer of the vial of
Elem. Do not worry about your meetings
with evil-minded beings or about any other time when you may find yourself in a
tight situation. This vial will simply
protect itself. The only moment when
someone else will see it is if you offer it freely. When the time comes, the
vial will glow just as it did tonight, and be attentive to its color. If it
turns black, break it and the blood will simply evaporate and return to
Elem. The consequences will be dire if
you act differently.�

He gave the vial to Snape who felt the power engulf him for a brief moment, and
then everything went back to normal. The young man opened his mouth to ask
about the meaning of Elem, wondering where or what it
was, but as if the old man read his mind and did not want to talk about that
subject, he was cut short.

�And now I will ask you to leave,
unless you have any critical matters to discuss.�

The teacher only eyed the Headmaster
and chose to remain silent. Both were
aware of what just happened.

�Good night, Headmaster.� He turned
and left the office, as swiftly as he entered it.

Dumbledore watched the man leave his
office and kept his gaze fixed on the entrance, letting his mind wander once
again into his past. He sighed silently
and gave two swift nods with his wand.
The eavesdropping wards were now gone.
He needed rest.

*****

It was always dark in here. The few candles only brought enough heat and
light to allow keen eyes to see properly. This had been one of his principal
hideouts after the first disaster that had befallen Voldemort. Severus took off one
layer of robe and let it fall down lazily, his mind lost in too many thoughts
to care. His clothes never made it to
the ground as a house-elf hurried to his side and took care of it. If he were going to stay awake and
concentrate, he would need a strong focus potion. He felt drained out.

The second year with that infernal
trio had begun only five weeks ago, and he wanted it to be over already. The students
were more stupid than usual, if such thing was possible.

Snape let out a yawn and looked at the time. It was already half past ten and he had a
class to attend at eight. He knew well
that his task would require at least five hours from him. He walked through a door on his left to get
to his private laboratory.

�Limpy! Get
me the package that you brought upon Dumbledore�s request, and be quick about
it.� Once the elf brought him what he
needed, he discarded it and warded his lab with powerful protection. No one would know what happened behind this
door.

*****

Finally, the class ended. They hurried out of the classroom, with a
pile of new homework.

A voice from behind Ron made him
jump.

�Hey! Draco!
Are you ready for this afternoon? Which subject got your attention?�

Meryl, a Slytherin girl, was addressing Malfoy. They had to
do a presentation, explaining the use and the provenance of one potion of their
choice.

Malfoy simply glared at the girl and decided to ignore her.

As the trio slowly made their way to
the Great Hall, Ron kept to himself, the words of Meryl
still ringing in his hears. He had thought about this presentation and wished
that his plan would work. It was very
simple. The plan was based on a wishful
thinking that the teacher would give an extra week of preparation.

�This is okay Ron, you will do
great. I mean, I did choose your subject
and I even did the research.�

�Yeah! Thanks, Hermione. I guess I
should take some time to read it at least��

�What? Don�t tell me you haven�t
done it yet? How do you expect to pass the
O.W.L.s with such poor involvement in your schoolwork,
Ron? Do not throw me that look. It�s is
not too early to think of them. How can
you have any hope, when you cannot concentrate on a simple piece of second-year
homework?�

Ron did not feel proud, but after
his first year of Potions, he now possessed enough memories to hate that
subject, or more precisely, its teacher. The thought of Professor Snape brought shivers all over his body and his mind
started to fight against this intrusion.

He sighed. Damn, he was not ready at all.

*****

The doors flew open, banging on the
walls as he entered the room. Every
student moved their things aside and got prepared at once, quill at the
ready. The teacher made his way up to
his desk and turned in his usual dramatic way.
Harry rolled his eyes but was able to suppress a sigh. Ron, on the other hand, was not that lucky.

�Misssster
Weasley, you seem ready to open the ball with your
presentation. We will hear you now. Come here, now.�

Ron�s face went even paler than
normal. He was not ready at all, so much
for the plan. He could hardly swallow,
and he realized that his hands were sweaty.
Damn. Why do I have to be the
first? He stood up; his hands were shaking and made his papers rustle
noisily. He risked a stare at Professor Snape and was rewarded with a displeased glare and an
imperative hand movement, silently urging him to get up on �stage�.

Breathing deeply, he turned to face
his classmates and comforted himself with the fact that, no matter how this went,
they would not be a bit surprised. He
was not renowned for his great capacity at speaking in front of a group.
Therefore, he began�

�Huh! Today, I will try�to interest
you in the subtle art of Potions.� The entire Gryffindor section went bursting out
in laughter. Ron thought it might not go
so bad after all. Until the low baritone
voice of the teacher spoke.

�Ten points from Gryffindor. Of all
the students in the entire school, you are probably the one that should not act
smart during a presentation, which, unless you forgot, will be accounted in the
final evaluation of this year. You may
resume.�

Ron�s throat went dry as his
nervousness slowly crept back. Stupid
old bat! Fortunately enough he received Hermione�s help. He knew he would get some positive review, at
least for the choice of the subject.

�Ahem! So, as I was saying, my
expose will be about a potion which brings forth and measures the magic
potential in human beings.� There was a low rumbling at this announcement. Even the teacher stirred up a bit, wondering
how Weasley could have thought of that type of
subject. This is obviously the work of
another, he thought, probably Miss Granger.
He sneered at this discovery, which made Ron jump on his words. Good. Weasley will learn
to do his own work or I will personally ask for his expulsion from
Hogwarts. Good riddance!

�Its creation is based on a simple
but powerful ingredient and it also requires a fair amount of knowledge in the
lore of magic in order to brew it. The potion's name is Explici
Magi.�

The sweat was forming on his
forehead and his palms were rendering his paper with more and more
moisture. He realized that he should
have looked at this paper a bit more. To make matters worse, the look on
Professor Snape�s face was one of pure
delight�probably because he knew how unprepared he was.

�This has been discovered more than
ten thousands years, by wizards of course. However, back then, the idea of such
potion has been discarded and put to the shelves mainly because of the lack of
magical beings remaining. Most of the wizards were powerful enough to manage
without its use. On the other hand, today�s researches aren�t going into that
direction due to the lack of knowledge of ancient potion making. There is also the constant struggle to keep
the secrecy towards Muggles, and the fact that most
of the ingredients will force a Potions master to get involved with dangerous
quests of finder�s keepers. Ron tried to
avoid the teacher�s glare. Maybe Snape had tried to brew this potion and simply messed it up. That thought made him chuckle, but he quickly
got back to the subject at hand.

He looked down at his paper, and as
he found what to say next, he gasped. Is
she mental? What is wrong with
Hermione? He could never say that with a class filled by Slytherins! He looked back at the entire classroom just
to face many confused glances. Only
Hermione was smiling with genuine excitement in her eyes. She could have told me� no, actually, she
should have!

�Erm� so
as I was saying�ahem. This is a very
powerful potion because it would help bring down the wall between�well, between
Muggles and us.�

All the whispers started at once.
Many Slytherins were gaping widely. Draco was the one to express his disdain loudly.

�That�s why nobody cares about this
potion, it�s useless, you dimwit. Nobody gives a da�a
second thought about Mud�about Muggles. Sure, we do have some that show powers, and
we are good enough to accept them in our world, but to go and fetch all? Get real.�

Snape stirred on his chair, but did not say anything. He could obviously have taken points from his
own House, but everybody knew that it would not happen for so little.

�Well, actually, I do care.� Ron was
even startled by his own reaction. He now
understood the choice of Hermione. However,
she should have kept the subject and present it herself? That would have
been much more brilliant and probably more believable.

�Mister Weasley. Are we to keep on staring at you or are you
going to give us a reason to actually be interested in your subject, which, as
of yet, hasn�t been clearly explained?�

The red came back on his face. He gave a look at his paper, trying to find
what to say next.

�In our modern days, this kind of
discovery would be exactly the push needed for the evolution of magic. Just imagine, being able to discover the
magic power just by sipping down a potion! Right now, we have to rely on the
power of strong wizards in order to feel the abilities in someone else. As we already know, few are volunteering to
the idea. However, once completed, this
potion would be put on sale in our world, with the precise intention of giving
it out to Muggles and bring forth more wizards to our
community. Some will say that the dark side could rise just as much, but with
the disappearance of He Who Must Not Be Named, that matter isn�t so worrisome. Nevertheless, what we still need is to find very
powerful wizards to brew this potion.
Let�s take a look at the ingredients first.

�In order to create a magical potion
imbued with so much power, we need ingredients that possess strong magical
force and meaning. By that, I am talking
of the Old Roots. They possess strong magic inside, but as one might have guessed,
they also are surrounded by a constant aura of protection. As if this wasn�t enough, they grow in
dangerous restricted areas, such as in the deepness of the Pyramids of Egypt,
or large swamps in East Asia. The search will require a lot of time,
equipment, and knowledge. Even in the Muggle history, there is a place for the Old Roots in many
legends, though they call it Roots of Eternity or Mother Roots. They bear a deep significance of Pure Healing
of both, body and mind.

�We use it today in very small
quantities to product healing draught, growing bones potions, instant vitality,
et cetera. However, in order to produce
the Explici Magi, we need a large quantity of them.
We can find those Roots in Africa and Asia.�

Ron lifted his head. Only Hermione was still eagerly
listening. Other students, including
Harry, were shifting in their chair, trying to keep awake. That made him sigh. Well,
at least, they are not making more noise than I am. He decided to hurry up and simply jumped at
the conclusion, discreetly passing some pages.
Without reading it beforehand, he went on, and missed the hurried wand
movement directed to his copies.

�In conclusion, it is my most
important goal to bring forth this potion and prove to the entire magic world
that such potion can be used for good. I
will brave all the obstacles�and�I�what?� He threw an alarmed glance at
Hermione who was also gaping in shock. Oh
no!

�Mister Weasley,
this is my last intervention. Finish up,
or I will refuse to review your presentation.�

�Y�yes Professor Snape. I was saying that this is my final year goal
to make this a reality. By the end of my
scholarship, before becoming an apprentice, the Explici
Magi will be available for testing.
Thank you for listening.� He barely pronounced these last words and went
back to his seat, his face turning into a green that matched the Slytherin outfit.

Professor Snape
smirked coldly. This helped to relieve
his stress. That night had been long and
demanding.

*****

�RON! RON! Stop!� It was Harry, trying to reach out to his
friend. Hermione was too shocked to cry
out to him. Instead, her mind was racing like crazy, trying to figure out what
might have happened.

Oh, Merlin, please be merciful, what has he been thinking? She knew that none of the
last declaration had been from her initiative.
She was also certain that Ron would not come up with such ideas,
especially in his situation. He did
manage all right with his schoolwork, but it was, of course, because she was
constantly helping him out. So why did he have to come up with this idea? Unless�but no, that sounded absurd. Who would use such a strong curse in front of
a teacher? Even Malfoy was not that nuts. Ron did not
seem like another person, he simply was a bit confused to hear those words
coming out of his mouth. He was reciting,
that is for sure, but not like a perfect robot.

�RON! JUST��Harry figured he was
shouting a bit too much, so he lowered his voice a bit��listen to me.�

�Forget about that, Harry. You know just like me that I am in deep
trouble and the hell with Hermione and her brilliant ideas. What did I do to her anyway? I mean�I�well. I do admit that I have been taking her help
for granted from time to time�but. Well,
this time there is no way that I am making it out without her.�

�Calm down! Even Snape
cannot be such a jerk. He will
understand that you simply felt like showing off to the class. You go and ask him to forget about your last
statement. He will probably give you
detention or something, but that should be okay.� Harry didn�t know what to do;
even pleading to Snape seemed like a possibility.

�Haven�t you seen his expression,
Harry?� Hermione had finally reached them both. �There is no way that Ron will
get out of this one. As for your accusation, Ron, you should think about facts
before going off like that. You should
have read your stuff beforehand and then you would have realized that I never
wrote down such a thing. Someone just
succeeded in making a fool out of you.� On this, she turned away and climbed
the stairs to her dormitory, her face red from anger.

Ron sighed. �Now I�ve done it.� His
face was showing his guilt towards her again.

�It�s okay Ron. You know Hermione� she won�t stay in this
mood for too long.�

�Yeah, well. I�m not hungry, so you go to the Hall without
me.� He would try to talk with Hermione later.
He was now feeling sorry for what he had said to her before. She has always been a helpful friend, just
like Harry. Being alone would give him
time to find a way out of this situation.
The thought of groveling in front of Snape
made him very sick. However, what else could
he do?

*****

Severus was making his way to the Headmaster�s office. He had to report the success of last night
and see if there was anything else he could be of help with. Again, he spoke
the unnerving password and stepped in the doorway. Spinning around, he finally arrived at the
entrance and was greeted before getting a chance to announce himself.

�By the look on your face, I take
that your actions were to your liking?
How difficult was it? Did you go
through any trouble whatsoever?�

�Not at all,
Headmaster. It was only time-consuming.� He was
definitely tired� �It was nothing compared to what I have felt during the many
rituals that I performed in the presence of the Dark Lord. May I inquire on how you found yourself in
its possession?�

�This� was a gift bestowed upon me
when I was much younger. It is such a long story that I do not feel to share
now. You may leave; I do not have anything else to ask of you at the moment.�

�Headmaster.� Snape said, politely and made his salutation and turned to
leave, when Dumbledore�s voice made him look back again.

�Severus. I must insist; you have to be careful with
your recent gift. There are things, which our nature desperately clings
on. I won�t hide from you that I am
concerned, please be wary, just in case.�

There was no reply to give to
that. The teacher simply nodded and left
the office.

Walking quickly, eager to get back
to his dungeon, his mind drifted to the event of the afternoon. What would he do with that Weasley boy? If the boy was foolish enough to try brewing
this potion, it would be far from being his problem. He only wondered how long it would take until
he came to plead, to have to listen to all the excuses and finally, to get the
opportunity to trap the boy and make him understand his inevitable situation of
failure. The thought made him smile in his own sarcastic way, as he finally
reached his compound.

*****

Again, the darkness was
overwhelming. Limpy
was waiting for any instructions, but she had already prepared the meal. He totally ignored it. Instead, he went straight to his bedroom and
sat heavily on his bed. He closed his
eyes and inhaled deeply three times.
This was the method he had used diligently since he had learned the
meaning of being a part of Voldemort�s circle. To empty one�s mind before going to bed, or
at all time for that matter, was a way to ensure control and to avoid any
sleep-talking issues, which would�ve been unforgivable.

He took off his clothes and lay
slowly on his back, his eyes still shut.
Soon he would welcome what he hoped would be a good, well deserved night
sleep�.

However, it seemed that faith had a
will of its own and instead of getting what he thought was rightfully his, his
mind wandered�and he drifted into a world which was unknown to him.

*****

�Ploc!�

�What is this noise?�

�Ploc!�

�Blood?�

�Ploc!�

�Wounded�someone is loosing blood,
drip by drip.�

Echoes of weeping could be heard
from somewhere in the darkness.

�Who are you?�

Again, only the soft sound of sobs
and somewhat, the smell of salt. Snape�s mind was racing.
Someone must be in danger; this was the smell of blood.

�Tell me; who are you?� his mind
said, sounding more commanding. He
realized the uselessness of using his mouth to communicate. He felt more than he heard the noises around.

It was then that he felt it, a
voice, like a breath, very sensual with a touch of eeriness, very young and
feminine.

�Help me...please�� Followed by a painful moan.

Snape could not find anything to say in return. It sounded as if the girl
was in trouble, yet she kept herself hidden.

As if reading his mind, the voice
spoke again, more voluptuous, young and soft. �I am�lost. Come closer, help me
please.�

The fact that he could not see
anything at all annoyed him. �If you need help, stop hiding in the dark. Come
out and show yourself. �

Silence.

She sounded like a child, probably
no more than eight or ten years old. He
was about to say something, when suddenly he felt it: a chill that made his
body shiver, but his mind didn�t wake up just yet�he was trapped.

�Take me� bring me with you�
I�ll�grant your wish in return.�

He was barely listening; his
concentration turned towards acknowledging what was surrounding him. He was now fighting against that thing in
spirit, but Severus�s mind was already exhausted and
could not defend itself at the best of his capabilities. He had lied to Dumbledore. The process
involving his message had been more demanding then he had let out. Slowly, he felt like being engulfed into a
deep pitch-black hole. The tension was
growing stronger, combining with the feeling of losing an important part of
him.

A sudden exclamation broke the
spell. Snape
could only register her last word �Father� and then�

*****

His eyes opened in a flash. It took him several minutes to adjust to his
environment and his body reaction. One
of his hands was placed on his chest and the other was lying next to him,
clutched in a firm grip. Sweat was
rolling down from his forehead all the way to his ears and his entire body was
shivering from time to time. After a
fashion, �he also realized a reaction, which surprised him more and put him in
some discomfort.

Of course, he was a man and knew of
his body possible reactions.
Nevertheless, a nightmare had brought him to such a high level of
excitement; he was so hard that it actually hurt him. He forced himself to
breath slowly and tried to sit up.

�Is Master all right?�

�Limpy?
Why are you here, in my chamber?� Snape was in the
foulest of moods and his sheet could hardly hide the hardness underneath.

The house-elf whimpered in fear, but
did reply to him. �Master was screaming.
Master was actually growling and grunting in his sleep. Limpy saw him grasp
his sheet fiercely as if under an attacked of some sort, but Limpy couldn�t wake up Master, no matter how she shook him�

�You�touched me? I didn�t feel
anything until I woke up.�

�Limpy is
so sorry. She will leave at once.�

�Wait!� His voice was strong and
unquestionable. The house-elf�s ears went as low as they could and she was
bracing herself to a blow that actually never came. Instead, she heard her Master talking.

�Tell me Limpy,
what did you overhear? What was I screaming?�

Eager to help him, Limpy quickly related his exact words. By the end, Snape
was concerned. He had lost his control
and allowed some unknown forces to take over.

He forgot about the elf and decided
to lie back on his bed, the sheet half covering his body. The cool air was soothing his mind and
calming the heat down below. The voice
might have belonged to a child, but the touch�it had been thorough. He clearly remembered the feeling of it. It was not anything close to being touched by
human hands, but more like an infinite caress. His mind had shown resistance,
but he could see that his body was telling him otherwise. There would be need for deeper investigation
whenever he would have the time.

End of Chapter 1

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