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Post by morethanacrush on Mar 12, 2008 23:21:18 GMT -5
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Post by stefdarlin on Apr 20, 2008 18:55:21 GMT -5
Chapter 17: The Ties That Bind
Serena felt warm and safe for the first time in a long time. Her heart over flowed with joy at seeing her aunt and uncle once more and she could not help the sobs that escaped her mouth as she was held in their loving embrace. Her eyes stung and her chest ached but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to know that they were still alive and well. Tightly she clung to them both, never wanting to let go. So afraid this was yet another dream, that if she let go they would disappear and the harsh reality that was Adelaide would once more raise its ugly head.
Minerva and Albus held Serena and each other as the girl cried. Tears swam in their eyes. So much time had been lost making the verity she was back in their lives bittersweet. Relief washed over them, the spell was broken and Adelaide’s treachery was no longer a plague upon anyone. The little group stayed linked, arms and hands, heads together, for a long moment just savoring the sensation that ran from one to the other.
Finally, Albus leaned back and told Serena, as he looked to Minerva, “Serena, my dear, I know you are weak, but take this time to draw on our strength. In the past you have taken our sorrow and our pain, so let us return your generosity by sharing our strength with you now.” His eyes met Minerva’s in a time worn look of understanding between them. Minerva nodded at Albus and gave Serena a reassuring smile.
“Yes, lass, the sooner you regain your strength the sooner you can leave the Hospital wing.” Minerva squeezed her hand to comfort the younger witch.
Watching them through wet lashes Serena nodded slightly. Albus and Minerva leaned in again to hold Serena close. Their linked bodies and hands were soon bathed in golden light as Serena attempted to use her empathic powers. The radiance hovered for just a moment then faded. It was not long enough to draw much strength but Serena felt it lift her briefly.
A look of concern crossed Minerva’s face and she looked to Albus. “Albus?” He raised his eyebrows. “Did the spell drain her powers? Why is she so weak,” her brow creased as she questioned him.
A brief look passed between Albus and Serena but Minerva caught it. She stopped herself from thinning her lips. From that look she knew Serena’s weakness must have been the result of something involving Albus rather than Adelaide. But she would remain quiet for now and ask questions later. Right now her concern centered on Serena and her well being even though her color was better and Albus, though he did look weary, seemed none the worse for wear. Minerva turned her lips up slightly to allay any hesitation on Albus’ part.
Albus was about to speak when Serena laid her hand on Minerva’s arm and looked at Albus. “Thank you…,” she hesitated as her voice cracked a little. “…Thank you, both of you. I…before you removed the block I had already lost that feeling of nagging, as if I was finally in the right place. Adelaide…,” Serena swallowed the lump in her throat at the though of her father’s sister. Her temper simmered beneath the surface at that betrayal.
Serena had her memory back completely and she realized Adelaide had slowly lost her mind at her inability to perform magic normally. When Serena had arrived at the Celestia Estate so long ago she had felt the blackness in Adelaide’s aura immediately but she never realized to what lengths her aunt would go to satisfy her thirst for magic. Since her youth she had paid a heavy price for not listening to what her abilities perceived in Adelaide’s aura. Never had she imagined her father could love Adelaide the way he did if she were as bad as Serena first sensed. So Serena had believed in her father and his love of his sister. However, she had never trusted Adelaide, even when she had no memory of the events of that fateful night or of her family. The memories, free of their bonds, flooded her senses and Serena sucked in her breath at all the images. She closed her eyes and swallowed as she forced them back and focused on the present, continued with her first question.
“The spell Adelaide placed on me only made me forget, right,” she questioned as her eyes sought the deep blue eyes of her uncle. Minerva moved her arm to link her fingers with Serena’s in a gesture of comfort and drew Serena’s green gaze to her own.
Albus nodded and replied, “That is correct my dear.”
“Then I wonder where the niggling and uneasy feelings came from? Could it have been a side affect,” Serena rasped out the question as her voice faltered again, displaying her return of weakness.
Albus reached out and took her other hand as Minerva continued to grasp her hand tightly. “Serena, I believe your unease was not a side effect of the spell, but a by product of it. Your memories were stolen, but I believe you were subconsciously searching for Minerva and I. And, I believe, had we truly died so long ago, you would have continued to search for us for the rest of your life,” he finished. His eyes were sad as he gazed at her and his hand tightened around hers in reassurance.
As Minerva listened she swallowed hard. Thinking in ‘what ifs’ was difficult and she did not want to wear away the happiness she felt in this moment. Her eyes fell back on Serena and she noticed the younger witch attempt to stifle a yawn. Serena was also looking very worn. They would talk; they needed to talk, but when Serena was stronger. For while Minerva knew what had happened to Serena she would let her know she was there for her as she always had been and would be.
“Serena love,” Minerva began, caressing her arm and drawing her gaze. “You need more rest,” she said gently.
“But…,” Serena began to protest weakly, “I want…I need to talk to you. I…I’m…what if I fall asleep and can’t wake again,” she finished as fear rose.
Poppy came into the wing and heard Serena’s worries. “Now, now dear, the spell is broken and you know Albus and Minerva are alive. You shouldn’t regress. But if it will make you feel better, I can give you a dreamless sleep potion which should wear off naturally in a few hours,” Poppy told her and surveyed the three with a bright smile on her face. From her office she had seen them emerge from Serena’s mind and witnessed their tearful joy. Being sentimental herself, she had shed a tear or two as well and Alastor had rubbed her back and nuzzled her neck. But now she was all business as she explained away Serena’s doubts.
Serena sighed wearily. She was still weak from draining her powers, the removal of Adelaide’s spell and the near madness that had held her captive. She didn’t want to rest more but she had expended the small amount of energy she had regained with her sobbing. She conceded to Poppy’s suggestion. “Alright, but…,” she began and reached for Minerva when she made to move, her hand resting on Minerva’s arm. “You’ll return,” Serena questioned hesitantly, her eyes searching Minerva’s.
Minerva’s eyes misted a little and her hand caressed Serena’s jaw as she replied, “Oh child, my heart never left. But yes, I will be back shortly. You need your rest and your uncle and I have some things we need to attend to. But I will be back before you wake again.”
A relieved smile curved Serena’s lips and she sighed. “Okay, I will hold you to it,” she responded as she looked at Minerva.
Poppy moved in to give Serena the potion and within minutes the younger witch slept. “She should awaken within a few hours. In the meantime you both should also get some rest,” the mediwitch added as she observed their tired faces.
“Thank you Poppy…for everything,” Minerva said and enveloped her friend in a warm hug.
“There is no need to thank me Minerva. You are my oldest and dearest friend. We have been through more together than I can possibly recount. You know I will always assist you, both of you,” she added pointedly as her gaze traveled to Albus, “when I can.”
Albus shifted uneasily. He knew the time for explanations had come. “Thank you Poppy, m’ dear,” he told her. He moved to Minerva to tuck her arm around his and they left the Infirmary.
Quietly they made their way to the Headmaster’s tower and their chambers. Once inside Albus closed the door and cast an imperturbable spell on it. At that moment Minerva, who had crossed the room, whirled around, her eyes emblazoned and spoke, “Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! Why is that child in the Infirmary?” Her hand stabbed out a finger in the direction of the Hospital wing.
Albus grimaced at the use of his full name but he stood erect though he looked sad at her words. “Minerva…my love…,” he began but she cut him off.
“Don’t you ‘my love’ me! I saw the look you two shared. I know Serena is there, I only need to know if it is because of you or because of her,” she finished, her temper still simmering.
Albus’ shoulders slumped. “The fault is mine Minerva,” he began and she sucked in a breath. He turned toward the large window to look out over the lake. “I found a ring containing The Resurrection Stone. And I thought…I thought,” he wavered and ran his hand through his hair in frustration and turned back to face her.
His deep, blue eyes searched hers, willing her to understand. If anyone could understand him, she could. She knew him, better than any other, this was his wife. “I was a fool Minerva! An utter fool! You know my past…my family. I thought if I could see them just once more, explain…apologize,” he elucidated and his eyes misted when they landed on hers.
Minerva’s anger began to recede at his explanation but she remained silent as he went on. She moved closer to him as he continued. “I knew…I knew that ring had a curse placed upon it, but I put it on anyway. If it weren’t for Severus and Serena being here I would not be before you now. I, above all others, know of such things and yet…,” he paused and put his face in his hands.
Minerva crossed the room and stood before him. She pulled his hands away from his face and her emerald eyes searched his. “But Albus,” she beseeched him; “you are a man. A man…not just the greatest wizard of our time, but a man who makes mistakes, we all do, whether directly or indirectly…we all do, that is what makes us human,” she finished. Her words trailed off into a whisper. “Please, tell me what happened when Severus and Serena found you? Somehow I think you are trying to protect me, but that time is past. For us to continue we must be united. We always were when Serena was a child and after…and for us to move past this, we need to be now. Don’t shut me out Albus. As V…Voldemort gets stronger we need to confide in one another not conceal things.”
“Don’t repeat your mistakes with Harry last year with me now. I love you, Albus, it has always been so, and I will support you now, no matter your decision. But I am asking you…let me in, my love. Together we are so much stronger.”
Albus sighed as their eyes locked. Minerva was a strong witch. She had to be to be his wife. She was right. Now was not the time for separation and suppression but for unity on all fronts. He knew Serena would share her past events with Minerva soon and he would be there for her. But now he revealed all that had happened in the past few days. The curse, Severus’ quick thinking, as well as Serena’s, and what had happened out in the Forbidden Forest.
Minerva gasped at the images before her, of Serena’s sacrifice for Albus. Tears hovered but she willed them away and pulled Albus into her caring arms. She knew he felt guilty about Serena, even if he had no way of stopping her decision. “My love, do not feel guilty. Serena made her own decision, it was hers to make. However, I can understand why she made it, and you should also.” She leaned back to gaze at him.
Albus’ eyes landed on hers and he nodded. He understood all too well the power love held. If he knew of a solution to a problem which would spare someone he loved, he would not hesitate to use it, even if his life hung in the balance. They embraced each other and Albus murmured, close to her ear, “Minerva…I love you, more today than yesterday, more tomorrow than today…always. Forever.”
She turned her head and their lips met in a lingering kiss. Once their lips parted, Minerva sighed and whispered in his ear, “Come to bed, my love…always, my love.” Her eyes shone into his and, at her invitation, Albus grasped her hand and followed when she pulled him toward their bedroom. Quietly, they shut the door behind them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Severus stood in the darkness. His breath caused mist to rise with each breath. He had just entered his residence to check on Wormtail when his mark had burned, summoning him and Pettigrew to the dark labyrinth where they stood along with a dozen other Death Eaters. Before him lay the lifeless body of Emmeline Vance, her clothes were muddy and tattered, her dark hair tangled and her light golden eyes stared lifelessly up at him.
Severus held himself rigid but a grimace crossed his face under his mask. His heart sunk at the sight before him. This was his fault, no matter that the woman had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. His false information had caused the Dark Lord to seek her out and she had been unaware of the danger. But she had remained true to the cause and brave. She had fought. And when the Death Eaters had produced the veritaserum she had turned a wand on herself rather than let them wheedle the truth out of her about The Order and his allegiance.
Now, the Dark Lord moved menacingly around the circle. He waved his arm and all masks disappeared in a haze of black smoke, his red eyes lingering briefly on each entity in the circle. He stopped at Severus and leaned in. Severus could smell his rancid breath but he remained immobile, his mind clear of anything he needed to keep from Voldemort but emitting the images the Dark Lord required of him to believe in him. It was an ability he had perfected, not only to play his part but to gain the information he needed to aid the side of light. The Dark Lord paused briefly, as if mulling something over, but then his cold, high voice rang out.
“My faithful followers…tonight we have witnessed the death of one who was against us, one of The Order who slows our inevitable progress to victory and domination. But, like her…they shall all meet the same fate. For those who are against us deserve no less than death. And now, I direct your attention to the one who brought her existence to our knowledge,” he finished chillingly.
The Dark Lord stood by Severus and motioned for the others to move aside. They all moved and acknowledged the new order with Severus by the side of the Dark Lord. On the other side of Voldemort a dark witch moved furiously. Her dark eyes flashed at Severus’ new position with their leader. Her dark hair fell in a mass of waves down her back and her lips were deeply red against her pale complexion. Severus noticed her jaw clench. Bellatrix Lestrange was enraged to say the least.
Still, Severus played his part and remained impartial to all thoughts and emotions. That would be a sign of weakness. It would cause disfavor and distrust in the Dark Lord and, most likely, his death. This new development, being the Dark Lord’s next in command, was to his advantage as he would be privy to more information. But it would also mean a greater risk to himself. He was sure there was another layer to the reasoning behind the Dark Lord’s promotion. As he looked around the circle he noticed the looks he received. The lesser Death Eaters looked at him with something like respect, but he saw that some of the others, ones who had served the Dark Lord longer, looked at him with barely hidden contempt. He could see he would have to watch his back well in the near future.
The Dark Lord smiled. He seemed pleased, not because of his announcement but because of the unrest travelling along the faces of his followers as they took in the information. He leaned towards Severus again and told him, “You have done well for now. But situations are coming. Soon, your loyalty will be revealed my friend, Dumbledore will be gone and his precious school will be mine. It will teach only those who are fit to be taught in the ways of magic. But first…I have other retainers to attend to. You shall remain.” Voldemort’s calculating eyes glittered in the darkness and Severus nodded his ascent.
Severus forced thoughts of pure-blood mania to his mind and received a generous, yet horrible smile from The Dark Lord. The others in the circle shifted on their feet and were getting restless again. Voldemort turned from Severus and addressed them. “My loyal servants…I have spoken to you of your duties and missions. Depart us now as we lay our siege upon those who defy us. We are gaining strength and soon our hard work will be revealed.”
As the Dark Lord’s words ended, the Death Eater’s in the circle disapparated one by one. Severus remained as his ‘Master’ had instructed. Soon, after the others had gone, Severus saw that Bellatrix also remained. She watched him with open hostility but her gaze was drawn to the Dark Lord when he spoke her name.
“Ahhh, Bella. No other serves me the way you do,” his voice lowered almost seductively and a low chuckle passed his lips. Bella looked to her master and a slow, burning smile came to her mouth. She sauntered over to his side and leaned down, caressing his form as she went, to kiss his robe and kneel at his feet.
“Master, I am loyal only to you. How can I serve you further?” The words left her lips like those of a lover as she writhed on the ground at his feet.
“I have come to the understanding that you know of someone who wishes to join my Death Eaters,” he told her, his voice harsh and cold, a slight evil smile gracing his lips. Bella did not look up. “Yes Master,” she forced out and a tremble ran through her.
Severus thought it might be a tremble of thrill for what was to come. He felt a strange sense of foreboding but then Voldemort continued. “Then go. Go and bring them here and we shall see how well you have done.”
“Yes…yes Master,” she rasped out with barely contained excitement, looked up at the dark figure of her Master, cast a knowing, devious look at Severus and disappeared.
Voldemort looked at Severus with his shrewd eyes and directed a chilling smile at him. “And now, my friend, with Bella’s return, you shall learn what is expected of you,” he ended and threw his head back to laugh maniacally. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Minerva made her way to the Hospital wing to check on Serena. According to Poppy she should be waking soon. Minerva and Albus had decided she should spend some time with Serena alone. Albus said he could tell her what he and Severus had seen in Serena’s memories but he felt Serena would rather be the one to tell her aunt about her past. He wanted to give them both a chance to maintain a level of privacy and trust between the two of them, to reestablish the bond between them.
From the little of Serena’s memories Minerva had seen she felt the bond was still there. However, she was nervous about what her niece would reveal and how strong she would need to be to support Serena. Minerva didn’t want Serena to feel the need to keep things from her, to spare her feelings or shelter her.
As Minerva entered the Infirmary Poppy greeted her with a hug. “How are you,” she asked with genuine concern.
Minerva returned her embrace and leaned back to look at the matron with a gleam in her eye. “I am well. Albus told me about what happened in the Forbidden Forest.”
Poppy’s look held some relief. “You’re back just in time. She’s starting to rouse just now.” Poppy moved so Minerva could shift to Serena’s side. “I’ll be back in a little bit to check on her but she is regaining her strength more rapidly now.”
Minerva smiled and told Poppy, “Thank you.” She then turned to the bed and sat down in the chair next to it. Her eyes roved over Serena’s form taking in the pinked cheeks and rosy mouth. Then emerald eyes met misty green and both crinkled in smiles at seeing the other when they locked.
Minerva rose and plumped pillows as Serena shifted to rise up some. Then, once Serena was settled, she returned to the chair and took Serena’s hand. For a moment they stayed there in silence. Minerva squeezing Serena’s hand and steeling herself for what the girl would share with her.
Serena watched her aunt, watched her face. She could feel the apprehension in Minerva but she knew her aunt had prepared herself. She needed Serena to confide in her, to hold nothing back, as was normally her nature, sparing others pain. But not this time, so she began. Tentatively at first, her words found purchase on her lips but then they seemed to fall from her mouth without her consent.
Serena shared the events of that dreadful night so long ago. Of the betrayal Adelaide had brought upon their family and the harsh reality she had revealed to Serena’s father. Serena explained how Adelaide had disposed of the portkey only family members knew of making it impossible for Serena to escape. Serena shuttered a little at the memories and her eyes welled. She remembered that night and it would haunt her for a while, but she felt she could get past it. Her eyes studied Minerva, noted a tear slide down her face, but when Serena would typically attempt to take that pain away she simply furrowed her brow and pressed on.
She continued with her stay in St. Victor’s and how she felt when Adelaide had lied to her about Albus and Minerva’s deaths. She had felt her world had ended. She also shared her empathic feelings of Adelaide’s aura with Minerva. How she had been surrounded with a darkening cloud. As Serena reflected upon her time in the Hospital a memory niggled at the back of her mind. She could not place her finger on it but it was there and so she forged ahead.
She then told of the years that followed and how Adelaide forced her to comply with her wishes to do magic. Now that the spell was removed she found it amazing that she could see herself as Adelaide initiated the spell and caused her to forget her place, only to resume helping her with her schemes. As Serena got older she avoided Adelaide as much as she could but Adelaide would always seek her out and once she found her she was subject to the mind altering spell. Since Serena thought she and Adelaide were the only members left of their family she had no where to turn and the Celestia Estate was the only home she remembered. As an empath it was important for her to feel a sense of home even if it caused her pain. Thus, she had never tried to run away.
Serena looked at Minerva again and saw anger in her eyes. She felt the rage in her aura as she comprehended all that had passed. As Serena shared her tale with her aunt she felt stronger with each passing moment. Bolstered by this feeling she went on. She then revealed the final act in Adelaide’s life and her incurring death from the plant she had created. When Serena’s gaze traveled to Minerva’s this time she thought she saw a glimmer of satisfaction at the woman’s demise. However, when she explained the circumstances she found herself in after Adelaide’s death she felt Minerva’s pain more sharply.
“Auntie Minerva,” Serena questioned, using the childhood endearment to gain her aunt’s attention.
Minerva looked at Serena and her pain subsided some. Her lips lifted in a gentle curve and she replied, “Yes, lass.”
“Thank you for listening and helping me to be strong. It is so very hard not to take people’s pain when it is instinctive and second nature. I love and admire you for so many reasons. When I was a child I couldn’t have been happier than I was with you and Uncle Albus and my parents…,” Serena broke off as she drew her breath in sharply. The niggling at the back of her mind had surfaced and revealed an ugly consequence of the night she was attacked.
Minerva became alarmed at once. “What is it child?”
Serena closed her eyes as her thoughts ran rampant and voices swam in her head. The voices echoed and one male voice was prominent. It repeated over and over in her head until she forced her eyes open once more and frantically sought out Minerva.
“Wh…when I was at St. Victor’s I remember now something the mediwizard said,” she forced out in a rasp and her eyes were red rimmed but dry. Her throat hurt unbearably and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Serena felt a sickening feeling in her stomach as the meaning of the words struck home. She had had passing thoughts over the years but it had seemed forgone; it had seemed she had time to ponder the possibilities but now, she wasn’t so sure. Never had it occurred to her that it might never be possible for her…, her thoughts tortured her and she clutched the blanket beneath her hand.
Minerva rose from her chair and moved to sit on the bed next to Serena. She grasped her arms and drew her attention out of her torturous thoughts. “What, lass? What did the mediwizard say,” she questioned with urgency.
Serena closed her eyes and swallowed with difficulty, then raised her gaze to Minerva and whispered, “That the surgery went well but I may never be able to have children.” Serena’s eyes rested on Minerva’s then closed as she took in the information.
Minerva’s heart went out to Serena. She knew all to well the pain of being unable to bear children. Gently she released Serena’s arms and began to rub them up and down. “Serena…,” she began with care, “I know how you feel, but the mediwizard’s statement was not completely negative. We can have Poppy check…”
Serena looked up, her breath held. She heard a rustle to her left and saw Poppy stood there. She had returned upon hearing Serena’s gasp earlier. When Serena’s gaze met Poppy’s she saw the determined look on the matron’s face. Not saying a word she nodded to Madame Pomfrey and the matron moved in. During her examination Minerva held Serena’s hand; Serena grasped it tightly and drew on Minerva’s strength at her insistence.
When the assessment was over Poppy looked at Serena determinedly but Serena thought she saw sadness in her gaze. “There is a lot of scarring. I am afraid it is unlikely you will ever conceive. I am sorry love.” Poppy placed a gentle hand on Serena’s shoulder then, with resignation she lowered her head and left the other two women in the room. Tears swam in Minerva’s eyes as she watched Serena sit there stunned and speechless. She had never realized how it would feel if the possibility of having children were stripped away. She sought out Minerva and closed her eyes when she saw the tears in her aunt’s eyes.
“Serena…,” Minerva began and sat back on the bed. She was startled when she heard the degradation and anger in Serena’s voice.
“What man will want me now? I have absolutely nothing to offer anyone! My life has had no focus, I have no foreseen way to support myself with this war unless I want to hand myself over to Voldemort and now I can’t even have…have,” Serena couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. Then she lowered her head in her hands and continued, “If Adelaide were here my life would be perfect…I could just kill her and they could send me to Azkaban, maybe a Dementor’s…,” she broke off when Minerva shook her.
“That…will…be…enough,” Minerva yelled at her. “Look at me…Look at me,” she placed her finger under Serena’s chin and pulled her face up. “Do you think that Albus loves me any less because I couldn’t give him children,” she threw the question at Serena while all the pain she still felt rose to the surface. “Never did I think you could disappoint me…,” she went on but Serena stilled her with her words.
“Please…I did not mean to hurt you…never…I didn’t realize,” she started and grasped Minerva’s hand when she made to move from the bed. The force of Minerva’s pain hit Serena and she gasped. Even with her powers not fully restored the pain was unbearable to her. Tears rose in her eyes and she released her aunt to cover her face with her hands while she rocked back and forth for a moment. Serena stopped and looked at Minerva. “I am sorry…you never told me…” Her gaze pleaded forgiveness from Minerva. “It’s alright child. I know you did not know. Indeed I never told you. You were too young to know such things. But I…I have just never heard you sound so bitter, so sorry for yourself. When you were a child you were ever sweet tempered to an extent.” Minerva’s pain receded. She had let the irony of the situation raise old hurts and now she pried herself from Serena a little to lean back and study her.
“It’s just…oh Auntie Minerva, I love Severus and…he…what will he…,” her breath came in pants making it difficult to speak as her anxiety rose.
“Shh love. It’s alright,” Minerva smoothed Serena’s hair a little. She was not ready for this revelation but she could not say it was unforeseen. When she had been in Serena’s mind with Albus she had realized Severus and Serena had gotten closer. Closer than, honestly, she had thought the potions master capable of. But now she simply told her what she knew. “Serena love, if he loves you, it will not matter. It will be a matter for you to overcome together as Albus and I have. Besides, fate sometimes has a way of making up for shortcomings.” Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the younger witch.
Serena looked up at Minerva, a timid smile resting on her lips as she leaned in and enveloped Minerva in a generous hug. “I am sorry I hurt you, I never meant to. Thank you for your strength…I love you,” she murmured into Minerva’s shoulder.
“I know, child, I know…and I love you too,” Minerva told her as tears rose again and she hugged her back tightly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort’s gaze pierced Severus once they were alone. Severus could feel the Dark Lord probing his mind and he immediately pushed all the scenes Voldemort required to the forefront, making certain the thoughts, knowledge and memories which needed to remain hidden remained so. Severus’ accomplishments in Occlumency assisted him in keeping such knowledge from the Dark Lord, otherwise all would be lost. He felt the Dark Lord retreat from his mind, seemingly satisfied with his visions. Off to his left he heard a rustle of robes and turned, his wand drawn at the new intruder. Voldemort simply stood where he was and let the new figure approach.
A large, stocky figure with a thick, broad chest and bulging, muscular arms emerged from the darkness. His robes were tattered as if they had been ripped and repaired many times over. His face seemed to hold a permanent sneer as if he was snarling and his nose was prominent on his face. His eyes were a bright yellow and seemed to almost glow from within. His shoulder length hair was graying considerably but still had a peppering of black and curled a little at his ears. His scruffy, rough appearance was intimidating even without a wand in his hand. His glowing eyes rested on Severus and he gave a low chuckle. “I see your liege does not take kindly to my presence,” he barked out in a harsh voice.
“Ahhh, but then I have never trusted my back to werewolves, Fenrir,” Severus replied coldly. Fenrir’s eyes lingered on Severus for a moment then traveled to Voldemort when he spoke.
“And to what do we owe your audience Greyback,” the Dark Lord queried in his daunting voice.
Fenrir hesitated briefly then replied, “You sent word to contact you here if we reached a decision. I came myself…to inform you of our…cooperation.”
“Ahhh, good, very good, I am sure you and your supporters will not be disappointed with your choice. It would please me for you to remain and meet the guests I am expecting. I think you will find our discussion most…appealing,” Voldemort told him with a chilling smile then turned to Severus who still stood with his wand drawn and pointed at Greyback. “Severus, this will take you to your next destination. Please wait for further instruction once you are there.” Voldemort held out a golden key, a portkey, to Severus.
Severus nodded and bowed aristocratically. “Yes, my Lord.” As he took the portkey he felt a jolt in his mid-section and a sickening spinning began. Almost instantly he landed on his feet in the dark and struggled to regain his equilibrium. As he regained his focus he noticed the Dark Lord stood off in the distance with Greyback near him. He realized the portkey must have only transported him a short distance away from the Death Eater’s original meeting place. He was close enough to hear when Fenrir complained of Severus’ previous presence to Voldemort but far enough as to remain unseen. He paid close attention to the scene before him. He knew the Dark Lord would not let him remain if he was not to be included, in some way, in the meeting which was about to take place.
As Severus watched, Bellatrix appeared. She had apparated to the meeting place. She was soon followed by a tall, lanky teenage boy with starkly blonde hair and a small, thin woman with hair the same color as the boy which hung in heavy tresses down her back. She moved ahead of the boy apprehensively and knelt at Voldemort’s feet. The boy watched her and followed her example. The two rose from the ground when the Dark Lord bid them to rise and flicked uneasy glances at the disheveled body of Emmeline Vance. Their gaze returned to the Dark Lord when he spoke.
“Bella tells me you seek my favor, Draco.” Voldemort moved menacingly around them as he spoke. “Why have you come to this decision?”
Draco swallowed visibly and cast a nervous glance at Greyback who stood near the Dark Lord sneering and showing his pointed, yellowing teeth. “I…I …my father began service to you when he was my age and I wish to continue his service to you my Lord. J…join your Death Eaters,” he finished somewhat tensely but his gaze returned to Voldemort and remained steady.
“So you only wish to join my ranks because your father was a Death Eater also? Bella speaks so highly of you I thought you would have a better reason,” he explained in a warning tone which was not lost on the audience before him. Bella smiled evilly while the pale woman twitched and Draco shifted uneasily.
“I wish to join you because you are the greatest wizard in the world. For you to mentor me in your service,” Draco replied in a slightly, wavering voice.
“Ahhh, a wise decision for one so young, you realize, to gain entry you must provide your pound of flesh by completing my order, boy,” Voldemort studied the boy with a penetrating gaze and he looked down involuntarily.
Draco swallowed then looked up and said quietly, “Yes.”
The Dark Lord steepled his fingers together in front of his mouth for a moment then replied in a harsh tone. “So be it, your task is to kill Albus Dumbledore before the school year is finished.” He lowered his hands and his lips twisted up in an ugly smile.
Draco paled but stiffened and nodded. His hands clenched at his sides. The pale woman gasped involuntarily and her light blue eyes shimmered with tears. “M…my Lord, I beseech you. The task you request is too difficult…,” she began but the Dark Lord cut her off.
“Narcissa, do you question my judgment? After your husband’s recent failure to me you dare to reveal misgivings?” Voldemort moved in threateningly and Narcissa retreated, falling to her knees and raising a hand in defense.
“No! Never my Lord…I just…Draco is a boy, my only son! Dumbledore is too powerful; he would surely kill Draco…I merely request an easier task…,” she tried again but Draco interrupted.
Draco’s mouth rose up on one side in a sneer. “Quiet Mother! I can do it…I…I know of a way to gain entrance to Hogwarts for the Death Eater’s. To join you I will do what you want, I will k…kill Dumbledore,” he stated, his body shaking slightly.
Fenrir licked his mouth and his face held a look of glee at the outcome of the meeting. Narcissa leaned back on her knees and moaned audibly but said nothing more. A slow smile of satisfaction curved Bella’s lips and Voldemort nodded.
“Very good, you can report your progress to your aunt. I do not think I need to remind your mother of the privilege it is to serve me and the need for privacy in such matters. If she speaks of this to anyone I shall know.” His red gaze penetrated the pale woman on the ground and she nodded hesitantly. Voldemort looked back at the boy and advised, “Do not fail me Draco. You understand what failure means.”
“Yes, my Lord,” he said quietly and seemed to shrink at the thought.
At the mention of Draco’s task Severus felt his skin grow cold and his insides clench. He now understood why the Dark Lord had wished him to stay. The order he had given Draco was a sure death sentence for the boy, a likely punishment for his father, Lucious’, failure in a previous task. And when the boy failed, The Dark Lord would require Severus to be there to complete that task. Having Severus observe from a distance was Voldemort’s idea of a subtle suggestion. He understood all too well how the Dark Lord’s mind worked.
Severus watched as everyone in the labyrinth disapparated. Quietly he cleared his mind and pushed all betraying thoughts away then made his way to stand by The Dark Lord. A large snake slithered into the circle and Voldemort lifted it onto his shoulders. He stroked the serpent in a seductive caress as his red eyes met Severus’ black ones.
“You understand what I require of you,” he said quietly.
Severus gazed back coolly, his face a rigid mask and gave a slight nod. “Yes, my Lord.”
TBC
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Post by furandfeathers on Apr 20, 2008 21:43:55 GMT -5
This is me demanding more....please. I love the way this follows HBP and yet, is a completely different story at the same time. And about a million times better than HBP, I might add. I adore the interaction between Serena and Minerva, I hope to see more of that!
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Post by stefdarlin on Apr 20, 2008 22:23:51 GMT -5
This is me demanding more....please. I love the way this follows HBP and yet, is a completely different story at the same time. And about a million times better than HBP, I might add. I adore the interaction between Serena and Minerva, I hope to see more of that! I am sooo glad you liked the chapter. And your compliment made me **blush**! Thank you, you made me smile from ear to ear. ;D My mind has been working overtime of late and I think you will like what is to come. The story will be interwoven with HBP and possibly even DH. RL has been a bear of late, but I think it will be getting back to normal now. My Muse seems very happy at the moment and I am hoping to post the next chapter next Friday. As for Serena and Minerva, I am sure we will see more of them together. As well as Severus and Serena, they miss each other so. Happy Reading/Writing and Cheers! Stef =o)
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Post by morethanacrush on Apr 21, 2008 20:37:42 GMT -5
I love it.
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Post by OSUSprinks on Apr 24, 2008 21:50:47 GMT -5
I agree with Lizz. Forever better than HBP!
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Post by stefdarlin on May 15, 2008 10:43:47 GMT -5
A/N: The words in italics are the song: Bring Me to Life by Evanescence. (Just click the name of the song if you would like to listen. =o) ) Chapter 18: The Heart of a Death EaterMusic filled his ears and fear filled his senses. His breathing was heavy but the spinning had stopped. Severus’ eyes adjusted to the darkness and roved down the hall of images. His heart pounded in his chest as he moved from image to image; Serena’s attack, her childlike reflection being hugged by Albus and Minerva and then a new reflection which caused his chest to clench in fear. Serena stood at the mercy of Voldemort. “Crucio,” The Dark Lord shouted then laughed sinisterly. Serena slid to her knees on the dirty floor and writhed, her body shuddering. Her mouth moved as if to call out but no sound came. Death Eaters surrounded them as Voldemort attempted to bend Serena to his will. They all pointed and laughed then began moving in to grasp at her robes. Severus yelled. A harsh, tortured sound erupting from his mouth as he entered the picture and tried to grab Serena to pull her to safety. But each time, his hands passed through her and he was left clutching nothing but air. Suddenly, he was in a circular room with Serena. She stood before him wearing robes of deathly black and, as he watched, her eyes met his and he receded, bringing up an arm in defense. Her eyes were black. Gone was the warm, passionate green he associated with her. All that was left was this desolate, soulless black gaze upon him. The music grew louder and words echoed in his head. How can you see into my eyes like open doors Leading you down into my core Where I’ve become so numb without a soul My spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back homeSeverus reached for her again and his hands found purchase on her arms. Serena gasped when his hands touched her. “Severus,” she pleaded. “Please, you must leave this place! I am lost to you, do not let Voldemort win. Do not let him use me!” “No! You are not lost! I have come to find you, bring you back,” he entreated, his hands tightening on her arms and shaking her slightly. Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run before I come undone Save me from the nothing I’ve becomeSerena leaned her head back and gave a cackling laugh. “Don’t be a fool Severus! The Dark Lord has won! He helped Adelaide steal my magic, my memories and my family from me. There is nothing left for me to return to.” “But there is Serena!” he exclaimed. “I am there, and Albus and Minerva are alive, they are waiting for you. All you have to do is take my hand.” He held his hand out to her as she stepped back in doubt; her eyes began to have a green swirl to them. Now that I know what I’m without You can’t just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to lifeThe floor stripped away and Serena screamed as she fell. Severus lunged forward and grabbed her hands, supporting her as she dangled. Below them Voldemort and Inferi pawed at her legs and robes, the pasty white flesh of the Inferi glowing in the darkness while The Dark Lord’s eyes blazed in mad fury up at Severus. Voldemort’s snake, Nighini, coiled around Serena’s legs and pulled her down, almost severing the contact of their hands. Severus heaved as he attempted to pull her up and away from the grasping fingers. Frozen inside without your touch without your love Darling only you are the life among the deadSeverus pulled Serena into his embrace and held her. “Please, Serena…return with me. I…I love you,” he confessed, his heart thundering in his chest. “Oh, Severus, I do love you. But I don’t know how to get back. I have been searching countless hours, countless days. You said you would help me. Please, you cannot leave me here like this. I need you,” she implored and the pain it caused felt like a knife. All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything Without a thought without a voice without a soul Don’t let me die here there must be something more Bring me to lifeThe music reached a crescendo in his head and Serena was snatched from his arms. Death Eaters ripped at her robes while she stood in the middle of their circle. Severus found himself immobile and looked up from his struggles when he heard the cold voice of his ‘Master.’ “ Imperio!” “No,” Severus called, his eyes landed on Serena and watched as she took a wand and turned it toward her chest. He observed in horror as her mouth opened and the familiar curse began to fall from her lips. “ Avada Ked…” she began. “NOOO!” Severus shouted and sat up, pulling the bedding with him. Sweat poured from his body and his chest was heaving. His breathing came in pants as he slowly realized it had been a nightmare, only a nightmare. He scrubbed his face with his hands, tossed his feet over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, trying to calm himself. He had had the same nightmare for three days now and had been at his residence, Spinner’s End, for almost a week. He had no way of knowing if Serena was alright, if Albus and Minerva had managed to wake her from her deep sleep and not knowing was weighing heavily upon him. Severus had remained where he was, as the Dark Lord insisted Narcissa would ask for his assistance in helping Draco, that she would seek him out in desperation. Now, it was five days later and he was beginning to think Narcissa might be stronger than he thought. No word from either side was beginning to grate on his nerves. However, he took pleasure in taking out his frustrations on Wormtail. His face drew up in a sneer just thinking of the detestable, simpering, cringing man. Lately, Pettigrew had taken to hovering at doors. Severus knew the man was trying to find some shred of evidence as to his allegiance, to gain back the trust of their Lord, but he wasn’t going to find it here. The edges of Severus’ lips curved up. Pettigrew made it easy for Severus to startle him out of his hiding places. Little did the fool know he was teaching Severus his tricks and how to avoid him in the future, even in his Animagus form Severus could spot him now. Severus rose from the dingy bed and crossed to the window. He pulled the curtain back slightly, and noted the faint light beginning to crest as the sun peaked over the horizon. His eyes studied the pink and purple hues cast to the sky and he wistfully thought of Serena, of how much pleasure she would take in such a sight and how desperately he wanted to return to Hogwarts and her. He acquiesced, to hell with Narcissa and Draco. If she did not come today he was returning to Serena. He needed to know, he was tired of waiting. Later in the evening, as Severus was preparing to leave, there was a knock on his door. When he opened it slightly, he found Narcissa and Bella standing there. Severus’ brow went up and he told Narcissa this was a surprise. Nervously, Narcissa begged entrance to his home, while Bella simply scowled from him to her sister and back again. He stepped back to admit the two witches. “Please come in,” he invited, and then shut the door after they entered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “NO!” Serena sat up quickly in the bed, her chest pounding with fear. The darkness in the room was thick enough to cut, but it was instantly severed as Minerva wove her wand and turned up the torches on the walls. The stern witch moved to Serena’s bed and sat down, taking Serena in her arms. “There, lass, it was only a dream. Shh. You are safe, here at Hogwarts.” Minerva smoothed her hair back and felt the younger witch burrow further into her dressing gown, as she had when she was little. “Do you want to talk about it?” Serena closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Ginger and spices danced on her senses and relaxed her as her mind instantly traveled back to a time when life was simple and without much worry. Her body relaxed and she nodded. She leaned back, her troubled eyes meeting Minerva’s. “It was the same again.” She looked down, frowning. “They make no sense. I have never been captured by Voldemort or the Death Eaters and I don’t believe my fear of such a thing is great enough to cause nightmares.” Her frown deepened. “I still see the attack; I am beginning to wonder if it will ever go away without another mind block. At first it made me sad, but now it increasingly makes me angry, which is pointless because everyone involved is dead and I have no one to direct my anger at.” She looked up wistfully. Minerva rubbed her back in consolation. “But even so, your anger is valid; perhaps when you are stronger we can find an outlet for it. It is not healthy to let it fester.” Serena sighed. She knew her nightmares also stemmed from her fear for Severus. However, every time she brought up her feelings about him to her aunt she sensed sadness in Minerva she didn’t understand. Therefore, she had refrained from mentioning him too often. It had been almost a week since she had regained her memories and three days since Poppy had declared her fit enough to leave the Hospital wing. She had also taken away the Dreamless Sleeping Draught, informing Serena too much use would make her dependent. So each night hence, her dreams were plagued with nightmares. Each night, she pleaded with him to leave her, to save himself. But every night he remained and insisted that he loved her. She frowned in her thoughts. Had he told her before? She was uncertain and she longed to have him near. But, she was not looking forward to their next meeting, as she had decided to let him go. She did not want to hold him to her when she could not bring herself to feel whole, no matter what Minerva said. And she didn’t think it was fair to Severus. He was a virile wizard, one who deserved a witch without reservations and without a flaw that would greatly affect his future, if he chose to pursue one with her. But the thought of Severus with another witch caused her heart to sink so Serena struggled to push the sad, frustrating thoughts away, trying to focus on the present. She sighed and studied Minerva. Serena had missed her face for so long, but she noted her aunt looked tired. She knew Minerva wasn’t getting the rest she needed and it was her fault. If she wanted her aunt to feel more relieved and get more rest she needed to go back to her room on the third floor. Minerva had insisted on her taking her old room back until she was better. Now seemed the perfect time to start picking up the pieces of her life and getting over the past. To start fresh in her “new” surroundings, she needed to act like the adult she was and move back to the room Severus had furnished her with. Minerva may resist at first, but Serena needed to do this if she was ever going to stop living in the past. That had never been a trait of hers before. But then, that was before she realized exactly what had been done to her and the consequences which ensued. With a look of determination she told Minerva, “I think I am going to move back to the third floor.” Minerva looked up, concerned. “Do you think you are ready?” “I don’t know. But I will never find out if I don’t try. I am no longer a child, even though every memory I have of you and Albus exists there. It is so easy to just want to remain in the past where I felt safe, but I want to move forward and make new memories, for all of us.” Serena looked up as Minerva smiled and clasped her hand, squeezing it. “But what am I going to do? How can I stay here once the school year starts? I don’t want to go back to the cave, but I will if I need to. It would tear me apart if I were to put either of you or the school in danger.” “Sh. Sh, child. I think Albus has come up with a solution to that problem, but we might need some suggestions from you. He has suggested hiding you in plain sight, keeping your enemies closer, you might say.” She gave Serena a scheming look, and Serena cocked her head to the side to study her. “What exactly did he have in mind?” “Well, we have never had a music teacher here at the school, but some of our students could benefit from learning how to control their abilities involving that area. From what we have seen and heard, you seem to have the ability to control your powers involving music very well and we feel that some students could benefit from such a class.” Minerva eyed her for a moment, then continued, “But, you would have to apply for the position and come up with a feasible demonstration of your ability to handle situations and reasoning for such a class. It is all part of the hiring process, and, of course, you and I will have to work on an identity. Perhaps, improve our Glamour abilities, for this to work.” Serena felt a strange feeling in her stomach as it did a somersault. Here was a way for her to remain where she was; to remain, not only at Hogwarts with her aunt and uncle, but close to Severus as well. She was giddy and frightened all at the same time. Her hand clenched tightly on Minerva’s in her excitement and fear. “Really? Uncle Albus is a genius! I think I have a solution to the identity already, but the test and hiring sounds tricky.” She put a finger next to her mouth in thought. “I am going to have to do a little research on that, though I do have an idea. Can I use the library for a little while?” Minerva chuckled a little at her excitement and made a face. “Of course, Lass. You should know anything here at Hogwarts is at your disposal, how about some breakfast before you get started though?” “That sounds wonderful!” Serena exclaimed and her stomach growled agreement at that moment. Minerva smiled and shook her head when Serena colored a little. “You go ahead and get dressed and I will call Florie to get our breakfast.” Minerva squeezed her hand once more and noted the wistful look that crossed Serena’s face. She knew there were still changes to the past her niece had to get used to, like the passing of Blossie and the fact that her daughter was now Albus and Minerva’s House-Elf. That fact seemed the hardest to comprehend, as Blossie was so full of life the last time Serena had seen her. And now, here was a different Elf in her place, one with some of the same mannerisms and features, but different none the less. Serena nodded and went to the bathroom to get dressed for the day, while Minerva made her way to the sitting room to call Florie. Later that day, Serena wandered the grounds, taking a break from the work she had started in the library. Her thoughts traveled from one scenario to the next. She finally felt like she belonged, but the only thought still plaguing her was the attack and the consequence it left her with. She was trying not to dwell on the fact she couldn’t have children, but she was finding it difficult. Even the nature surrounding her gave little comfort. Her anger was slowly changing to self-pity and guilt. Guilt that if Severus loved her, he would be wasting his time, time better spent building a relationship with a witch who could give him a family, build traditions with him. Serena was increasingly torn. She loved him, wanted him; needed him. But she needed to let him go. Give him the freedom to build a future that he chose. If the dreams were true and he had feelings for her, this was not going to be easy. But Serena felt she owed it to him. He had done so much for Albus, her and the wizarding world. He deserved a witch who was whole. Serena sighed in her sadness. She had come outside for refreshment; instead she found turmoil from within. She stood for a moment looking out over the Black Lake and realized she stood on the rock she and Severus had shared, watching the sunset. She sank to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees as her misty eyes rested on the beautiful sky before her. As she sat there, her thoughts chased each other turbulently and before she knew it, darkness had fallen. She then felt a presence behind her and stiffened. She knew it was Severus, he had finally returned. “Hello, Severus,” she said quietly, still gazing into the night. He remained quiet for a moment. Part of him was angry to find her out on the grounds of the castle, without protection, but he was also relieved to find her out of the Hospital wing. This meant she was recovering. However, he sensed she was angry and sad. Two emotions which made no sense to him in her, after all she had been through to get her here; he thought she would be happy. Instead, she seemed sadder than since this had all begun. He moved forward and sat behind her, pulling her into his embrace. Instantly, she stiffened again and turned in his arms. When she turned to look at him, she drew in her breath and held it. There was haziness to his aura. She had seen this before. Silently, she wished she was wrong, but knew she was not. “Severus, what have you done?” He frowned, worry planted itself, surely she could not tell? “I am trying to get closer to you,” he attempted, raising his hand to cup her cheek. Serena pulled away abruptly and stood up. “You have taken the Vow. Why would you do such a thing? What have you promised?” she asked, her voice rising as she realized he was not denying it. Severus also rose from the ground. “If you do not remember, my position puts me in delicate situations. It is of no consequence to you, what I have taken,” he sneered at her. This was not the homecoming he had envisioned and his temper was rising. “However, it is good to see you up and around. And your memory? Is it intact or do you require more potions to help you remember what has passed?” Serena felt his words like a dagger. As he mentioned consequence, she gasped and clenched her fists. Then, he took the knife and twisted it when he mentioned her memory. She felt his anger, dark and ebbing, but hers, which had been simmering over the past week boiled to the surface. She lashed out, wanting to hurt him as he had hurt her. “My memory is fine, thank you. But I am wondering if you are pleased to know that I remember everything…EVERYTHING!!! I understand about consequences, Severus. Because you serve a Lord who took away my future! You serve a Lord who…who took away the only thing I could give to a wizard I love, children! And since I thought that was you and I thought you deserved more, I was planning to let you go quietly. But since you don’t seem to think what I feel matters, you won’t mind me letting you go. It should be a relief, and perhaps, a little easier for me, to know you will be free to find a witch who is whole, instead of this severely flawed witch who stands before you!” Severus did not expect her tirade. In fact, he was trying to decipher her reasoning and did not realize she turned and stormed up to the castle. She left him there, stupefied and stunned. Had she just told him it was over between them? Why, because she couldn’t have children? The woman was making no sense. Leave it to her to be able to tell he had taken the Unbreakable Vow. He had not expected her question and had responded defensively. He frowned and looked out over the lake in the dark. He would give her the night to settle down and approach her in the morning, when their tempers were no longer so high. But first, he needed to find Albus, he didn’t want Serena to mention the Vow before he had a chance to speak to her uncle about the conspiracy which would soon come to Hogwarts. He turned, his cloak billowing behind him, and made his way to the Headmaster’s office. Serena stormed up to the front entrance, lost in her thoughts. Her anger was slowly beginning to recede and she realized what she had just done. She had let him go in a fit of anger. It was wrong, but his words had hurt her and his admitting to taking an Unbreakable Vow seemed the last straw for her tortured thoughts of the last week. How could he so coolly shrug it off? She closed her eyes tightly to fend off the demons that continued to plague her increasingly. She would be alone in her room for the first time with her memories of the attack, and her nightmares. No one would be there, not even Severus, to chase them away. She opened her eyes and made her way to her room determinedly, tonight began her endeavor to overcome the past, somehow she had to find a way to accept it or she would never get past it. Before he knew it, a week had passed and he had still not approached Serena. After talking to Albus, Severus realized the man planned to let him kill him, to satisfy the Vow. This only enforced the fact that Severus thought the Headmaster was crazy. Every time Severus mentioned finding a way to counter the Vow, Albus changed the subject. When he told Albus Serena knew he had taken an Unbreakable Vow the older wizard had gotten angry and asked how much she knew. He seemed relieved when Severus told him he had not told her what he had promised, only that she had sensed he had taken a Vow and he had not denied it. Then Albus had asked about their relationship. He seemed to want to ask something else, but stopped when Severus’ face had scoffed, and changed the subject. Albus had only irritated him more when he had bid Severus goodbye with a knowing, “I know you will do the right thing, Severus. You always do.” After that meeting, things with the Dark Lord heated up. He was constantly called away from the school on raids and meetings. The Dark Lord had many plans in action which were taking time, but did not look good for the side of light. Each time he returned to the castle, he sought out Serena, but she was always with Minerva during the day. He noticed each time he saw her; she looked more and more weary. There were dark circles under her eyes and she often looked as if she had not been sleeping. Something he knew all too well, as his nights continued with malevolent dreams, if he was able to fall asleep. Many nights he couldn’t sleep at all from worry over Serena. He decided, tonight he would confront her. He had too, for his own sake. Serena sat in the library staring off into space. Her stomach grumbled in hunger but the very thought of food made her ill. For a week she had been trying to defeat the images in her head of the attack on her own. She found herself in Minerva’s company during the day in an attempt to ward off the demons that afflicted her dreams night after night. Often she could hardly sleep as the Severus in her dreams proclaimed his love of her. A fact she found she desired, needed, above everything. Therefore, since it was not something she had, she tried to avoid sleep altogether. She could tell it was wearing on her, Minerva had said something about her appearance just the day before. So, she had decided not to seek her company today, asking for solitude to prepare for her interview. Minerva seemed reluctant but acquiesced to her request. During the course of the week, Serena’s sensitivity to Serevus’ presence seemed to have heightened. She knew when he was in the castle and when he was gone, which seemed to be increasingly often. Still, his sense of responsibility was first and foremost. It was always that way with him. The fact that she had let him go didn’t even seem to affect him. Perhaps she had been wrong in thinking he had told her he loved her before she had been released from the spell she was under. She sighed and closed the book in front of her. The clock behind her began to chime and she rose from the table. She needed to put in an appearance in her aunt’s chambers. But all she wanted to do was hide from the world and try to forget Severus, a fact that was going to be difficult if she had to work near him everyday. Slowly, she made her way to the Headmaster’s chambers and met Minerva in the sitting room. “Ah, just in time for dinner. Won’t you have a seat, dear?” Minerva asked, looking at Serena with love and concern. Increasingly, the lass was looking worn and she worried about her. She knew Serena was a stubborn and determined witch and she wanted to work out her problems on her own, but if this continued she was going to have to call Poppy back to the school. Minerva was trying to do as Poppy had instructed, let Serena find her way. That when Serena decided to go back to her own room, Minerva should try to let her work through her emotions on her own. But it was looking as if Serena needed help and was too stubborn to ask for it. Serena seemed lost in thought, but realized Minerva had spoken to her. “Huh? Oh, I am sorry. I just came up to tell you I was going to my room. I will call Dobby to get me something later. I am not hungry at the moment.” Serena’s stomach growled, revealing the lie and she pulled a face. Minerva laid a hand on her arm and beseeched, “Lass, I know this is hard, but remember, I am here and you can talk to me, about anything.” Serena looked at her aunt and a gentle curve came to her lips in an effort to ease her aunt’s worry. She laid a hand on top of Minerva’s. “I know, and I will- soon…but not now. I will see you in the morning.” As soon as Serena turned from Minerva the smile left her lips. How could she tell her aunt this wasn’t just about the attack? Much of it had to do with Severus and her nightmares. Of how much she needed, more and more, his love, but didn’t see how she could ever deserve it. It seemed to be eating away at her inside. Soon she would have to face the fact that he never harbored any feelings for her, it was only her dreams that gave life to the lie. That thought made her afraid to sleep at night, afraid she would fall back into her imaginary world forever, away from Minerva and Albus, and it made her angry. Angry that regaining her memory had thrown her into a world spiraling out of control. Before she knew where she was, Serena was back at her room. She entered and took in the comfortable surroundings. Severus was back in the castle, she could sense him near, and yet he never sought her out. Maybe he was relieved. And damn that Evan…she hoped he was burning in hell! He had taken the only thing, to her poisoned mind, that could mean a lasting link to Severus. Now that was over, her love crushed like an insect underfoot. Her temper flared and her magic crackled. Serena’s hair lifted as a breeze came from nowhere and she lashed out in her anger over the injustice that had been done to her. She swung her arms in a large arc and sent a forgotten teapot sailing across the room at the gilded mirror. As it struck, the teapot exploded and the mirror shattered with a crash. Serena heard nothing but suddenly realized someone grabbed her from behind. They forced her arms down and she lost focus. The wind died and her hair settled as the mirror fell to the floor with a loud crack. The room came back into focus and a familiar scent wafted to her nose. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Severus asked sardonically, as he helped her to her feet. Serena swung around and advanced on him, her anger resurfacing at his words. “What the hell do you care? It is obvious…” she began. “What is obvious is you are defacing school property and you seem to be under the impression that no wizard could love you if you can’t give them children. I understand this makes you angry, but surely you can find a better outlet for it than destroying antiques which have belonged to the school for centuries. You also seem to think I do not care for you. I assure you, Serena, I do.” He glared at her. She stopped and stared at him in shock. “But…” “What of me, Serena?” Severus eyed her form angrily. “What if I told you I could not give you children? Would you turn around and walk out that door?” He stabbed a steady finger at the door. She raised startled eyes to him, tears hovering. “No,” the word sounded like torture as it tumbled from her lips. She took a step closer to him but he stepped back. “Never, I…It would not matter to me as long as we could be together. Because…because I love you. You, not what you can give me, no material things…just you.” She took a deep breath and clasped her hands in front of her to keep them from shaking. “And yet you do not think I feel the same for you?” He moved toward her, his anger simmering near the surface and he grabbed her arms. He was terrified she would turn away, that she would leave and never return. Serena winced as his hands closed around her upper arms like steel bands. She felt a flicker in his aura, and then the sense of responsibility was back. She raised her eyes to his as realization struck her. “You love me too?” Her eyes searched his but his were guarded as he fought a losing battle. “You told me…before the potions took effect, didn’t you?” Severus’ eyes looked to the right briefly then returned to hers. “Please, Severus! All that is ever there is that damned sense of duty of yours! At times I feel something else, just beneath, and then you erect those barriers again.” “Show me; prove to me I am wrong then! Or is your sense of responsibility to my uncle, your obligations…are they more important than a little happiness for you? Of showing me how you feel?” she questioned defiantly, her green eyes intense with anger and passion. Serena watched his face as he seemed to battle with himself. Then, something seemed to snap. His aura glowed with his feelings and Serena gasped as his love hit her full force. His hands pulled her to him as his lips crashed against hers. His body enveloped hers and their lips claimed and searched; frantically seeking comfort and solace but also bringing heat and need. His arms moved around her and crushed her body against him. Their tongues tangled and danced, he nibbled her bottom lip then traveled to her chin, her neck and a sigh escaped her lips. “Severus,” his name was like a dream when it fell from her mouth. Severus raised his head and looked into her eyes. He then raised a finger to her lips, silently asking her to remain quiet. She stared at him with desire. “Shh…my love. You asked me to show you…let me show you. Do you remember what you did in the cavern, that giving and taking?” Serena nodded. “Do not do that until I tell you to, understand?” His finger was still on her lips but his gaze locked intently with hers and she nodded once more in understanding. With her submission to his request, Severus picked her up and she held onto him. He lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her lips fervently as he carried her to the bedroom. When they entered, he cast a wandless spell to turn down the covers and laid her down gently. He brought up a hand and caressed her face, hardly believing he had the love of such a witch as Serena. He could sense the love pouring from her and the desire in her eyes for him spoke the volumes he had never experienced with any other witch. His hands shook slightly as she lay before him and he removed her robes slowly. She shifted as he stripped each article away, laying her soul bare to him and his love. When she was naked before him, he removed the charm holding her hair back and it tumbled down, creating a halo around her. Her creamy skin flushed in the coolness of the room, as her hair draped across her chest. He stood and removed his robes while Serena watched him. Dark hair covered his chest and angled on his abdomen as it pointed to the evidence of his desire for her. His arms and legs were well-toned and angular. Her gaze traveled down his body and back up again, her body yearning for his touch. He seemed to read her thoughts as he moved to the end of the bed and began. Severus started at her feet. He studied them, the pink pads of her toes, he kissed each one in turn; the gentle arch of her foot, he trailed kisses down to her heel and then up to her sensitive ankle where his tongue darted out to caress the tender bone there. He continued his journey up to her knee, lifting her leg and licking the back of her knee then lightly sucking on it, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Serena. Her hands found his head and threaded through the lanky, black locks. They were soft and his gaze rose to hers. Gently, he removed her hands and put them at her sides. Her eyes were filled with longing and he felt a pull in his groin but he continued his slow exploration of her body as she grasped at the sheet. Severus alternated licking and kissing her leg up to her hip. He then moved to her other foot and repeated his journey up to the other hip. Serena was writhing beneath him. Her body was on fire from his tender torment. Next, he moved to her abdomen. He kissed every inch of her heated flesh, circling her belly button with his tongue then moving up to her stomach and beyond. His hands slid up her body, gently caressing every part he kissed, heightening her senses and her breath began to come out in pants. She felt heat rising in her center with every touch, with every flutter of his breath over her and her body arched up to meet his mouth, seeking more contact of skin to skin. His hands touched her everywhere and his mouth quickly followed. He drew circles over her body with his tongue and bumps rose over her flesh. Heat poured from her center and she felt the desire seeping from within her. His mouth plundered and enraptured her as he demonstrated his love for her. Her arms came up around him and pulled him closer. But, again, he moved them back to her side as his mouth continued its erotic journey and nibbled her smooth flesh. She leaned up into his touch and he traveled up, kissing her chest and then finding the tender spot at the hollow of her neck. She sighed in ecstasy, “Oh, Severus…” His tongue darted out, stroking her neck. He sucked lightly there a moment before continuing up her chin to her mouth where he lingered. He traced her lips with his tongue and his hands caressed her inner thigh. He stroked, circled, and then slid down the other side. Serena moaned and Severus plunged his tongue into her mouth while her hips rolled into his touch. His tongue twinned around hers, then plunged again, matching the movements of his hands. She moaned again as her muscles seized at her release and her hips rose from the bed. Her body shook as pleasure rocked her when his caresses brought her to the edge. When she breached the apex he moved back to her chest and began his sweet assistance once more. Stroking and tasting with his tongue, caressing and rubbing with his hands, nipping lightly with his teeth. This time, when she embraced him he did not remove her arms. Gently, she stroked his back, urging him up to her mouth for a kiss. Their mouths met and savored the taste of each other. He urged her tongue into his mouth and sucked, drawing a groan from his own mouth. He shifted over her and pulled his lips from hers. Gently, he moved over her, playing with each sensitive spot, running a finger up her inner thigh, and then traveling back down the other side. “Severus, please,” she begged, her body tingling from his attention and his caresses. She was spinning, delightfully, and teetering on the edge again. Their gaze met and she saw the love he held for her in his eyes, felt it in his aura. As he stared intently at her, he told her, “Now, Serena, now, my love.” He possessed her as the golden light took over and encased their bodies. His aura mingled with hers and he sensed her peak as it approached. The moment of his possession pushed her over the boundary and a guttural cry escaped her mouth. Her muscles tightened then clenched and a look of pure pleasure crossed her face as he watched her from above. Then, the pressure, as her soft heat surrounded him, was his undoing and his call joined hers as they reached the summit together and plummeted over. Her bliss continued in waves and he felt each crescendo when it fell over onto the next, as his own wrapped and bound to hers. He leaned down and kissed her lips tentatively, tenderly, and Serena brought her legs up around him, pulling him closer as the golden light faded. He rolled, taking her with him, and they lay there, tangled together. She looked up at him, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to regain their breath. He looked at her seriously. “From now on, never doubt my love for you, no matter what happened, or what will happen, it is ever constant, my love.” Serena met his dark gaze intently and nodded. “Never,” she replied and burrowed into his chest. His arms encircled her, holding her safely to him and a restful sleep finally claimed them. TBC
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Post by furandfeathers on May 17, 2008 23:06:30 GMT -5
Uh-oh...the unbreakable vow... come away from the green light! lol another stunning chapter though, I can't believe I almost missed it!! Can't wait for more
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Post by stefdarlin on May 23, 2008 10:59:34 GMT -5
I think it should be more a red light! 9And everytime I think or talk about a red light that song Roxanne pops in my head, argh!) Sometimes I just want to shake Severus but I know he had no choice. Somehow, we have to get him out of this mess and I think I know a way. Er, or someone does since Albus is not helping, and big surprise...it is not Serena. Thanks for the review, I am glad you didn't miss it. Cheers, Stef =o)
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Post by stefdarlin on Jun 9, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
***For those who would like the complete version of this chapter, it is in the lemon section. You can access it by simply clicking this link: All's fair in love and...dueling? *** A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my very first reviewer, ever, stilldirrty, whose birthday was June 2. ;D Thanks for your encouragement. Without it, I would have given up long ago. Chapter 19: All’s fair in love and…dueling?Serena stirred in her sleep when her body began to tingle delightfully. A warm, smooth surface traveled up her arm and across her neck, sending shivers down her spine and she moved her head, turning into the warmth next to her. A gentle curve touched her lips as they parted to let out a soft sigh and the caress continued up her body. She quivered as a fingertip traced a circle around her sensitive flesh, raising goose bumps and she let out a small gasp. Cool air floated over her shoulder and down to her hip. Slowly, she opened her eyes and they met the dark, desirous eyes of Severus. A small smile played on his lips and he leaned down to nuzzle her ear. “Good morning,” he whispered and drew her earlobe into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. Serena pressed deeper into his embrace and felt the evidence of his desire pressing against her hip. “Good morning,” she replied softly, reaching up to cup his cheek and then drawing her hand down around his chin. Severus’ hand traced lazy circles over her skin and then journeyed down her stomach in the lightest of touches. Her breath hitched again before his lips found hers and drew her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly. His lips then covered hers in a heated kiss and Serena moaned into his mouth when his hand caressed her and a yearning began deep within her. His fingers played along her curves and her body arched, seeking more contact with his touch. His mouth skimmed down her jaw and neck leaving a wet path of kisses in its wake. Open mouthed and hot, his kisses burned a trail down her body and he elicited a groan from her when his lips suckled pleasure points along the way. When he heard the sounds she was making, he seemed determined to push her even further. Her body was on fire and his fingers were causing her body to rise higher and higher as they traveled over her. Soon she began to tremble as he continued the exploration of her body, the tantalizing circles over her sensitive spots and the languid motions of his mouth as it traveled. “Severus!” His name was a husky, seductive morning whisper, tumbling from her lips and a low, throaty chuckle erupted from him like a growl. He pulled her over on top of him and Serena gasped at the sudden movement, straddling him to keep from losing her balance. In their new position she found herself open to his advances and slowly, they made love in the early morning light. Around them, the sun filtered through the window, the rays cascading down upon them and as they reached the summit, their breathing became ragged and short while their hearts thundered in unison. Severus reached up and ran his hands through her burnished locks as his lips found hers. Hungrily, they devoured her mouth, drawing heat and fire from within her and his body answered together with hers. They gasped and broke the contact of their lips when their bodies shook in the aftermath. Shuddering and panting, they laid back, wrapped around each other. From her position on top, Serena drew lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip then summoned enough strength to plant a kiss along the crisp hair that covered his chest. Severus brought his hand up to her chin and pulled her face up to his for a slow, tender kiss. He shifted, cradling her to his chest and silently, their lips met and explored, their tongues meeting and playing languorously. Soon, they broke the contact and Serena laid her head on his chest, her body fitting his and, drowsily, they drifted off, tangled together. The next time Serena woke she reached for Severus and found his side of the bed vacant. She opened her eyes and sat up, pulling the sheet with her. Her eyes searched and landed on him. He was standing near the bed, fully clothed and sheathing his wand. “Ah, I see you are up. How about we find an outlet for the anger that has been building within you for the last two weeks?” His eyes, which had been detached before, smoldered when the sheet slid down, exposing her to his gaze. He raised a brow when she smiled and moved to the side of the bed to get up, bouncing enthusiastically on her journey. “Sounds like you have a plan,” she told him and boldly got up from the bed, the sheet sliding off to reveal her supple curves to his darkening eyes. She crossed the room and opened her wardrobe, then tossed her head over her shoulder. “What did you have in mind?” “Meet me on the seventh floor at the top of the stairs,” he growled, turning on his heel and shutting the door with a sharp click behind him. A light, seductive laugh tinkled from her lips and Serena felt happier than she had since the spell had been removed. Quickly, she showered and dressed in light, flowing sapphire robes and sturdy boots. Placing her wand in her robes, she made her way to the seventh floor and Severus with a soft smile on her lips. She found Severus pacing at the top of the stairs. Serena cocked her head to the side and studied his movements. His black robes swirled around him and his face carried a brooding look as he concentrated. Suddenly, off to her right, Serena heard the sound of metal shifting and a door appeared in the wall. Severus stopped pacing, quirked a short-lived smile and moved to the door. He opened it and stood to one side. “Your delivery from anger awaits,” he said quaintly, motioning her inside with his arm and bowing slightly. Studying the door a moment with a raised brow, Serena bowed back and entered the room. Instantly, she gasped, the smile leaving her face and she turned to go back the way she came. When she turned, she found herself nose to chest with Severus. “Not leaving so soon are we?” He questioned sardonically. “This is not funny Severus…” “And nor do I intend it to be. But if you are to realize you are stronger now than you were then, this is the best way.” He clasped his hands around her upper arms firmly and her gaze slowly traveled up to his. “B...But, I…how is this going to work?” Her color faded a bit. “You aren’t going to…” He paled visibly. “Of course not! Once you get past this, the room will change to the next thing you require. We will be together, I will help you. Just remember, I am here if you need me.” He stepped back, her fear filled eyes searched his but then she blinked slowly and nodded. She turned back around, swallowing hard, and pulled her wand out. Before her, the room was set up exactly like the Celestia Estate dining room, the room where her hope had died when she was eleven. The gilded mirror was in its place above the fireplace while ghostly figures of her parents, Adelaide and herself sat at the table. For a moment, she trembled, fearing she was not ready, would never be ready, to face this. Before she had time to think, the door to the kitchen opened on the opposite side of the room and the Death Eaters burst in. Raising her wand, her hand quivering unsteadily, Serena cast Confringo toward the first Death Eater and he blocked it easily. He then threw a hex back at her and she threw up a shield, diving to the floor. While Serena had been busy with the first Death Eater the other two easily took out her parents as before, having the element of surprise on their side. Adelaide stood next to the younger Serena and held her fast while she struggled against the older witch’s grip. “No, no, no!” Serena yelled and curled up into herself. Instantly, the ghostly figures disappeared and Severus stepped forward. “I cannot do this…I…I was too young to help them,” she sobbed in self-pity. Severus leaned down and helped Serena sit up. “Yes, but you aren’t now. We both know you cannot change the past, but you are older now. I have seen what you can do in near impossible situations. Somehow, the memories of your attack have made you doubt yourself when you did not before. We are here to eliminate that doubt, to restore the faith you had in yourself. You may not always be able to rely on Hogwarts or others to protect you.” He stared intently down at her and a frown crossed her face when her eyes rose to stare at him. “Severus…what...there is something you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?” Her green eyes pleaded with him but he remained resolute. Albus had insisted she should not know the details of the Vow. The Headmaster did not want her interference, he did not want her death on his conscience and neither did Severus. Severus erected his barriers again to shield her from his feelings. At this moment she needed to focus on overcoming her self-doubt and fear. He could sense those feelings in her as if they were his own. He found it odd, as his love for her had grown, the more heightened his sense of her feelings had become. He had never experienced such a phenomenon before and he couldn’t explain it. But he knew how she felt, when she feared, when she was angry and when her love for him was spilling over into his when they made love, even without the surge of her magic. He frowned. He would have to look into it. He could not recall reading of such an occurrence with an Empath before. But then, their rareness made research difficult. “For now, let’s focus on what is in front of you. You do want to release your anger, do you not?” He asked, looking down his nose at her. Serena’s brows creased in confusion. She did notate he did not deny her question but she decided to leave it for later. He was right. She needed to overcome her self-doubt. She needed to get past this memory if she was to continue taking care of herself. With the promise of war on the horizon she needed to be self reliant. The fact that there were others whom she cared deeply for and for her was encouragement and could be a benefit. Her parents and aunt and uncle had always stressed that love was stronger than everything. Only by dividing, had evil conquered her parents. That would not be the case with her. She stood up, determined once more to rise above the tyranny that had begun so long ago. “Alright, let’s do this.” Serena focused on her objective and Severus stepped back once more, a slight curve to his lips. The ghostly figures appeared once again and with a crack, the side door opened and three Death Eaters stepped through. Serena sent out a Blasting spell and sent them all sprawling to the floor. Adelaide made to move toward the younger Serena when she dove under the table while Seraphenia and Sam jumped up and moved to the sides of two of the laid out masked men. Serena cast Incarcerous and instantly, Adelaide was encased in ropes. The little girl scrambled away from her aunt swiftly, hiding under the table, while Adelaide’s icy eyes spit fire at the older Serena before her. Sera and Sam incapacitated two of the Death Eaters but Evan was still loose. He crawled stealthily toward the younger Serena while Serena looked at Adelaide with contempt. She drew back her hand and slapped the older witch. Adelaide’s head whipped back and her hair slung across her face. She threw back her head and cackled madly, then looked back at Serena in defiance. “You were always too tender, child, too sweet for such power as was bestowed upon you. Pity you didn’t feel the need to share it willingly, it would have been so much more advantageous,” Adelaide told her coldly. Serena’s eyes narrowed with cold distaste. “Advantageous to whom, Adelaide, certainly you can’t mean me? Your attempts at control have plagued too much of my life! Now, it is over. You no longer have any control…your spell is gone and I am free. Oh, and by the way, you are dead, in case you didn’t know.” With her fierce words Adelaide let out a high pitched scream and her body began to shake. The ropes fell away as she burst into flames and then, at once, the flames were gone and the screaming was silenced. The younger Serena screamed from under the table and Serena moved quickly, throwing her arms out, causing the chairs to fly out of the way and finding Evan Rosier attempting to grab the girl around her foot. Raising her wand, Serena cast a spell and he was blasted back against the wall over the fire place. The gilded mirror broke and fell with him when his body slid down the wall. As Serena made her way to the fallen wizard, the hand at her side clenched and unclenched in her fury while her other hand gripped her wand, turning the knuckles white. So many thoughts were running rampant in her mind at that time; murder and torture were among them. A movement on the floor caught her eye and her gaze fell on a squirming Death Eater. He was covered and bound in rags from head to foot and his eyes gazed up at her malevolently. Serena squelched the desire to step on him as she made her way to Evan, being vengeful was a different feeling for Serena when normally, she found it was not in her to be so. She had the desire to dig a deep hole and place Evan Rosier inside it, then bury him alive. She wanted to stand above and listen to him try and dig his way out of his pit of despair, much like the one she felt trapped in from his attack on her so long ago. She wanted to hear his gasps for breath, hear him beg for her mercy as he had so callously denied hers then. A breeze filled the room as Serena’s anger surged within her. It lifted her burnished curls and the hair of those around her. Raising her hands above her head, black clouds gathered near the ceiling over her and lightening flashed. Evan came out of his stupor and looked up at Serena with fear in his eyes. The dark clouds began to swirl, creating a tornado and Serena spoke with a booming voice, “How dare you take what is not yours from a child?” She made a slashing movement with her arm and lightening struck him. His body rose and convulsed. His shouts filled the room and Serena spoke again, “This cannot equal the pain you have caused me or my family but I take consolation that the Gods took you swiftly to where you belong. Adelaide’s dissolution proves that. I cannot live with this hate in my heart, I do not want it,” Serena screamed, the atmosphere of the room crackling with her anger. A gentle hand then rested on her shoulder and her anger receded. The touch brought her back from her anguish and pulled her attention from inflicting harm on the ghostly image of the man before her. “Darling, he cannot hurt you anymore. Let go of your hatred, your pain. Killing him would make you no better than Voldemort himself. Let your love flow, your feelings. Know that we have been with you and will be with you, always. We are so very proud of you and, as your aunt Minerva said, Fate has a way of making up for shortcomings.” Serena looked up into the ghost-like, misty green eyes of her mother and wobbled a smile through her tears. “Momma, I was alone for so long…and now…” Seraphenia smiled down at her daughter with gentle, maternal knowing. “And now, you have been given back your family and your memories by the man that you love, my daughter. Do not take these things for granted. Do not dwell on the things you cannot change. Focus, instead, on the things that you can. The time for hard choices is drawing near and the love shared on the side of light can make a difference. While your father and I cannot participate, know that we are there, watching over you. And when the time comes, years from now, for you to join us, we will be waiting.” Seraphenia leaned in to kiss her daughter tenderly on the cheek. Her kiss was feather light but filled with warmth. “That’s right ‘Rena. You are our heart, our light. Do as your mother says.” Sam stepped in with a smile and pulled Serena into his embrace. Serena hugged him tightly to her. She missed him so. Their embrace felt strange but it was also comforting to her to be in her father’s arms once more. To feel the comfort of those she had lost, even if it might be an apparition it still felt real. “I know daddy, I will, you know I will.” “I know it is hard, but I have never doubted you would do the right thing, no matter how hard or uneasy the choice might be, or how hard it might be to let your feelings of anger go. Wherever this life carries you, my heart goes with you, little one.” Sam kissed his daughter on her other cheek and his lips felt like a brush of air. “Before we go, we can help you lift your spirit,” her mother told her, leaning in conspiratorially. Serena’s eyes lit, it had been so very long since they had done this and she had only done it once, when her mother had discovered her powers and was helping her learn control. Without hesitation, Serena nodded. Together, they all clasped hands and Serena’s powers surged, the golden glow enveloping them. As Seraphenia lifted her head and opened her mouth, a sweet, joyful and effervescent sound flowed from her as her siren abilities began to lift her. Serena then lifted her head and opened her mouth; her song was lower, more seductive and ethereal in its quality. Sam added his baritone to the flow and the sound surrounded them, flowing through them and through Serena. Together, the ghostly images of her parents and Serena rose higher and higher in the room and began to spin languidly. Serena felt a surge of power enter her and energize her. She knew it could not be from her parents, as they were dead, but somehow, the castle was letting her channel and focus her power. It was letting her draw from it to heal, the ebb and flow revitalizing her and healing her, magically and emotionally. As Serena spun above with the visions of her parents, Evan had regained his senses and rose. He found his wand and advanced on them clandestinely. As he moved in to strike, a fist struck his face, knocking him to the floor. Blood poured from his nose and he looked up into the angry face of Severus. Severus flexed his hand to release the pain from its contact with Evan’s face. Raising his wand, steel bands erupted from it and wrapped around Evan’s body as he squirmed, trying to break free from his bonds. Severus stepped over to the table and climbed beneath it, studying the sobbing girl beneath as she eyed the squirming Death Eater across the room. “He will not hurt you anymore, Serena. You have my word,” he told her earnestly. The little girl watched as Serena and her parents spun above, then she turned her head and her green eyes met his obsidian ones. “Thank you,” she whispered and leaned in to hug him. Then, as the glow surrounded Serena and her parents above and the music filled the room, the younger Serena disappeared from his embrace. Next, loud screams joined the song surrounding them. The two faceless Death Eaters burned and dissolved into ashes as Severus watched, then Evan burst into hot, white flames and Severus had to shield his eyes from the brightness and heat emitted. Just as quickly, his screams stopped when he completely disappeared from view and all that was left were the mystical sounds of the group floating in circles above. Slowly, Serena and the spirits of her parents descended to land gently and their voices quieted. Serena felt a renewed sense of strength within her and she leaned back to smile at her parents. “Thank you, it means so much that you have always been with me, even if I did not always realize it. I will do all in my power to never fail you, know that…always know that,” she trailed off in a whisper as she looked into their misty eyes and they both nodded. Together, Serena’s parents leaned in to whisper, “We do approve of him.” Then her mother continued, “And while he can be stubborn, his heart is pure in its intentions. He only wants what is best for you and the side of light, dearest. Just be patient with him, even when he is at his most stubborn. Your uncle is no different.” A small smile crossed Serena’s face and she nodded, and then hugged them both together. As she embraced them, her parents faded away on a whisper, leaving her there, hugging herself in their wake. Severus approached her from behind and placed a hand, tentatively, on her shoulder. Serena continued to stand there, eyes closed, hugging herself and savoring the last feeling of her parents embrace. Then she opened her eyes, looked up intently into Severus’ eyes and turned into his arms. Quietly, she murmured, “Thank you.” Serena lifted her face up to his and he lowered his face to hers. Their lips met and lingered while the room around them changed. His arms moved around her and caressed her back while her arms reached up around his neck, pulling him closer, their lips tasting and meeting, again and again. When they finally broke the contact, they studied the space around them and their eyebrows rose in surprise. The Celestia dining room had been replaced by a room filled with shields on the walls and a long, narrow strip of red carpet ran the length of the room. “Longing for a duel, my sweet?” Severus questioned seductively, and then looked down his nose at her. A mischievous look rose in her eyes and a small smile curved her lips. “Somehow, I do not believe this requirement is solely my own, Severus,” Serena told him chidingly. “You don’t do you? Well, let’s just see about that, shall we?” He bowed formally and moved to the side to let her pass. Serena raised a brow and sauntered over to the far side of the carpeting. She turned around in a flurry of blue, took out her wand, her hand steady, flicked it out with a flourish then let it rest at her side. Her eyes met his intently and he did the same with his wand. They bowed to each other then raised their wands to a dueling position. “One rule, Serena…” Severus began. “And what is that?” “You cannot use your Siren abilities.” Her brow went up and he continued, “It is only fair.” She bowed her assent and returned to the ready position. As soon as she posed, Severus began. He lunged forward and a blue light erupted from his wand. Serena blocked it easily then threw back two spells in secession. Severus side stepped the first and ducked to avoid the second but, while he had been side stepping the first, the second struck the ground, making it slippery. His feet came out from under him and he fell back onto the first hex and found himself covered with thick fur. A light chuckle from Serena drew his gaze as he sat there covered in fur and glared at her. Quickly, he cast the counter spell and the fur fell off him when he stood up. He sensed Serena was happy at the moment but he wondered how she would feel about…. A brief smile touched his lips and he flicked his wand. Chirping erupted from Serena as she quickly changed into a giant, yellow canary. He felt her irritation and chuckled to himself when she chirped instead of being able to tirade him with any words. Serena felt Severus’ enjoyment of their little tête-à-tête starting to fill him. Suddenly, she molted and her yellow feathers dropped. She concentrated and a frown came to her face. Two could play that game. Her mind surged and a red light emerged from her wand. Severus moved with gentle grace and blocked it. However, the force of the spell threw him back and he landed on his back side unceremoniously, but then flipped into a backward roll to swiftly send a spell flying back at her. Serena felt his intent was not harmful but it was getting more aggressive. She had not expected him to roll and was not completely prepared for the spell flying towards her. Hastily, she threw up a shield that blocked half the spell but it grazed her and her shoulder went numb. Thinking quickly, Serena ignored her numb shoulder and advanced quickly on Severus. His eyes widened only slightly but she felt his surprise at the move. When she was 5 feet from him she cast a levitating spell on herself and jumped forward. Twisting into a flip in the air she then cast Geminio and when she landed behind him she was not only behind him but also in front of him. Rapidly, Severus used his new found sense of Serena and automatically turned to face her true form and not the double illusion she cast of herself. Throwing out Impedimenta to stall her a moment, he moved in behind her. When he reached around to grab her from behind she fell forward and rolled away, coming up to face him again. Circling each other, wands at the ready, their breath came in shallow gusts from their sparring. A light covering of sweat glistened on Serena’s brow and she was struck by the hunger in Severus’ aura, reveling at how it matched her own. Around them, the room changed again. Exotic pillows covered the floor and gossamer netting was streaming down on four sides. A short, round mattress draped in purple velvet fabric appeared below them, cushioning their feet. Severus could feel the hunger in Serena as the room changed and, ever so slightly, he bowed. “Conceding, are we?” She asked with a smug smile. Severus gave her a quelling look. “Of course not, but I may find an interlude most appealing, given present company,” his sultry voice invited. Her smile broadened when she also gave a small bow. With Serena’s assent they came together, their bodies wrapping around each other as their lips met. Their arms enfolded each other while their hands gripped their wands. Severus’ lips found hers and claimed them fleetingly. Serena met his kiss with equal fervor as their hands closed around their wands together. Instantly, a golden light encompassed their joined hands and, when they let go, the wands flew to a table that appeared near their make-shift haven. As Severus’ lips devoured hers, Serena moaned. He broke the contact of their mouths to look down into her eyes and Serena gazed up at him with affection. “Severus,” she whispered, longing filling his senses, “I love you...” His hand came up to thread through her thick hair and, firmly, he tugged her head back, allowing his mouth to burn a slow trail down her exposed neck. Serena panted as his mouth plundered, her body giving off a steady hum. Her desire rose and her hands pulled at his robes. A low growl erupted from his throat and, with a small movement of his hand, their robes disappeared. Serena’s eyes dilated and met his as she gasped. His skin next to hers felt so good, so right. He lowered his head to continue the journey of his mouth. His tongue flashed out to trace along her skin and Serena felt the heat growing in her center, her hips rising against his thigh. Gently, she arched her chest toward him, seeking more of the tender torment from his mouth as her hands came up, pulling him to her. His free hand traveled, tantalizingly circling her waist, then moving to her stomach and on to her leg. Serena’s breath caught in her throat as his lips found the pulse point at her neck and he gently sucked while his hand found her thigh and traced the curves he found there. His fingers trailed up, lightly caressing her back and causing her to gasp as a satisfied grunt came from his throat. Her hands clutched at his back and her mouth found his ear. Her tongue darted out, caressing the lobe then biting it playfully. A seductive growl met her exploration while his fingers drew lazy circles over her body and she felt him pressing against her thigh. Her breath was shallow as the stroke of his hands caused her body to tingle with hunger for his possession. His mouth then journeyed up to her neck and nibbled as Serena cocked her head to the side, giving him full access to the pulse there. Her mouth opened, letting out a sigh. “Mmm, Severus,” she whispered, “I want you…I need you…” she went on brokenly as the desire created from his kneading fingers rose within her. He lifted his head and gazed down at her, his obsidian eyes filled with need. “Yes…yes, I want you too,” he told her, his voice flowing like silk over her body. He traced her lips with his fingers then followed with his tongue. As he licked her lips he coaxed them open and thrust his tongue between them, meeting her tongue with his. Serena sucked his tongue then their tongues wove around each other in an explorative kiss. Severus broke off from the kiss and grabbed her shoulder firmly and turned her over. Serena leaned her head back to look over her should but Severus pushed her head with his own and planted feverish kisses on her neck. “Let me…let me love you, Serena?” he asked as his lips trailed along her neck to her shoulder, and then to her spine. Her body quivered as his lips followed a path down her spine, kissing and tasting her sweat dampened skin. “Yes…please…” she sighed, the pressure in her center building. He continued down her back, his lips and tongue tasting at steady intervals, his hands caressing her sides, and then traveling down to her stomach in perfect unison with his traveling mouth. He placed open mouthed kisses along her spine then followed with his hands in a gentle massage. “Please,” she croaked. “Severus….” The movements of his hands over her body stoked a fire within her, her passion climbing to fever pitch. With untold abandon, they made love among the exotic pillows provided by the castle as it seemed to know their needs before they knew them themselves. Afterward, he collapsed on top of her and they lay there, gasping and panting, their bodies shuddering. They stayed there for a few moments basking in the euphoria they felt in each other. Then Severus shifted and held her to him. His heart was beating rapidly, as was hers, but at this moment he felt his love for her as poignantly as never before and he cupped her cheek with his hand. He gazed intensely into her green eyes, as their legs tangled together, and brought her mouth up to meet his. For once in his life he felt whole, like whatever had been missing was now filled by Serena. His soul had been searching for her and he had never known it, never questioned it and he knew. In this moment, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep her safe, from now until his last breath. Suddenly, the room lit up with a burst of blue flames and a large black bird appeared. He glided gracefully around the room and landed at the foot of the bed. Severus pushed Serena behind him in a protective move while he held his wand, ready to cast. Serena also held her wand but she lowered it as she looked at the magnificent bird. His feathers were black with a tint of red, green and blue when they shifted in the light and his beak and feet were gold. He sat there and cocked his head as he seemed to study their naked bodies. He let out a gentle trilling song when he looked at Serena and she sat up. “Talunz, why on Earth are you here?” She asked with a smile on her lips which faded when she thought of the reasons this bird would seek her out. As she watched, he stuck his leg out and she noted the vessel attached. Before she could reach out, Severus removed it from the bird’s leg and read the name written on the front. “Esme’? Who…” he began. Frowning, he looked at Serena. With a trembling hand, she reached out, taking the letter and looked back at him. “It’s me, Severus. The letter is for me.” TBCA/N: Alright everyone, I hope this one was alright. Cheers! Stef =o)
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Post by furandfeathers on Jun 30, 2008 21:50:54 GMT -5
HOW did I miss this? ? I feel terrible...this is an amazing chapter...I love Serena working through her anger, and the duel with Severus was fantastic! And after such happiness, what could this bird possibly be bringing! a thousand apologies for missing this chapter... pleeeeeeeeease update soon!!
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Post by stefdarlin on Jul 1, 2008 7:19:42 GMT -5
Hi there Ro'! Don't feel terrible. I am very glad you liked it. ;D It's alright, I realize everyone has been rather busy lately, myself included. Besides, I was focusing on my Anniversary Exchange fic and now that that is finished I can get back to this. I have left Serena and Severus hanging for quite some time, I hope they don't decide to put a leg locker on me, yikes! An update is coming, my muse and I have been arguing again, but all is good. Thanks so much for the review! And Happy Reading all the new fics for the Exchange, I can't wait! Cheers! Stef =o)
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Post by stefdarlin on Jan 2, 2012 1:49:15 GMT -5
**Okay, so this has been on hiatus for quite a while. I finally finished this chapter. ;D So I am posting it. Hooray!**
Chapter 20: Take Me Away
My dearest Esme,
Though the days grow colder, the sun still burns bright above our heads. The land, barren to those who do not know it, even now, is as beautiful as when you left. Yet, we move on, it is in our blood. I write to inform you of my wish of a visit. It is long overdue, and soon, too late.
Just send word with Talunz, and I shall make arrangements.
My regards,
Azi
“Ozzy?” Severus frowned, looking down at Serena as she held the letter, having read it over her shoulder. Her hand trembled ever so slightly. She could read between the lines, this was not good. Wistfully, she smiled up at him in an effort to hide her apprehension, but Severus could feel her anxiety as if it were his own.
“I knew you would pronounce it right, unlike everyone else,” she murmured, refolding the letter. Reaching out her hand, she caressed Talunz’s head. The bird trilled happily and nuzzled her gently. As Serena’s gaze shifted, she saw Severus studying the bird thoughtfully. “He is beautiful, isn’t he?” she pondered, her thoughts traveling elsewhere, while her eyes remained on the magnificent bird before them.
“Yes… But that isn’t what you are thinking about, is it?” He pulled her chin up, drawing her gaze to his. “You are anxious… but what about?” Serena’s eyes grew wider at his question.
“How do you know how I feel, Severus?” She studied him, pulling her lip between her teeth. “What is happening between us?” she whispered, her eyes searching his for the answer, but all she found were more questions floating there.
“I must admit, I do not know, but I do know how you are feeling. And while you hide it well from others, you cannot hide it from me any longer. Who is Azi? And what does this mean?” He gestured to the letter.
Rolling onto her side, Serena sighed. “It’s Rashid… He always seems to know more than I think he does, but his letter disturbs me. I admit, when I met him he was old, but I did not think I would receive a letter requesting a visit this soon.”
Severus frowned once more. “You expected it?”
“No – It’s complicated – I need to let him know when to expect me—” she began, sitting up.
“Expect you!? Surely you are not meaning to go traipsing off across the globe given the state of things. The Dark Lord has followers looking for you—”
“And even though you have forgotten to mention that fact, I am well aware he knows I have resurfaced. My encounter after the concert was enough of a warning.” She glared back at him, and he met her glare with one of his own.
“Serena—” he began heatedly, but stopped, closing his eyes. He knew that his anger did nothing but push her in the direction he was trying to dissuade her from. Thinking that changing tactics might work a little better, Severus opened his eyes slowly and raised his hand to stroke her chin with his fingertips.
“My sweet… Now is not the right time for you to venture from the safety Hogwarts provides. Perhaps the Headmaster can arrange a way for… Raschid… to visit the grounds.”
Drawing her breath to argue his statement, they both suddenly grimaced and gasped together. Severus grabbed his left forearm, clenching it tightly. Serena felt a painful tingle through her body that ended in her left arm in reflection of the Dark Lord’s call.
“He calls, you must go. Please be careful, Severus,” she whispered, closing her eyes against the ache she felt every time he had to appear before Voldemort. Fearful that anytime he left it might be his last.
Reaching out, he pulled her into his arms. Slowly, his mouth lowered, and his lips lightly brushed against hers. “I will, we will discuss this further when I return,” he said with finality, Summoning his clothes and quickly putting them on.
Within moments, he was gone. Sitting in the middle of the bed, knees drawn up to her neck, Serena hugged her legs. Pressing her forehead to her knees, her thoughts chased each other. She needed to go to Raschid; he never used Talunz unless it was an emergency or very urgent. But she knew Severus would never willingly let her leave the castle. No, the only way was to leave now, while he was gone.
Mind made up, Serena bounded from the bed, Summoning her robes as she moved toward the door. Behind her, Talunz cooed, perched on an ornate pole by the bed. Once dressed, Serena turned to him, holding out her arm. “Come, my friend, we haven’t much time.”
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Opening her trunk, Serena flicked her wand, causing several robes to float and fold neatly into it. Shoes, tea apparatus, and bathing potions soon followed. A knock at her door caused Serena to suck in her breath. Calming, she crossed the room and opened it to find Minerva there.
Smiling, Minerva hovered a moment as if she didn’t know what to say. Then, looking past Serena to the items floating into her trunk, the smile fell from her face. “Are you leaving, dear? I thought you were staying. We discussed—”
Letting out a frustrated groan, Serena turned back to her trunk. She knew her aunt was in the castle, but she had not banked on seeing her today. Not until she could properly apologize for her behavior of late. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back before the required demonstration for my position.”
Following her into the room, Minerva reached out and grabbed her arm. “Do you think this is wise, child? Where are you going? Nothing out there can compare to the safety of Hogwarts. Surely, you know that,” Minerva pleaded.
Sighing, Serena turned back toward Minerva. “I know, but something has come up, and I need to go. I wish I could explain more, but—”
“But what? Serena, what is so important that you feel you need to leave? I don’t understand,” Minerva cut in.
Closing her eyes, Serena breathed slowly. Opening them once more, she looked at her aunt intently. “There is someone I need to see, and now may be the only time that can happen. A delay may mean that I am too late.”
“Too late? Too late for what? Serena,” Minerva began exasperated. “You are speaking in riddles.”
“No…. All right, you may have a point there. His death—”
“His death? Who is dying?” Minerva frowned.
“A very old friend, someone I met some time ago. He has requested a visit, and I need to go to him before it is too late. Aunt Minerva, I realize it is dangerous to leave the grounds, but I need to do this. Please understand,” Serena pleaded.
“Then I’m going with you,” Minerva stated.
“No—”
“No? I really don’t think you are in a position to refuse me, child.”
“Aunt Minerva, I am no longer a child. And this may be dangerous. I just got you back… I couldn’t bear it if I lost you again. Not so soon. Not because of me—” her voice faltered as Minerva cut her off.
“Serena, there is no other place I would rather die than at your side. Don’t you know that?” Minerva reached out and tugged Serena’s face up to look at her. “And besides, if you haven’t noticed, your statement applies to both of us. It is a shame that Voldemort didn’t die the first time, and we were reunited under these circumstances, but I am a fighter. And I’ll be darned if he is going to keep you from me this time.”
Serena smiled back at her aunt, then gave a chuckle. “That’s an understatement if ever I heard one.”
Frowning, Minerva said, “Something is different about you…”
Sighing, Serena sat down on the bed while items continued to float steadily past them. “There is something different about me, thanks to Severus,” she said, looking back up at Minerva. “And there is also something I need to say to you,” Serena told her seriously.
Clasping her hand, Minerva joined her to sit on the bed. “What is it?”
Looking over at her aunt, Serena clasped her hand tighter. “I want to apologize to you—”
“Whatever for, lass?”
“Just… just hear me out, Auntie Minerva. I know I haven’t been myself lately, and I know I hurt you even though I didn’t mean to. And I know you know it was not intentional, but I do know it still hurt you… the things I said, the way I reacted to what happened to me—”
“Pah, that is just water—”
Holding up her hand, Serena stopped Minerva’s retort. “And I know you are going to tell me it is all water under the bridge and you understand my reaction. However, I do not think that gives me an easy out from the fact that I hurt you. I was angry because of something that was done to me fifteen years ago. Angry because I had no way to rectify the situation… no way to get back at the people who stripped my life from me, my dignity, my love, my salvation, my family.
“Ever since I woke up in the hospital wing to find you and uncle Albus alive, my memory has been steadily recovering. And with every recovered memory, it made me more aware of how lonely I have been… how lost,” she told her, a tremble in her voice. “But I didn’t know how to overcome all the anger and hurt I suddenly found within myself. You had said we would find a way to release the anger, but I know you were trying to give me the space to figure things out on my own.”
Nodding, Minerva slid her hand up to Serena’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You say Severus… caused this difference in you. How?”
“Aunt Minerva, you are always so sad when I mention Severus. Why do you disapprove of him so?”
Sighing, Minerva looked away a moment, then looked back at her. “I don’t disapprove of him, lass. Severus is a fine man in many aspects. But the life he leads: a double spy— cannot be easy. And there are some who constantly question his allegiance—”
“You aren’t sure of his allegiance?” Serena asked, stunned.
“Well, yes and no, if you must know. I know that Albus trusts him, trusts him with his life. But Severus has a past, Serena, and friends who have questionable links to Voldemort. But my sadness stems from the fact that I know loving such a man will never be an easy thing for you,” she told her sadly. “And loving you the way I do, I cannot help wanting to protect you from any more hurt if I can.”
Tears rose in Serena’s eyes. “I know,” she whispered. “But he is the reason I am so much better now – and the castle—”
“The castle?”
“Yes,” Serena nodded. “Severus took me to a part of the castle where it provided what I required to release my anger.”
“The room of requirement, I would guess. What happened?”
“Well, it recreated the attack—”
“It did what!?”Minerva gasped, shifting in front of her and grabbing both of Serena’s shoulders.
Putting a hand on Minerva’s arms, Serena reassured her, “It’s all right. I was not in danger in any way. That was my first reaction too. But Severus assured me it was only to let me diffuse my bottled emotions. Oh, Auntie Minerva, I got to see my parents,” Serena told her with awe, more tears rising.
“And you are all right?” Minerva asked, studying Serena intently.
“Yes. I admit, at first I was not sure I could do what it was prodding me to do. But Severus applied just the right amount of pressure. And the castle provided everything I needed. Actually, it helped me recover both emotionally and magically. I don’t know how Hogwarts knew one of the incantations my parents and I used to use, but it felt like the castle let me draw on it to heal completely,” Serena added breathlessly.
“Hogwarts has been exposed to hundreds of years of magic and spells. But given the nature of this castle, it doesn’t surprise me. I knew the moment you opened your door you were different. Your magic is fluctuating normally again, I can feel it in your presence. You have had me worried for weeks, young lady,” Minerva remarked looking cross for a moment, but a smile instantly lit her face as she pulled Serena into her arms and hugged her tightly.
Breathing in deeply, Serena squeezed back as she closed her eyes, smiling, and inhaling her aunt’s lavender scent. “It is so good to be home and feel whole again,” she murmured into Minerva’s shoulder.
Pulling the younger witch away from her, Minerva added, “I couldn’t agree more.” They both smiled at each other and squeezed hands, then Minerva’s eyes caught sight of the items marching into Serena’s cloak. Um, Serena, exactly how long are we going to be gone again?”
Raising her eyebrows, Serena followed Minerva’s gaze. “Not that long! Sorry, so many years of living completely out of my robes has not worn off.” She chuckled and moved to stop the cacophony from completely filling every possible space and emptying the room. Serena colored brightly, looking around. “Some of the items that joined my wardrobe are not even mine,” she reflected, swishing her wand and causing several items to float back to their places in the room.
Looking back at Minerva, Serena asked, “And what about uncle Albus? What will he say to us gallivanting off to the other side of the world? Somehow, like Severus, I doubt he will be forthcoming to our objective, no matter the reason.”
“Albus isn’t in the castle at the moment. And you are right, I doubt he would approve. We’ll leave them a note,” Minerva said quickly, rising from the bed. “Where are we going, anyway?”
Serena looked up at Minerva, her lips quirked up on one side, and she shook her head. “No one has to wonder where the rebellion comes from in this family,” she said, jumping up from the bed.
At that moment, Talunz warbled in the corner.
Gasping, Minerva spun, drawing her wand at the same time. Cocking her head to the side, she studied the beautiful bird. “Serena, what is that?”
Moving to the bird, Serena held out her arm. Talunz sailed down to perch gracefully, cooing as he studied the other witch in the room. “Aunt Minerva, this is Talunz. He belongs to my friend. He is a black Phoenix. He will be taking us where we need to go,” Serena informed, reaching up to stroke the bird’s tufted head.
Looking on in awe, Minerva moved closer, intrigued by the flash of brilliant color reflected throughout Talunz’s plumage. “He is so beautiful,” she whispered.
The bird trilled happily, indicating he had heard her and leaned closer to Minerva.
“You can pet him if you like. He loves people who cater to his ego,” Serena explained, causing Talunz to look at her and squawk indignantly. Laughing, Serena shook her head. “You know good and well it is true, you silly thing,” she told him. Talunz gave her a quelling look and leaned closer to Minerva as she reached up to caress his crown.
Seeing this look, Minerva chuckled. “There is nothing wrong with appreciating a compliment, is there, Talunz? Or knowing what is already true,” she murmured, smiling.
“Touché, Auntie Minerva, touché. Truthfully, I am not sure where we are going. Azi wrote asking me for a visit. He mentioned they were on the move, but I doubt they are outside of Turkey. Rest assured that the days are hot and the nights are cold,” Serena informed.
“Very well then, give me five minutes. I will be right back,” Minerva informed, moving towards the door.
Shaking her head again, Serena looked at Talunz. “If I didn’t know better, I might say she was excited to get out of the castle even though she advised me against it,” Serena murmured, raising her eyebrows and chuckling lightly. “Now, please pardon me for just a moment, Talunz. I need to do one more thing.”
Serena raised her arm and Talunz lifted off, then landed on the windowsill across the room. Moving to the dresser, Serena pulled out parchment, ink, and a quill. Dipping the quill into the inkwell, she jotted a note for Severus. A quick knock at the door brought her head up. “Come in,” she called.
Turning the doorknob, Minerva stepped into Serena’s room to find her sealing an envelope with her wand. As Minerva watched, Serena turned the parchment over and gave her wand a gentle swish. Severus’ name was etched across the front.
Looking over at Minerva, Serena placed the note on her dresser, tilting it against the bell that had belonged to her father. “Ready?” Serena asked, feeling anxious for the first time in ages.
Taking in a deep breath, Minerva nodded and took a step further into the room. Standing next to Serena, she took the younger woman’s hand in hers and squeezed it. Smiling, she said, “I have never been more ready, child. Just lead the way.”
Nodding, Serena held on to Minerva’s hand and motioned to Talunz. The bird perked up his head and spread his wings. Looking back at Minerva, Serena told her, “Just grab his talon and hold on tight. Whatever happens, don’t let go.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem. Though I might say the same to you,” Minerva countered, a light in her eyes.
“You are right, that won’t be a problem,” Serena said, giving Minerva a half grin and cocking her head to the side. Holding up her free hand, she told Minerva, “Here we go!”
Following Serena’s lead, Minerva raised her free hand and grabbed Talunz’s claw when the phoenix flew between their outstretched arms.
In a flash of blue flames, they were gone.
TBC
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