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Overwhelmed by anger, Snape watched as Potter hit the ground and gasped
He raised his arm to cast another stinging hex and was almost knocked over by
Hagrid’s great monster of a pet. Instead, he turned and ran for the gates.
Swearing at his own folly for wasting time with Potter, he scanned the area for
signs of the other Death Eaters.
stood alone, his head jerking back and forth like a child afraid of the dark.
Snape grasped Draco’s arm and, still ducking from the pursuing Hippogriff,
snapped, “Ready. Malfoy Manor!”
There was a familiar squeezing sensation and they were in
the Malfoy parlor. Tastefully decorated with the intent to impress and welcome,
the room was designed for the secretive Apparition of a select few. Visitors
were justified in being impressed with the wealth; the welcome was less
genuine. Snape knew that no one could go farther into the mansion without
Narcissa’s approval.He let go of Draco
and the boy fell to the floor.
sounds of battle were replaced by the quiet music of the room and by
Dumbledore’s voice in his head, “Severus…
Severus…Please…” Snape strode across to the cabinet and poured himself a
generous portion of firewhiskey. Draco was being sick on the Persian rug. The
boy moaned, but Snape ignored him, his mind centered on the fiasco they had
just left. Had Potter heard what he had been telling him about closing his
mind?Had all the Death Eaters obeyed
him and left Hogwarts? Were the students safe? Could he have saved the
Headmaster? His heart had begun to slow, but now it resumed its pounding with a
painful intensity. He began to push the feeling down deep where he could hide
had downed half of his drink when Narcissa rushed in. “Draco! You’re hurt!” she
gasped and ran to his side, dropping to the floor.
Mother.” Draco pushed her away and waved his wand at the floor.“Evanesco!”He looked
at Snape’s back.“Professor,
why did we come here? Shouldn’t we report?”
stood silent for a moment then said with a cold smile: “ I
don’t believe I can claim that title anymore.” He took a deep breath. “Never
present yourself to the Dark Lord without his summons--unless you have a very
dead, isn’t that…”
gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She looked from
Draco to Snape, a question plain on her face. Snape looked at her, but saw the
Headmaster. “I’m not in a hurry to announce your failure. We’ll both be
Shouldn’t he reward us?”
well, your reward is likely to be that he won’t kill you. My reward is likely
to be that I won’t be punished as severely as you will.”
had the chance…” Severus cleared a lump from his throat, “to kill Dumbledore -
but he didn’t.” Severus blinked away that last image of Albus.“I had to do it for him.” His chest
tightened. He turned from the others, walked to the window and tried to
breathe. His mind refused to close and his chest refused to open.He swallowed the rest of his drink and turned
back, looking Narcissa in the eye. “I am released from my vow?”
nodded, but Severus insisted, “Do you release me from the vow I made to you?”
do,” she whispered.
voice, “Severus, please,” reminded
him of his duty. “I don’t think he’ll kill Draco. He usually performs the Cruciatus Curse on those who disappoint
“Cruciatus?” Draco swallowed as if he
was forcing down more sickness.
weren’t expecting detention, were you? Just remember: no matter how long it
lasts or how much it hurts, it could be worse. Don’t forget to thank him for
“Mercy?Dumbledore spoke of mercy. He said he could
hide us, Mother. All of us, even Father.”
“Dumbledore said that?” She looked confused, there was
flicker of hope, then her expression closed and her face grew stern. “He was
eyes darted from mother to son. ‘Dumbledore
died for them’, he thought angrily.
He wanted to remain quiet, unsure if he could hold back the rage that continued
to build, but he heard the incessant, “Severus…Please.”
“I don’t think it
was a trick. The old fool does—did that sort of thing. He and Moody were always
talking about ways to hide people. ”
“Alastor Moody?” Narcissa asked, incredulously.
Moody,” Snape confirmed. He hoped Narcissa understood what he was saying, but
he tried to repress that hope along with his anger. It wouldn’t do to lose
was still mumbling, as much to himself as to his mother. “Dumbledore said that
he wasn’t at my mercy; that I was at his. I think, if he hadn’t died, he would
have helped us. He can’t help anyone now.”
thought, ‘He helped you by dying you fool,’ but he said aloud, “Dumbledore’s
followers would obey him beyond death. They’re as loyal now as they ever were.”
his mind’s eye, he could see Dumbledore looking at him on the tower, and worse,
could still see the request in the old man’s eyes. ‘Severus, please.’Snape
swallowed.He had to get out of here; he
needed to be alone to prepare and there might be very little time for it.
Narcissa,” he said, then looked at the pale boy who still sat on the floor.
“Draco, remember, no matter how long the punishment lasts, or how much it
hurts, thank the Dark Lord for his mercy. ” Snape turned and was gone.
This is the Wizarding Wireless Network with late breaking
news. Narcissa Black Malfoy and her son, Draco Malfoy have been murdered.
Aurors, responding to a tip that the suspected accomplice to the Dumbledore
murder was at the Malfoy Mansion, discovered both bodies late this evening. It
is now believed that Malfoy had been a hostage rather than an accomplice, and
Severus Snape will be charged with these deaths as well as with Albus
Dumbledore’s. Sources tell us that Auror Alastor Moody has been re-called from
retirement to head the Malfoy investigation. Stay tuned for the complete story
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