One Only Understands The Things That One Tames
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,863
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2
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Chapter Two
~ Disclaimer: I own nothing but what springs from my imagination. Severus Snape, Hogwarts, and the rest of the Potterverse are the property and the children of JK Rowling. ~
One Only Understands the Things That One Tames
Chapter 2
Hours turned to days in the mortal world, while minutes turned to hours in the realm of the gods. Severus watched the skies for the return of Poe with some word from Ariah. He wondered if his note would be misunderstood. If she hadn’t thought he was being flip and insensitive. Surely Ariah would understand that Severus was not good with words. In fact, he was downright awful with them. He could brew a potion to bring love, but he couldn’t say the words to another person, not even the one person he desperately needed to say them to. It had been 2 years since he last held her, looked into her eyes. And even on that day, the day she flew from his life, he couldn’t say three simple words. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her. Severus had many regrets in his life, but that was the biggest.
* * *
Ariah stood in front of her sisters, the other aspects of the Morrigan. Together they formed the Great War Goddess. Separately, they each held their own in the realm of the gods. Without one piece, the Morrigan could go on. There were many. There would always be one to pick up the slack when another got bored and wandered off for a spell. Yes, there were the main ones, the ones considered the responsible ones, Anu, the mother aspect; Macha, Fea, Nemon, Badb…they embodied the darker aspects of the Morrigan: Battle, Hate, Venom, and Fury. And there were what Ariah considered the “fringe” sisters, Loira, Ariah, and many others. They were just sort of there, bridging gaps, doing what was needed. Any of the sisters could combine with others to form various triple goddesses and the like and they all held immense power, but none as immense as when they were together as the Morrigan. Ariah was most like Macha. In fact, she was a younger version of the Battle goddess. She held many of the same associations, her power and being was wilder than Macha’s, however, more untamed. Untamed, that is, until she fell in love with a mortal. A wizard. Severus Snape.
“Ariah,” stated Anu, the Mother Goddess, “you have broken our rules, and paid with a loss. Your penance is done and you are free. Ahead of you, there is a choice. Do you wish to hear the choice?”
Ariah nodded, “I wish to hear my choice, my sisters.”
“You have the choice to return to the wizard you broke the rules for, or to never see him again.”
Ariah snorted, that was a no brainer, “Um, gee, let me think…”
“ARIAH!” shouted Badb, “This is serious. If you choose the wizard, there is a price.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ariah, “there’s always a price.”
“You know the price,” stated Anu quietly.
“My immortality,” whispered Ariah.
“Yes. You will be mortal,” said Macha, “are you willing to give up being a goddess for this seriously flawed man?”
“Yes.”
“And what makes you think he’ll have you back?” asked Fea, “He is, after all, a man, and therefore only good as a messenger raven…”
“Fea,” spat Nemon, “this isn’t about the men who have spurned you and are now errand birds for the gods. This is about our sister.”
“I will accept the price. I will become a powerless mortal,” said Ariah, looking into Anu’s golden eyes.
“We won’t be leaving you powerless. You will be entering the wizard’s world again, and into that world you will go prepared. You shall be known as a witch, a rather powerful one,” stated Macha, smiling slightly, “You will go with all the knowledge of a well trained witch.”
“You will not be able to call on the elements, not to the degree you can as a goddess,” said Nemon, “nor will you be able to turn into a raven.”
“But you will have knowledge of spellcasting, charms…” began Anu.
“And I don’t think you’ll need us for the potions knowledge, if I am correct,” said Macha.
Ariah smiled, “Nope, Severus can teach me that.”
“So be it,” said the sisters of the Morrigan in unison.
Ariah felt a change. She felt heavier footed. She felt clumsy. This was different than merely taking human form. This was being human. She sneezed. She didn’t like that. It felt messy. She sat on the ground and hugged her knees. Her sisters left her alone, except for Macha. Macha sat next to her.
“You can change your mind, you know,” she said, gently.
“I won’t.”
“You know, I went there, to that school, after we summoned you back here following the night where you…lost it,” begin Macha.
“You did? Why?”
“I needed to see the mortal who you thought was worth what you did.”
“And?”
“He was sitting by a lake, in the twilight, searching the skies. He was looking for you. He looked lost, scared, and lonely. I could tell he had tears in his eyes. He was throwing stones into the lake and something was throwing them back out at him. He caught them, yet seemed unaware of what he was doing. I hovered on the outskirts of his mind, listening to some of his thoughts. I know that was wrong of me, but this was my sister, my younger self, I was worried about. I had to see how his mind worked. It was dark in there, Ariah. So dark. Evil twisted thoughts made even me jump back. But there was this light, this inner core of pure white light. As I poked around his mind, seeing images of battle, scars, snakes, death, the light grew bigger and bigger. The darker thoughts and images were being swallowed by this white light…he’s a good man, isn’t he, Ariah?”
“Yeah, Macha, he is. He’s been through so much in his life.”
“He is a bit of a prick at times, though, isn’t he?”
Ariah laughed, “Yeah, he is. But for some reason, I find that attractive.”
“Overall, little sister, not a bad looking package either, though a little unkempt at times.”
“Yeah, gotta work on that,” agreed Ariah with a grin.
“You know what made the light grow inside him, don’t you?” asked Macha, who was greeted with a quizzical look from Ariah, “You. You need each other.”
“I know,” said Ariah softly, “I’ve been so lost without him.”
“And he without you. Poe said he was regular ‘right bastard’. Must have been hard for him losing you…”
“Pfft,” smirked Ariah, “He’s ALWAYS been a right bastard. That’s not new.”
“So, when will you leave?”
“Now, I think,” she said, “It’s been too long and I don’t want to wait another second.”
Macha kissed her sister’s forehead and bade her a safe journey to her future. Ariah smiled and hugged her back. Without a glance back, Ariah closed her eyes and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. She had never actually apparated before, though she seemed to instinctively know how. She stood outside the gates, staring at them, looking at them through the eyes of a mortal instead of the eyes of a goddess. She reached in the pocket of her Muggle style jeans and pulled out a piece of parchment.
See Professor Dumbledore for your old job back. He’s expecting you. ~Anu.
With a deep breath, Ariah pushed open the gates of Hogwarts and walked down the winding path to the castle. She was home.
One Only Understands the Things That One Tames
Chapter 2
Hours turned to days in the mortal world, while minutes turned to hours in the realm of the gods. Severus watched the skies for the return of Poe with some word from Ariah. He wondered if his note would be misunderstood. If she hadn’t thought he was being flip and insensitive. Surely Ariah would understand that Severus was not good with words. In fact, he was downright awful with them. He could brew a potion to bring love, but he couldn’t say the words to another person, not even the one person he desperately needed to say them to. It had been 2 years since he last held her, looked into her eyes. And even on that day, the day she flew from his life, he couldn’t say three simple words. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her. Severus had many regrets in his life, but that was the biggest.
* * *
Ariah stood in front of her sisters, the other aspects of the Morrigan. Together they formed the Great War Goddess. Separately, they each held their own in the realm of the gods. Without one piece, the Morrigan could go on. There were many. There would always be one to pick up the slack when another got bored and wandered off for a spell. Yes, there were the main ones, the ones considered the responsible ones, Anu, the mother aspect; Macha, Fea, Nemon, Badb…they embodied the darker aspects of the Morrigan: Battle, Hate, Venom, and Fury. And there were what Ariah considered the “fringe” sisters, Loira, Ariah, and many others. They were just sort of there, bridging gaps, doing what was needed. Any of the sisters could combine with others to form various triple goddesses and the like and they all held immense power, but none as immense as when they were together as the Morrigan. Ariah was most like Macha. In fact, she was a younger version of the Battle goddess. She held many of the same associations, her power and being was wilder than Macha’s, however, more untamed. Untamed, that is, until she fell in love with a mortal. A wizard. Severus Snape.
“Ariah,” stated Anu, the Mother Goddess, “you have broken our rules, and paid with a loss. Your penance is done and you are free. Ahead of you, there is a choice. Do you wish to hear the choice?”
Ariah nodded, “I wish to hear my choice, my sisters.”
“You have the choice to return to the wizard you broke the rules for, or to never see him again.”
Ariah snorted, that was a no brainer, “Um, gee, let me think…”
“ARIAH!” shouted Badb, “This is serious. If you choose the wizard, there is a price.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ariah, “there’s always a price.”
“You know the price,” stated Anu quietly.
“My immortality,” whispered Ariah.
“Yes. You will be mortal,” said Macha, “are you willing to give up being a goddess for this seriously flawed man?”
“Yes.”
“And what makes you think he’ll have you back?” asked Fea, “He is, after all, a man, and therefore only good as a messenger raven…”
“Fea,” spat Nemon, “this isn’t about the men who have spurned you and are now errand birds for the gods. This is about our sister.”
“I will accept the price. I will become a powerless mortal,” said Ariah, looking into Anu’s golden eyes.
“We won’t be leaving you powerless. You will be entering the wizard’s world again, and into that world you will go prepared. You shall be known as a witch, a rather powerful one,” stated Macha, smiling slightly, “You will go with all the knowledge of a well trained witch.”
“You will not be able to call on the elements, not to the degree you can as a goddess,” said Nemon, “nor will you be able to turn into a raven.”
“But you will have knowledge of spellcasting, charms…” began Anu.
“And I don’t think you’ll need us for the potions knowledge, if I am correct,” said Macha.
Ariah smiled, “Nope, Severus can teach me that.”
“So be it,” said the sisters of the Morrigan in unison.
Ariah felt a change. She felt heavier footed. She felt clumsy. This was different than merely taking human form. This was being human. She sneezed. She didn’t like that. It felt messy. She sat on the ground and hugged her knees. Her sisters left her alone, except for Macha. Macha sat next to her.
“You can change your mind, you know,” she said, gently.
“I won’t.”
“You know, I went there, to that school, after we summoned you back here following the night where you…lost it,” begin Macha.
“You did? Why?”
“I needed to see the mortal who you thought was worth what you did.”
“And?”
“He was sitting by a lake, in the twilight, searching the skies. He was looking for you. He looked lost, scared, and lonely. I could tell he had tears in his eyes. He was throwing stones into the lake and something was throwing them back out at him. He caught them, yet seemed unaware of what he was doing. I hovered on the outskirts of his mind, listening to some of his thoughts. I know that was wrong of me, but this was my sister, my younger self, I was worried about. I had to see how his mind worked. It was dark in there, Ariah. So dark. Evil twisted thoughts made even me jump back. But there was this light, this inner core of pure white light. As I poked around his mind, seeing images of battle, scars, snakes, death, the light grew bigger and bigger. The darker thoughts and images were being swallowed by this white light…he’s a good man, isn’t he, Ariah?”
“Yeah, Macha, he is. He’s been through so much in his life.”
“He is a bit of a prick at times, though, isn’t he?”
Ariah laughed, “Yeah, he is. But for some reason, I find that attractive.”
“Overall, little sister, not a bad looking package either, though a little unkempt at times.”
“Yeah, gotta work on that,” agreed Ariah with a grin.
“You know what made the light grow inside him, don’t you?” asked Macha, who was greeted with a quizzical look from Ariah, “You. You need each other.”
“I know,” said Ariah softly, “I’ve been so lost without him.”
“And he without you. Poe said he was regular ‘right bastard’. Must have been hard for him losing you…”
“Pfft,” smirked Ariah, “He’s ALWAYS been a right bastard. That’s not new.”
“So, when will you leave?”
“Now, I think,” she said, “It’s been too long and I don’t want to wait another second.”
Macha kissed her sister’s forehead and bade her a safe journey to her future. Ariah smiled and hugged her back. Without a glance back, Ariah closed her eyes and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. She had never actually apparated before, though she seemed to instinctively know how. She stood outside the gates, staring at them, looking at them through the eyes of a mortal instead of the eyes of a goddess. She reached in the pocket of her Muggle style jeans and pulled out a piece of parchment.
See Professor Dumbledore for your old job back. He’s expecting you. ~Anu.
With a deep breath, Ariah pushed open the gates of Hogwarts and walked down the winding path to the castle. She was home.