Edge Of Gravity
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
4,573
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Rating: FRT-13
The room was sour with the raw power battling inside it, the losing side seeming to grow more agitated with every passing second. The council’s skin dulling to a sallow, taunt expression under the forceful push. Snape stood before them with graceful ease, his gaze giving nothing away. A Wizard with enough power to crush them all with a simple flick of the wrist, and yet he stood before them taking their hollow unspoken threats.
Wormtail pushed his scraggly fuzzy body deeper into the room, ignoring the way the tiny crack’s sharp edges dug deeper into his tail and back end. His rat features sharp, and hideous with a odd silver front paw that tapped quietly against the stone. Small, watery eyes blinking past his wooly stray hairs to stare at the looming figure. Severus Snape.
“We have for many years known of the power used by the dwindling Potter followers.” Lucius’s voice was breathless, seeming to be suffocating under the power that Snape pushed upon them. Wormtail made a rat-like squeal at the name, his head still buzzed with the memory of the boy he had to endure for years. Quietly he plotted waiting for his Dark Lord to rise again, helping him at every turn to stop the Potter brat.
He had even helped in the raid on Hogwart’s killing student after student, feeling the power he never felt when he was younger. Their magic flowing through the air, while their bodies dropped to the ground in a lifeless heap. Faces of hundreds passing before his eyes, their house colors meaning nothing in his mind.
They were all the same, all of them would turn on him in a moment, his only ally was the crowd of ghostly white faces striking down students. One even raised his wand to his son, watching him fall in a frenzy of hateful destruction. Their Dark marks burning with approval as each student collapsed, while Professor’s tried to defend them with curses. Their voices shrill above the screams, some willing losing their lives to thrust themselves in front of helpless students.
They could taste the victory when the first wave of Deatheater’s went down, with a short flick of Dumbledore’s wand. His voice cold, hoarse, and bitter all at the same time as remaining Professors joined him to keep the remaining students alive. It frightened Peter into retreating from the castle, his animagus appearance helping him in the feat. Returning to the Dark Lord he retold the story of those he destroyed that day. Then the victorious news of Potter’s slaying, Lucius proudly announcing his triumph. He had raised his wand to Potter, and the boy had gone down without so much as a fight.
“I see.” Wormtail body ached with the sudden upsurge in magic before it passed from his animagus body. His small paws scuttled backwards delving him deeper into the protection of the stone, before he resumed his listening.
“That is why you have been summoned to us tonight.” Lucius’s voice echoed into the wall crack, making him scrunch his body tight before continuing to listen. Wormtail didn’t look out anymore, his nose burning with the scent of magic suppression.
“I see.” Snape replied, his voice sounded exasperated. “What is it that I can do for the Council?”
Peter peeked through his fuzz to see the rage in Lucius’s eyes, his fingers tightening around his wand. His fingers moved to dig into the voluminous fold of his luxurious robe’s fabric, before finally settling on one fold. A handful of brightly colored jeweled stones fell to the table, clinking softly. One creamy white colored one rolled to the edge, before dropping to the floor. Snape shuffled backwards, as a puff of deep crimson floated up from it. “Forgive me.” Lucius’s words were soft, full of laughter. A self satisfied smile perched on his lip, while his wand tapped on the table.
Snape’s clutched in his wand, the air around him fluxing outward with a power and anger. Broken shards of crystals lying on the ground, milky white power seeping from it. A smaller wizard hiding in the shadows only moments before standing rail rod straight with his wand pointed at the council members.
“Longbottom.” Snape hissed, watching up to grab the smaller wizard’s arm. “I shall handle this.”
“You should really learn to…” Lucius growled, until Snape turned back to him. Severus’s eyes seeming to glow with power, and wand clutched in his bony fingers. His hand extending, making Wormtail wonder if he would strangle the life from Lucius’s body.
With a quick movement, and a small gasp from a member Snape snatched the remaining crystals from the table. Tiny jeweled colors glinting in his open hand, making them seem beautifully malevolent. The small wizard finally slunk back to the shadows, his wand deposited back into his robes.
Lucius’s eyes scrunched up tightly, watching as Snape rolled one particularly bright pink crystal in between his fingers. “Find out how to make them.” Lucius growled, sound more grumbled then harsh.
Severus looked up from the small pink color letting his hand drop to the side, his fingers threatening to slip at any moment. “Of course.” Snape smirked, turning on heels without bothering to be dismissed. His fingers continuing to hold the crystal, until only his billowing robe was a memory.
The pressure was released immediately, letting one member collapse against the table unconscious. Wormtail pushed his fuzzy body deeper into the hole, until only a dot of light remained of the room. His mind relving in the thoughts of past, the power he held, of the power the Dark Lord knew he possessed.
Rating: FRT-13
The room was sour with the raw power battling inside it, the losing side seeming to grow more agitated with every passing second. The council’s skin dulling to a sallow, taunt expression under the forceful push. Snape stood before them with graceful ease, his gaze giving nothing away. A Wizard with enough power to crush them all with a simple flick of the wrist, and yet he stood before them taking their hollow unspoken threats.
Wormtail pushed his scraggly fuzzy body deeper into the room, ignoring the way the tiny crack’s sharp edges dug deeper into his tail and back end. His rat features sharp, and hideous with a odd silver front paw that tapped quietly against the stone. Small, watery eyes blinking past his wooly stray hairs to stare at the looming figure. Severus Snape.
“We have for many years known of the power used by the dwindling Potter followers.” Lucius’s voice was breathless, seeming to be suffocating under the power that Snape pushed upon them. Wormtail made a rat-like squeal at the name, his head still buzzed with the memory of the boy he had to endure for years. Quietly he plotted waiting for his Dark Lord to rise again, helping him at every turn to stop the Potter brat.
He had even helped in the raid on Hogwart’s killing student after student, feeling the power he never felt when he was younger. Their magic flowing through the air, while their bodies dropped to the ground in a lifeless heap. Faces of hundreds passing before his eyes, their house colors meaning nothing in his mind.
They were all the same, all of them would turn on him in a moment, his only ally was the crowd of ghostly white faces striking down students. One even raised his wand to his son, watching him fall in a frenzy of hateful destruction. Their Dark marks burning with approval as each student collapsed, while Professor’s tried to defend them with curses. Their voices shrill above the screams, some willing losing their lives to thrust themselves in front of helpless students.
They could taste the victory when the first wave of Deatheater’s went down, with a short flick of Dumbledore’s wand. His voice cold, hoarse, and bitter all at the same time as remaining Professors joined him to keep the remaining students alive. It frightened Peter into retreating from the castle, his animagus appearance helping him in the feat. Returning to the Dark Lord he retold the story of those he destroyed that day. Then the victorious news of Potter’s slaying, Lucius proudly announcing his triumph. He had raised his wand to Potter, and the boy had gone down without so much as a fight.
“I see.” Wormtail body ached with the sudden upsurge in magic before it passed from his animagus body. His small paws scuttled backwards delving him deeper into the protection of the stone, before he resumed his listening.
“That is why you have been summoned to us tonight.” Lucius’s voice echoed into the wall crack, making him scrunch his body tight before continuing to listen. Wormtail didn’t look out anymore, his nose burning with the scent of magic suppression.
“I see.” Snape replied, his voice sounded exasperated. “What is it that I can do for the Council?”
Peter peeked through his fuzz to see the rage in Lucius’s eyes, his fingers tightening around his wand. His fingers moved to dig into the voluminous fold of his luxurious robe’s fabric, before finally settling on one fold. A handful of brightly colored jeweled stones fell to the table, clinking softly. One creamy white colored one rolled to the edge, before dropping to the floor. Snape shuffled backwards, as a puff of deep crimson floated up from it. “Forgive me.” Lucius’s words were soft, full of laughter. A self satisfied smile perched on his lip, while his wand tapped on the table.
Snape’s clutched in his wand, the air around him fluxing outward with a power and anger. Broken shards of crystals lying on the ground, milky white power seeping from it. A smaller wizard hiding in the shadows only moments before standing rail rod straight with his wand pointed at the council members.
“Longbottom.” Snape hissed, watching up to grab the smaller wizard’s arm. “I shall handle this.”
“You should really learn to…” Lucius growled, until Snape turned back to him. Severus’s eyes seeming to glow with power, and wand clutched in his bony fingers. His hand extending, making Wormtail wonder if he would strangle the life from Lucius’s body.
With a quick movement, and a small gasp from a member Snape snatched the remaining crystals from the table. Tiny jeweled colors glinting in his open hand, making them seem beautifully malevolent. The small wizard finally slunk back to the shadows, his wand deposited back into his robes.
Lucius’s eyes scrunched up tightly, watching as Snape rolled one particularly bright pink crystal in between his fingers. “Find out how to make them.” Lucius growled, sound more grumbled then harsh.
Severus looked up from the small pink color letting his hand drop to the side, his fingers threatening to slip at any moment. “Of course.” Snape smirked, turning on heels without bothering to be dismissed. His fingers continuing to hold the crystal, until only his billowing robe was a memory.
The pressure was released immediately, letting one member collapse against the table unconscious. Wormtail pushed his fuzzy body deeper into the hole, until only a dot of light remained of the room. His mind relving in the thoughts of past, the power he held, of the power the Dark Lord knew he possessed.