#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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32
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20,783
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261
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The Ancestor
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 24 ~ The Ancestor
Alistar was drifting in the lower regions of the castle, when he felt a change in the astral matter. He flung his consciousness out and discovered he could feel Hermione’s pure energy. He felt about further…yes, her husband…and the dragon spawn! They were all where he could reach them, well within his sphere of power. The fools! He did not have to contend with the physical in the astral plane, so there he was much more powerful. The spirit swooped with joy. He could take the mud-blood witch’s power and life much easier now.
The ghost focused his energy, and the damp walls of the lower castle began to gray out. The familiar mist surrounded him, the vibrant colors appearing much faster since he was not bogged down by a physical body. A number of thin white cords whipped around him, each connected to the blood of a murdered witch but swinging loosely, since they were no more. Two other cords stretched out, seeking their grounders, Marcus and Hermione. Once they connected, Alistar could use the connection to draw himself to them. He waited as the multi-colored cloud rolled back, revealing the starless sky of the astral plane. The creatures in the mist fell silent as Alistar drifted through the planes. They knew he was the epitome of evil, the Sender of Souls.
Alistar paused. Peeves. Peeves must be leading them. The spirit focused on Peeves energy and hurried through the plane, intent on interception.
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Cassandra and Endora sat cross-legged in the center of a circle of red stones. The Obeah would have preferred summoning the spirits at night, but the time difference between the islands and England made that impossible. It was mid-afternoon here, but the dragon man was in night. Both women were nude, their faces painted with a mixture of earth and blood. Designs were pricked into their greased flesh, wheels, squiggles and geometric shapes. Around their necks were necklaces, some made of herbs, others of shell and claws. A small fire burned in front of them, to which Cassandra was adding herbs and other ingredients, which changed the color of the smoke from black to crimson to blue to yellow. Endora was still out of it. The Obeah prepared her while she slept, and brought her to the circle, speaking incantations of protection over her. Endora sat, her head slumped against her chest, as Cassandra chanted, calling to the souls of the dead, drawing them to her with the fragrant smoke and her power. She conversed with them in their language of lisps, sending them forth to come back with news of the dragon man, where he was on the plane and what he was doing. She sent others in search of Alistar, with warnings to be clandestine, and not let him know he was being watched. She continued to cast herbs into the fire and sent for one more spirit, to find the women in misery.
This spirit was special, an old and ancient spirit who could not be bound, only persuaded. In life, it had led such an exemplary existence of kindness and goodness, that it was a free soul, one that could ascend beyond the plane if it so chose. It was a spirit free to travel in any area of the realm unthwarted and unchallenged. This was the spirit she needed to help her help Marcus. Normally, Cassandra would not hold out much hope in getting a response from this Great One, but she had an ace in the hole.
She uncapped the vial of Marcus’ blood and sprinkled several drops into the fire as an offering. The fire blazed up in a powerful violet light, and within the circle, the atmosphere darkened. The spirit came.
“Who calls me?” said the spirit in an irritated voice, “who pulls me from the realm of peace with the trials and tribulations of men? Who dares summon the Dragon’s Wife?”
Cassandra swallowed. Perspiration beaded her forehead as she spoke to the spirit.
“I am Cassandra. I have called you by The Blood, O Great One,” she replied.
“The Blood? And where, mortal, would you find The Blood?” the spirit asked, less irritated now.
“From the veins of the last of your Own. He who needs his ancestor’s help, the last living child of the Dragon,” Cassandra answered, “he has come to your realm to battle Alistar, who is bound to earth by the blood of long dead witches whom he slaughtered.”
“Alistar. He who stole the power of my husband,” the spirit breathed, “so he has returned?”
“Yes, Great One. Your descendent seeks to destroy him. He is connected to him.” Cassandra continued, “by the stolen blood. He is the last living of your great line.”
The spirit fell silent for a few moments. Cassandra worried that it may have withdrawn, but then, it spoke.
“What is the name of the last of my line?” it inquired.
“Marcus Delaluci,” Cassandra replied, “He has done many evil acts, Great One, but this act is one of redemption. Be merciful.”
“He is brave to face Alistar. And foolish to battle without a way to break the bond of the muggle-borns. Give me his blood, that I may find him,” the spirit hissed.
Cassandra poured the rest of Marcus’ blood into the flame. This was a great sacrifice for the Obeah, because the blood of a dragon, even mixed with human, is very powerful. She could have used it for her own gain, but was determined to help the wizard.
“Yessss. He is mine. And Alistar is also mine. You are forgiven for summoning me, Cassandra. Peace be with you and yours,” the spirit said, “Fiona gives you her blessing.”
Cassandra felt a coldness wash over her, and settle inside her core. It was a great blessing, worth the dragon’s blood and more. Cassandra could now move through the planes herself, without the aid of potions or other spirit guides. It was a great, great power.
“Even knowing you, blesses me, Dragon man,” she breathed. She felt the spirits returning with news. They told her of the other two with Marcus, and the poltergeist…and how they had armed themselves with weapons and chainmail. And how the woman had been attacked and her husband saved her, and how they both glowed with the light of love.
“This is good,” she said to herself, then to the spirits she said, “Go to the dragon man, and do his bidding. Protect him well and I will release your bondage to me forever more.”
“Yessss Mistressss!” the spirits replied, and then raised themselves to the astral level, and shot across the plane in search of Marcus.
Cassandra continued to cast herbs on the fire, waiting. Suddenly, she was aware of several more spirits returning.
“What news of Alistar?” she asked.
“He is aware that the dragon man and his companions are in the astral world, Mistress. He is seeking them out to destroy them.”
“Follow him, and when he attacks, help protect the dragon man and his companions. If they survive, I will free you from my bondage forever,” the Obeah said.
“Yessss Mistressss,” they also replied, winking out to the astral plane to trail Alistar.
Cassandra wiped her brow with her hand. Sweat was pouring off her now as she continued to add herbs to the flame before her. Endora still slept, oblivious to what was occurring around her. Cassandra hoped that Endora would not be needed, for that would mean things were going very badly for the dragon man. She did not want him to die. He was too interesting a man to die. She would like to know him better.
“I will watch over you, Dragon man…and if need be, Cassandra will come to you herself in your dark hour,” she whispered. The Obeah began to chant again, this time a chant of protection for all three travelers.
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A/N: She reached Fiona. Oh yeah. Please review.
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Chapter 24 ~ The Ancestor
Alistar was drifting in the lower regions of the castle, when he felt a change in the astral matter. He flung his consciousness out and discovered he could feel Hermione’s pure energy. He felt about further…yes, her husband…and the dragon spawn! They were all where he could reach them, well within his sphere of power. The fools! He did not have to contend with the physical in the astral plane, so there he was much more powerful. The spirit swooped with joy. He could take the mud-blood witch’s power and life much easier now.
The ghost focused his energy, and the damp walls of the lower castle began to gray out. The familiar mist surrounded him, the vibrant colors appearing much faster since he was not bogged down by a physical body. A number of thin white cords whipped around him, each connected to the blood of a murdered witch but swinging loosely, since they were no more. Two other cords stretched out, seeking their grounders, Marcus and Hermione. Once they connected, Alistar could use the connection to draw himself to them. He waited as the multi-colored cloud rolled back, revealing the starless sky of the astral plane. The creatures in the mist fell silent as Alistar drifted through the planes. They knew he was the epitome of evil, the Sender of Souls.
Alistar paused. Peeves. Peeves must be leading them. The spirit focused on Peeves energy and hurried through the plane, intent on interception.
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Cassandra and Endora sat cross-legged in the center of a circle of red stones. The Obeah would have preferred summoning the spirits at night, but the time difference between the islands and England made that impossible. It was mid-afternoon here, but the dragon man was in night. Both women were nude, their faces painted with a mixture of earth and blood. Designs were pricked into their greased flesh, wheels, squiggles and geometric shapes. Around their necks were necklaces, some made of herbs, others of shell and claws. A small fire burned in front of them, to which Cassandra was adding herbs and other ingredients, which changed the color of the smoke from black to crimson to blue to yellow. Endora was still out of it. The Obeah prepared her while she slept, and brought her to the circle, speaking incantations of protection over her. Endora sat, her head slumped against her chest, as Cassandra chanted, calling to the souls of the dead, drawing them to her with the fragrant smoke and her power. She conversed with them in their language of lisps, sending them forth to come back with news of the dragon man, where he was on the plane and what he was doing. She sent others in search of Alistar, with warnings to be clandestine, and not let him know he was being watched. She continued to cast herbs into the fire and sent for one more spirit, to find the women in misery.
This spirit was special, an old and ancient spirit who could not be bound, only persuaded. In life, it had led such an exemplary existence of kindness and goodness, that it was a free soul, one that could ascend beyond the plane if it so chose. It was a spirit free to travel in any area of the realm unthwarted and unchallenged. This was the spirit she needed to help her help Marcus. Normally, Cassandra would not hold out much hope in getting a response from this Great One, but she had an ace in the hole.
She uncapped the vial of Marcus’ blood and sprinkled several drops into the fire as an offering. The fire blazed up in a powerful violet light, and within the circle, the atmosphere darkened. The spirit came.
“Who calls me?” said the spirit in an irritated voice, “who pulls me from the realm of peace with the trials and tribulations of men? Who dares summon the Dragon’s Wife?”
Cassandra swallowed. Perspiration beaded her forehead as she spoke to the spirit.
“I am Cassandra. I have called you by The Blood, O Great One,” she replied.
“The Blood? And where, mortal, would you find The Blood?” the spirit asked, less irritated now.
“From the veins of the last of your Own. He who needs his ancestor’s help, the last living child of the Dragon,” Cassandra answered, “he has come to your realm to battle Alistar, who is bound to earth by the blood of long dead witches whom he slaughtered.”
“Alistar. He who stole the power of my husband,” the spirit breathed, “so he has returned?”
“Yes, Great One. Your descendent seeks to destroy him. He is connected to him.” Cassandra continued, “by the stolen blood. He is the last living of your great line.”
The spirit fell silent for a few moments. Cassandra worried that it may have withdrawn, but then, it spoke.
“What is the name of the last of my line?” it inquired.
“Marcus Delaluci,” Cassandra replied, “He has done many evil acts, Great One, but this act is one of redemption. Be merciful.”
“He is brave to face Alistar. And foolish to battle without a way to break the bond of the muggle-borns. Give me his blood, that I may find him,” the spirit hissed.
Cassandra poured the rest of Marcus’ blood into the flame. This was a great sacrifice for the Obeah, because the blood of a dragon, even mixed with human, is very powerful. She could have used it for her own gain, but was determined to help the wizard.
“Yessss. He is mine. And Alistar is also mine. You are forgiven for summoning me, Cassandra. Peace be with you and yours,” the spirit said, “Fiona gives you her blessing.”
Cassandra felt a coldness wash over her, and settle inside her core. It was a great blessing, worth the dragon’s blood and more. Cassandra could now move through the planes herself, without the aid of potions or other spirit guides. It was a great, great power.
“Even knowing you, blesses me, Dragon man,” she breathed. She felt the spirits returning with news. They told her of the other two with Marcus, and the poltergeist…and how they had armed themselves with weapons and chainmail. And how the woman had been attacked and her husband saved her, and how they both glowed with the light of love.
“This is good,” she said to herself, then to the spirits she said, “Go to the dragon man, and do his bidding. Protect him well and I will release your bondage to me forever more.”
“Yessss Mistressss!” the spirits replied, and then raised themselves to the astral level, and shot across the plane in search of Marcus.
Cassandra continued to cast herbs on the fire, waiting. Suddenly, she was aware of several more spirits returning.
“What news of Alistar?” she asked.
“He is aware that the dragon man and his companions are in the astral world, Mistress. He is seeking them out to destroy them.”
“Follow him, and when he attacks, help protect the dragon man and his companions. If they survive, I will free you from my bondage forever,” the Obeah said.
“Yessss Mistressss,” they also replied, winking out to the astral plane to trail Alistar.
Cassandra wiped her brow with her hand. Sweat was pouring off her now as she continued to add herbs to the flame before her. Endora still slept, oblivious to what was occurring around her. Cassandra hoped that Endora would not be needed, for that would mean things were going very badly for the dragon man. She did not want him to die. He was too interesting a man to die. She would like to know him better.
“I will watch over you, Dragon man…and if need be, Cassandra will come to you herself in your dark hour,” she whispered. The Obeah began to chant again, this time a chant of protection for all three travelers.
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A/N: She reached Fiona. Oh yeah. Please review.