Twilight of the Gods
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,818
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1
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The Dark Side
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The Dark side
Severus and Draco finally apparated to Lord Voldemort’s headquarters after one week of hiding. Despite common opinion the headquarters were not some dump cave full of rotten corpses, but relatively comfortable fortress from 15th century hidden from muggle’ s sight. There was a courtyard, stables, a kitchen full of house elves, main hall and almost 20 small rooms. And dungeons with a prison and torture chambers, of course. Some prison cells were used as storerooms for broken and unusable furniture, a lot of planks and bricks and old newspapers. (This is a common phenomenon in every house older than a decade. And hell, some decades passed since the 15th century.)
Our heroes passed three giants lazing on courtyard and went to give a report to their Lord. They stopped starring into the main hall, because instead of usual 5 or 10 Death Eaters there was crowd of circa 200 humans. Or more precisely, some of them were more humanoids than humans. And they all were drinking, eating, singing, shouting and clearly enjoying themselves. Drunken Bellatrix holding a wine bottle threw herself around Severus’ s neck and gave him passionate but a little misplaced kiss.
“Severus, our Lord was so pleased with your wide known deed last week. The Potter brat told everybody and you made headliners in Daily Prophet and in Witch weekly you made central double page. I cut out your and Dumbledore’ s pictures and I glued them to doors of my bathroom.”
“I’m so honored, Bella.”
“Yeah, you are welcome. Our Lord has now some important delegations, but you have to come to him tomorrow morning. Malfoy, go to Narcissa, she is in your room and she wants to talk to you.”
“Is he in some danger, Bella?” asked Severus after Draco’ s departure.
“No, don’t be afraid. Come, have a drink. Do you know what happened? Right out of mythology crept a lot of monsters and even gods.”
“Bella, how much wine did you drink today?”
“Hey, Sev, I’m as sober as the day I was born.”
“That’s precisely what I was afraid of.”
“Hey, look, do you see that 2 meters tall dark haired man? He’s Surt, leader of giants. He demonstrated he’s a real giant. This afternoon he came to that training meadow and he grown as high as the fortress. And then he shrunk back. Men, that was something. I would like to know, if he could grow single part of his body to someone likes…”
“I do not want to know. It would give me nightmares for the rest of my life. But you can explore his abilities in your leisure time.”
“I will. And look, that red-eyed man with red-eyed wolf, see? That’s Tzernobog. I mean the man, not the wolf. There’ s a whole pack of his red-eyed wolves in the forest behind the fortress. That small ones they are Firbolgs. The Celtic gods kicked them out of Ireland and now they want their revenge. I can’t see their leader Bres now. There, look, he talks with our Lord. Here, Sev, have a wine, it’s really good. Trojan and his bieses brought it.”
Bella was all the time holding Severus around his waist and she was clinging to his body. She was a perfect personification of quite drunken tick. Severus did not want bies wine, but he was quite hungry, so he shook Bella off himself, carefully maneuvered her to table with more wine and to a god, who introduced himself as Stribog and he sat Bella on that god’ s lap. Severus then carefully avoided table, on which savagely danced and off-tune singed a group of bieses with several Firbolgs amongst them and he sat to relatively untouched table in the corner. Only one woman sat here and sipped mead.
Severus helped himself to a steak, some potatoes and a beer. When he started to eat, woman raised her head and he choked for a moment. Half of her face was blue-black and half normal. She smirked in amusement.
“You should be more careful with your look around eating people, woman. What if I die from suffocation?”
“Then you would be mine, human. And you would fight in my army.”
Severus questioningly raised his eyebrow.
“My name is Hel. Christians named their hell after me. I’m empress of all men with German blood, who did not die in battle. And they are my army now. Those, who died in battle, they will fight on Odin’ s side against us.”
“For hell’s sake! Are you talking about Twilight of the Gods?”
Hel started to laugh: “For you it’s Hel’ s sake now, mortal. Yes, I’m talking about the Final Battle. Why do you think we all are here in Midgard? In less than one week, your world will end in ice. The Prophecy is clear. Fenri will eat Odin and Midgardsormer will kill Thor. They could make allies with whomever they want, but in the end they all would die. You seem to lose your appetite, wizard. There’s no need for fear. Carpe Diem, life is short. Here, drink this mead. There’s vodka somewhere, you should use some tonight.”
“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea. I’m not used to hear news of world’ s end everyday. Where would I stand in the battle?”
“Under command of your snake-wizard, of course. I don’t believe you wizards would live through the first hour of the battle.”
“Odin. Firbolgs. Twilight of the Gods. I desperately need a lot of vodka.”
“Of course, be my guest. Drink this. And this. What’s your name, little wizard?”
“Severus Snape.”
“Carpe nocturnum with me, Severus….”
The Dark side
Severus and Draco finally apparated to Lord Voldemort’s headquarters after one week of hiding. Despite common opinion the headquarters were not some dump cave full of rotten corpses, but relatively comfortable fortress from 15th century hidden from muggle’ s sight. There was a courtyard, stables, a kitchen full of house elves, main hall and almost 20 small rooms. And dungeons with a prison and torture chambers, of course. Some prison cells were used as storerooms for broken and unusable furniture, a lot of planks and bricks and old newspapers. (This is a common phenomenon in every house older than a decade. And hell, some decades passed since the 15th century.)
Our heroes passed three giants lazing on courtyard and went to give a report to their Lord. They stopped starring into the main hall, because instead of usual 5 or 10 Death Eaters there was crowd of circa 200 humans. Or more precisely, some of them were more humanoids than humans. And they all were drinking, eating, singing, shouting and clearly enjoying themselves. Drunken Bellatrix holding a wine bottle threw herself around Severus’ s neck and gave him passionate but a little misplaced kiss.
“Severus, our Lord was so pleased with your wide known deed last week. The Potter brat told everybody and you made headliners in Daily Prophet and in Witch weekly you made central double page. I cut out your and Dumbledore’ s pictures and I glued them to doors of my bathroom.”
“I’m so honored, Bella.”
“Yeah, you are welcome. Our Lord has now some important delegations, but you have to come to him tomorrow morning. Malfoy, go to Narcissa, she is in your room and she wants to talk to you.”
“Is he in some danger, Bella?” asked Severus after Draco’ s departure.
“No, don’t be afraid. Come, have a drink. Do you know what happened? Right out of mythology crept a lot of monsters and even gods.”
“Bella, how much wine did you drink today?”
“Hey, Sev, I’m as sober as the day I was born.”
“That’s precisely what I was afraid of.”
“Hey, look, do you see that 2 meters tall dark haired man? He’s Surt, leader of giants. He demonstrated he’s a real giant. This afternoon he came to that training meadow and he grown as high as the fortress. And then he shrunk back. Men, that was something. I would like to know, if he could grow single part of his body to someone likes…”
“I do not want to know. It would give me nightmares for the rest of my life. But you can explore his abilities in your leisure time.”
“I will. And look, that red-eyed man with red-eyed wolf, see? That’s Tzernobog. I mean the man, not the wolf. There’ s a whole pack of his red-eyed wolves in the forest behind the fortress. That small ones they are Firbolgs. The Celtic gods kicked them out of Ireland and now they want their revenge. I can’t see their leader Bres now. There, look, he talks with our Lord. Here, Sev, have a wine, it’s really good. Trojan and his bieses brought it.”
Bella was all the time holding Severus around his waist and she was clinging to his body. She was a perfect personification of quite drunken tick. Severus did not want bies wine, but he was quite hungry, so he shook Bella off himself, carefully maneuvered her to table with more wine and to a god, who introduced himself as Stribog and he sat Bella on that god’ s lap. Severus then carefully avoided table, on which savagely danced and off-tune singed a group of bieses with several Firbolgs amongst them and he sat to relatively untouched table in the corner. Only one woman sat here and sipped mead.
Severus helped himself to a steak, some potatoes and a beer. When he started to eat, woman raised her head and he choked for a moment. Half of her face was blue-black and half normal. She smirked in amusement.
“You should be more careful with your look around eating people, woman. What if I die from suffocation?”
“Then you would be mine, human. And you would fight in my army.”
Severus questioningly raised his eyebrow.
“My name is Hel. Christians named their hell after me. I’m empress of all men with German blood, who did not die in battle. And they are my army now. Those, who died in battle, they will fight on Odin’ s side against us.”
“For hell’s sake! Are you talking about Twilight of the Gods?”
Hel started to laugh: “For you it’s Hel’ s sake now, mortal. Yes, I’m talking about the Final Battle. Why do you think we all are here in Midgard? In less than one week, your world will end in ice. The Prophecy is clear. Fenri will eat Odin and Midgardsormer will kill Thor. They could make allies with whomever they want, but in the end they all would die. You seem to lose your appetite, wizard. There’s no need for fear. Carpe Diem, life is short. Here, drink this mead. There’s vodka somewhere, you should use some tonight.”
“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea. I’m not used to hear news of world’ s end everyday. Where would I stand in the battle?”
“Under command of your snake-wizard, of course. I don’t believe you wizards would live through the first hour of the battle.”
“Odin. Firbolgs. Twilight of the Gods. I desperately need a lot of vodka.”
“Of course, be my guest. Drink this. And this. What’s your name, little wizard?”
“Severus Snape.”
“Carpe nocturnum with me, Severus….”