Blood is Blood
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,083
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
--Six Years Later
Trees branches and vines whipped at his face and hands, tearing his robes as he ran. Ran as hard and fast as he could. He ran until he thought his lungs would burst from overuse. And still he kept going. His mind was racing. Were they coming after him? Was he off the grounds yet? He stopped and leaned his head back against a tree. With a lurch forward he was sick on the ground. Slowly he carried himself a few more steps forward and slumped forward and fell to his knees on the ground.
“What have I done?!” He screamed into the night, pain and anguish prominent in his voice. He fell over to one side fetal like crying. He ran his hands through his dark mane of hair and sobbed.
He didn’t know how long he had been lying on the ground when he heard voices and the rustle of the leaves and branches underfoot.
“Do you see any sign of him?” a man’s voice questioned.
“No, Check all around. Keep searching,” a woman’s voice urged.
“We’re out of Hogwart’s bounds now. Who knows where he could be by now. The slimy git will have apparated,” came the man’s voice.
“Yes, but we have to keep looking,” replied a second woman.
Hearing the voices he knew he was in danger. But if he was off the grounds now he could apparate. Mustering up all the strength he had left in him he thought of his destination and disappeared into the night. To his home at Spinner’s End.
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The sun streaming in between the curtains of his room woke him. He sat up in bed still fully dressed and tried to assess his surroundings.
“Why am I at home?” Severus thought.
Then all of the memories from the night came flashing back to him…
The room of requirement, the chest, the death eaters, the fight, Draco--Dumbledore. And at this his head fell hard into his hands again.
“This can’t have really happened.” Severus said aloud to the room. “I…really did it.”
He thought back to the conversation that he and Albus had been having probably only 12 hours before.
“You know the time is near don’t you, Severus?” Albus had said to him.
“Sir, are you sure?” was his reply.
“More certain than of anything in my life. There are some things that we just have to let happen in order for other things to go on.” Dumbledore looked down at his desk. He knew this would be the last time he would be in there. To look upon all his fineries. His gaze fell on his phoenix, Fawkes. It lifted its head and let out a sorrowful, unearthly note as a tear fell from its eye. Dumbledore smiled sadly at the bird. “I will be calling for Potter soon, Severus. I leave it to you to make sure things go as planned and you know about a certain parcel that will need to be picked up?”
Severus nodded and turned towards the door, hesitated and turned around.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Severus?”
“Thank you for always believing me, for trusting me. Right now I think it will be the only thing that will hold me together. I’m sorry for this sentiment, but before…” His voice cracked. “Well, I just wanted you to know.”
“Do not worry about this, Severus,” Dumbledore smiled at him with a small twinkle in his eye. This is not the end. We will speak again. After all, To the well organized mind, Death is but the next great adventure.”
Wiping his eyes with the back of his hands, Severus stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so much older than he had the night before. As if the entire world had fallen into his hands.
“There’s no use worrying now,” He thought to himself. “What’s done is done, and I have only done as I was instructed. How odd though that his instructions from both sides were for the same ending. “I guess things do have a way of working themselves out,” He told the mirror.
“Of course they do,” replied the mirror sleepily.
Severus crossed to his chest of drawers and opened it. He took out a small traveling bag and a clean pair of robes. He had a mission to finish.
--Six Years Later
Trees branches and vines whipped at his face and hands, tearing his robes as he ran. Ran as hard and fast as he could. He ran until he thought his lungs would burst from overuse. And still he kept going. His mind was racing. Were they coming after him? Was he off the grounds yet? He stopped and leaned his head back against a tree. With a lurch forward he was sick on the ground. Slowly he carried himself a few more steps forward and slumped forward and fell to his knees on the ground.
“What have I done?!” He screamed into the night, pain and anguish prominent in his voice. He fell over to one side fetal like crying. He ran his hands through his dark mane of hair and sobbed.
He didn’t know how long he had been lying on the ground when he heard voices and the rustle of the leaves and branches underfoot.
“Do you see any sign of him?” a man’s voice questioned.
“No, Check all around. Keep searching,” a woman’s voice urged.
“We’re out of Hogwart’s bounds now. Who knows where he could be by now. The slimy git will have apparated,” came the man’s voice.
“Yes, but we have to keep looking,” replied a second woman.
Hearing the voices he knew he was in danger. But if he was off the grounds now he could apparate. Mustering up all the strength he had left in him he thought of his destination and disappeared into the night. To his home at Spinner’s End.
-----
The sun streaming in between the curtains of his room woke him. He sat up in bed still fully dressed and tried to assess his surroundings.
“Why am I at home?” Severus thought.
Then all of the memories from the night came flashing back to him…
The room of requirement, the chest, the death eaters, the fight, Draco--Dumbledore. And at this his head fell hard into his hands again.
“This can’t have really happened.” Severus said aloud to the room. “I…really did it.”
He thought back to the conversation that he and Albus had been having probably only 12 hours before.
“You know the time is near don’t you, Severus?” Albus had said to him.
“Sir, are you sure?” was his reply.
“More certain than of anything in my life. There are some things that we just have to let happen in order for other things to go on.” Dumbledore looked down at his desk. He knew this would be the last time he would be in there. To look upon all his fineries. His gaze fell on his phoenix, Fawkes. It lifted its head and let out a sorrowful, unearthly note as a tear fell from its eye. Dumbledore smiled sadly at the bird. “I will be calling for Potter soon, Severus. I leave it to you to make sure things go as planned and you know about a certain parcel that will need to be picked up?”
Severus nodded and turned towards the door, hesitated and turned around.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Severus?”
“Thank you for always believing me, for trusting me. Right now I think it will be the only thing that will hold me together. I’m sorry for this sentiment, but before…” His voice cracked. “Well, I just wanted you to know.”
“Do not worry about this, Severus,” Dumbledore smiled at him with a small twinkle in his eye. This is not the end. We will speak again. After all, To the well organized mind, Death is but the next great adventure.”
Wiping his eyes with the back of his hands, Severus stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so much older than he had the night before. As if the entire world had fallen into his hands.
“There’s no use worrying now,” He thought to himself. “What’s done is done, and I have only done as I was instructed. How odd though that his instructions from both sides were for the same ending. “I guess things do have a way of working themselves out,” He told the mirror.
“Of course they do,” replied the mirror sleepily.
Severus crossed to his chest of drawers and opened it. He took out a small traveling bag and a clean pair of robes. He had a mission to finish.