The Dark Queen Potter

Severus packed everything he owned from Spinners End, and Hogwarts, just in case. He had less than twenty minutes left. He didn’t want to get there too soon and give the Dark Lord any time to screw up the plans that had been so carefully laid. He knew that the moment he popped into Malfoy manor, he only had but a couple of minutes to get anything of Lucius’s packed. The manor had been taken over by the Dark Lord the moment he obtained a body along with some muggle plot called Riddle Manor. Luckly all he needed for him was in the broken mans study. Severus wasn’t a great spy for nothing. Every time he got summoned he would grab a couple of Lucius’s things and brought them down to the study because it held his most important possessions and document and was the closest room to the dungeons. It would take him less than half a minute to literally shrink everything in the room and have it packed away securely in a small bottomless pouch. Thank God Voldemort was too busy with his “Evil Plans” to think about what might be in there.



With twelve minutes to go, he started making his way down to the dungeons to get Lucius ready and finally leave the servitude of He-who-he’d-wish-would-just-die-now! He went down stairs without the aid of magic not wanting to draw too much attention to him. He was keyed into the wards being a death eater and all, but if he used anything but domestic spells Voldemort would catch on that house elves are not the only ones lurking about. He opened the cell with the keys hanging on the side and walked in to retrieve Lucius.



There were five minutes left to go, all he would have to do is wait. But of course fate couldn’t let him get away silently, that would have been fair. As he sat on the busted cot holding onto Lucius, the bars suddenly closed with a loud bang.



“Severus, my little potions genius . . . Tell me . . . What do I owe the pleaser of this unexpected visit.”



“Bugger it up the fudge hole!” Severus thought to himself.



“My Lord, there was a particular potion I needed that I had to retrieve for Malfoy and . . .”



“And it took you almost half a day to get it. My, my, my, Severus, I think your mind is slipping. Did you not think to alert your Master of this or was your mind on other things?”



If he didn’t look like such a snake face psychopath, you could say that he cocked his head to the side sickeningly sweet as he asked Severus all this.



Severus was at a loss for words. He had only three minutes to go but it was like time stopped.



“My Liege, if you would let me explain . . .”



He said trying to use up the time, but it looked like the Dark Lord was about to take care of that for him.



“Do you know what I have in my hand Severus?. . . No?. . . Well let me tell you. The bane of my existence has sent me a letter with some interesting little facts.”



“Is that so My Lord?” Two minutes to go, but Severus was still nervous and Lucius was getting heavy. He should have waken him for the ride instead of putting him under a sleeping charm.



“Yes! It would seem that potter has come into possession of all my horcruxes, except for Nagini of course and is about to destroy them. Oh, have no fear, I’m not worried though.”



“Oh! Why’s that oh highest of Dark.” One minute to go.

“Well you see, as long as I have Nagini, no one can touch me, and I have taken preclusions to make sure she is safe. But make no mistake, after I take my last potion, become human, and create my heir . . . I will make more, and there will be no one to stop me. But there is still the little question on how he got them.”



“What would that theory be?” thirty seconds to go.



“There are only three people I had entrusted with the information. One is dead, one is currently leaning against you sleeping, and the third . . . Well Severus, I’m sure you can put two and two together you sniveling traitor. Oh Severus, you were one of my best men. Even Lucius with all the Money, and powerful connections he had couldn’t compare to such a natural asset such as you.”



Fifteen seconds . . .



“It a shame though, that the world is about to lose such a brilliant mind.”



Ten seconds . . .



Voldemort raised his wand to issue the ever infamous killing curse when he was stopped by Severus asking for a request.



“If I may my Lord, before I go, may I have one final word?”



“I’m impressed Severus, Taking your punishment like a true wizard, and after most of the work you’ve done for me I could grant you this small request. I would normally be worried about my reputation but you wouldn’t be around to ruin now would you.”



Five seconds . . .



“Looking back on all the years of being in your servitude, and carrying out devious plan after plan all in the name of our rise to power and glory over the wizarding world . . . I have come to realize in all your heartless immortality, that your one great downfall is you talk entirely to bloody much!”



One . . .



With a flick of Severus’s wrist to flip Voldemort the bird, he said with a smile



“Gooday, Dark Arse!”



And with a silent ‘pop’ Severus and Lucius were gone, never to serve that now mortified and beyond furious “Dark Lord” again. Voldemort actually always prided himself with being evilly elegant with words, but at this moment two of his best were loose, and not under his command. And to make matters worse, he didn’t know where they were. There was only one thing he could think to do at the moment, and once again, if he wasn’t who he was, what emitted from his moth next would have been the most comical sight anyone could behold at that moment



“(teeth clenched) . . . . (eye’s closed) . . . FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! . . .”



Sorry about that . . . I was totally wrong. It was funny!



He brushed his robes, popped out of the dungeons into the meeting hall. Seeing as there were no death eaters there at the moment he called one of the elves he marked for just this occasion.



“Give me your arm elf!”



The poor elf had been serving the man for the past year and a half now and it still trembled every time it came face to face with the Dark Lord. He lifted it without hesitation. He pressed his wand to the mark calling out to all his minions from all over the world to come to his aid. It was time for a serious meeting.

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After several seconds of what felt like someone spinning him around in fast circles, he felt his foot find ground. He took in his surrounding and recognized the place instantly. He was standing in the middle of the living room of Godrics Hallow. It was like the place had never been destroyed by Voldemorts touch.



He shook himself out of his musings and set upon the tasks at hand. There was no time to waste. He laid Lucius on the couch and saw the box that harry told him about sitting on the table. He opened it up and found a letter addressed to him, a leather bound diary, the two blue bottles, and other tools needed for the plans he and potter put together and it was at that moment he remembered . . .



“Granger! . . . I mean Mrs. Potter!”



No answer. He got up from the couch and started to look around, he called out again.



“Mrs. Potter!”



It was then that he saw the torn envelope on the floor, he then looked up and even though the door was closed with no light coming through . . . He had a feeling that Ms. Gran- . . . Mrs. Potter was in there. He made his way up the stairs quietly and upon reaching the door, he gently turned the knob and pushed open the door.



“Mrs. Potter? If you’re in here I would make myself known. It’s Professor Snape.”



No answer, but he did see a form on the bed. He cast a lumos and walked further into the room. When he reached the head of the bed, what he saw almost made his heart stop. Hermione turned her haunted eyes toward Severus and asked in the most vulnerable voice he had ever heard come from her . . .



“Did he send you to get me?”



Severus didn’t know who she was talking about. Surly she did not know of Voldemort’s plans.



“Who would that be Mrs. Potter.”



It was so weird to call her that he thought to himself.



“Harry! . . . Did he change his mind to let me come with him?”



“Dear Lord” thought Severus. He then noticed the paper clutched in her hand. His assumption would be that she did not take the info well. It seemed it was the day for Severus to be at a loss for any ideas. Well he figured if he could wing it with the Dark Lord, than winging it with a lost teen shouldn’t be too bad.



“No Mrs. Potter, Harry will not be returning. You are now in my care. If you get out of bed and freshen up, and come downstairs, all will be explained.”



She stared at him for a minute with the same empty expression for a couple of seconds before she replied.



“No, that’s okay. I’ll stay here until he comes to get me. I’m sure it was a mistake on his part. It’s his birthday today you know! He wouldn’t spend it alone . . . without me . . . I’m his family.”



In that moment, Severus got an idea. He didn’t know if it was the best but it would have to do since it was the quickest route back to her sanity. He moved the covers off of her and gently picked her up. He turned and headed straight to the adjoining bathroom and sat her in the big tub turning the shower on letting the cold water shock her back to the present.



The water was hitting her for a good two minutes and nothing. No reaction. He was about to turn off the water when it finally came. A loud high pitched guttural scream that you thought no human being could produce but there she was exceeding expectations like she had always done at Hogwarts. He quickly stopped the shower and turned on bended knee to do to a student he hadn’t done in over seventeen years. He hugged as she let out her unearthly wails of grief until she tired herself out. When she got silent he lifter her out of the tub and cast a drying and cleaning charm on her and sat her on her vanity chair. He stood behind her to tie a ribbon around her hair and was stopped mid reach to her dressing gown by her small voice.



“Why did he leave me professor? Why did he willingly leave me behind? What do I do now that everything I had is gone?”



At that moment he pulled her up to stand on her feet, slipped the robe onto her and stared into her eyes. He never thought he’d see the day that he would rather deal with Voldemort. At least then he knew what he was up against, but this was new.



“Mrs. Potter, I think you need to eat.”



With that being said, she nodded her consent and he guided her out the bedroom door and down the stairs to her new life.



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Authors Note:

The next chapter will be revealing a lot of secrets and the beginning stages of the plan. Thank you for bearing with me so far. I’m actually almost done with the next chapter and hope you all love it. I want to thank you for your comments, advice, and questions. Please keep them coming.