Of Death and Fire
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
4,046
Reviews:
13
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.
Epilogue
Epilogue
Epilogue
One hour later, in Dumbledore's office, an awkward silence fell over the people assembled there. The Headmaster was obviously uncomfortable, as well as Lupin. Morgaine was torn between sorrow for departing and giggling, finding the whole situationpletpletely hilarious. Snape stood motionless, like a marble statue dressed in midnight robes, his jaw tight and his neck muscles stressed, avoiding to acknowledge Black's presence in the room. And Black had the face of an innocent wrongly accused, glancing sideways to Snape to see his reactions.
But then it was time to part. Dumbledore produced a portkey, and Lupin and Black left first. Before leaving, Morgaine turned and looked at Snape, whose face was still unreadable. She reached out and pushed back the dark locks of hair that covered his eyes, brushing his face with her fingers. Still he showed no emotion. He just briefly closed his eyes, respondin her her goodbye in the only way he could.
"For now," she whispered and turned away.
She reached out and touched the portkey and vanished.
And Snape felt a part of his heart to vanish with her.
She will be back, he reassured himself. She will return.
To fight another day.
~*~
Inside his lair, the Dark Lord reached out to inspect the rare potion he had been given. She had been an enjoyable consort and a part of him regretted her death. But she had proven to be difficult to control. And he could always find new toys. His faithful Death Eaters would make sure of that. But this... this was unique.
As he looked at the vial against the candlelight, he frowned, sensing that something was wrong. And then the crimson liquid turned black as the blood cells inside it died, like she had.
Voldemort screamed in anger. He had been denied his trophy.
~*~
Beside the Dark waters of Acheron, Death was pleased. With a wave of his fleshless hands he unsummoned the window to the realm of the living. He turned toward the Hall of the Black Throne, followed by his faithful servant. Yet, something still bothered him, something small, but a sting in his side anyway. Without turning his head, he addressed his servant.
"Aurion?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Stop grinning, for Lethe's sake. You are supposed to be Fear, not Cupid."
"As you wish, Master."
But they both kept on smiling, for different reasons each.
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So, this is it. Please take a moment to read the last page with some last minutes notes and acknowledgements.
Epilogue
One hour later, in Dumbledore's office, an awkward silence fell over the people assembled there. The Headmaster was obviously uncomfortable, as well as Lupin. Morgaine was torn between sorrow for departing and giggling, finding the whole situationpletpletely hilarious. Snape stood motionless, like a marble statue dressed in midnight robes, his jaw tight and his neck muscles stressed, avoiding to acknowledge Black's presence in the room. And Black had the face of an innocent wrongly accused, glancing sideways to Snape to see his reactions.
But then it was time to part. Dumbledore produced a portkey, and Lupin and Black left first. Before leaving, Morgaine turned and looked at Snape, whose face was still unreadable. She reached out and pushed back the dark locks of hair that covered his eyes, brushing his face with her fingers. Still he showed no emotion. He just briefly closed his eyes, respondin her her goodbye in the only way he could.
"For now," she whispered and turned away.
She reached out and touched the portkey and vanished.
And Snape felt a part of his heart to vanish with her.
She will be back, he reassured himself. She will return.
To fight another day.
~*~
Inside his lair, the Dark Lord reached out to inspect the rare potion he had been given. She had been an enjoyable consort and a part of him regretted her death. But she had proven to be difficult to control. And he could always find new toys. His faithful Death Eaters would make sure of that. But this... this was unique.
As he looked at the vial against the candlelight, he frowned, sensing that something was wrong. And then the crimson liquid turned black as the blood cells inside it died, like she had.
Voldemort screamed in anger. He had been denied his trophy.
~*~
Beside the Dark waters of Acheron, Death was pleased. With a wave of his fleshless hands he unsummoned the window to the realm of the living. He turned toward the Hall of the Black Throne, followed by his faithful servant. Yet, something still bothered him, something small, but a sting in his side anyway. Without turning his head, he addressed his servant.
"Aurion?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Stop grinning, for Lethe's sake. You are supposed to be Fear, not Cupid."
"As you wish, Master."
But they both kept on smiling, for different reasons each.
*****************************************************************
So, this is it. Please take a moment to read the last page with some last minutes notes and acknowledgements.