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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
58
Views:
41,306
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Astronomy Domine
Sheherazade: Thanks for your review as always! I believe Yaxley was a real threat to Snape and he really needed to watch his back during book seven. Snape had enemies everywhere. That is why even Harry said of him in the end, "...he was probably the bravest man I ever knew." This enmity won't go any further in the story though.
Note: By this point in the party it is around three in the morning.
I’m changing into a new chapter for now, but later I might change how the chapters are again. Of course, it does not matter. I'm trying to give a nod to Pink Floyd. Domine is a feminine variation of the word "lord" in Latin.
Chapter Twelve: Astronomy Domine
Severus Snape and Fenrir Greyback entered the threshold of the cathedral-sized hall where Voldemort’s rallying speech had been held several hours ago. Snape left Greyback unattended at once and swept past all the others without a nod of hello or anything.
Nearly all of the Death Eaters were convening as planned inside the cathedral-hall, lining up at the entrance. Most of them turned to see Snape and Greyback arrive on the spot, as they all put their masks on. Their silver metaled masks, morphed from a vapory liquid into a solid form at the direction of their wands.
A ruckus issued from many of them when they saw Fenrir Greyback rear his ugly head.
“Ah, I see now what you did to him!” said the witch Alecto Carrow through the mouth-hole of her mask. “Good call!” And her stocky cloaked figure gave a wheezy giggle.
Greyback’s mucked yellow eyes in the vulture form were flashing and he was reaching for his wand, his unseen hand gripping it inside the pocket.
The Death Eaters were apparently lining up for something important. A long line was beginning to form and Snape was moving down the cathedral, inspecting all the Death Eaters present.
Greyback went to take a place in the line. But then someone from behind looked over their shoulder, and saw him through the slit-eyes of their mask.
It was Mulciber. He jumped all the way around, pirouetting like an ice skater doing a turn, his robes whirling as if a sudden gust of wind had blown, and his mask flashed in a glint of silver.
“NO,” said Mulciber, through his mask, but it rang clearly throughout the acoustically balanced room.
Greyback had his wand out now, but before he could do anything, a couple of more Death Eaters joined Mulciber. “Get out!,” said one of them.
One Death Eater slashed his wand. Instantly, Greyback’s ceremonial robes were ripped completely down the front, exposing his hairy chest.
“You definitely won’t be participating in this honorable vestige of the past!,” said Jugson.
And the other one, Macnair wrangled, “A werewolf and a head like that is never one of us!”
But Greyback murmured something about the Dark Lord and strode forward as if to take his place. But then the second he moved, he was thrown back with the force of a spell. Greyback landed on his ass.
More Death Eaters were watching, wands raised. Greyback picked himself up and saw the situation. He went tumbling down the sidelines as the Death Eaters got back into their places. It looked like Greyback was moonwalking, as his vulture head could swivel on it’s neck all the way around, making it look like he was walking backwards. He watched the Death Eaters lining up, resentfully. Meanwhile, at the front of him, was the back of his red feathered head was loping forward, with the hairy chest, going straight for the ballroom theater.
Nott said, shaking his head, “I don’t know…You shouldn’t have ripped his uniform. The Dark Lord has him permitted to wear it. Although he did not instruct HIM to join our traditions.”
Everybody lined up. Pettigrew had changed into his uniform hours ago, when many people had complained about his muddled brown tuxedo of before. And Bellatrix was holding her own towards the very front, rid of her ostentatious red cloak.
The crowd from beyond the hall clamored, an unseen force, with that unmistakable mood of a show about to start, pervading.
Note: the next scenes are very dramatic, think of the rally held at the beginning! Hope you look forward to it!
Note: By this point in the party it is around three in the morning.
I’m changing into a new chapter for now, but later I might change how the chapters are again. Of course, it does not matter. I'm trying to give a nod to Pink Floyd. Domine is a feminine variation of the word "lord" in Latin.
Chapter Twelve: Astronomy Domine
Severus Snape and Fenrir Greyback entered the threshold of the cathedral-sized hall where Voldemort’s rallying speech had been held several hours ago. Snape left Greyback unattended at once and swept past all the others without a nod of hello or anything.
Nearly all of the Death Eaters were convening as planned inside the cathedral-hall, lining up at the entrance. Most of them turned to see Snape and Greyback arrive on the spot, as they all put their masks on. Their silver metaled masks, morphed from a vapory liquid into a solid form at the direction of their wands.
A ruckus issued from many of them when they saw Fenrir Greyback rear his ugly head.
“Ah, I see now what you did to him!” said the witch Alecto Carrow through the mouth-hole of her mask. “Good call!” And her stocky cloaked figure gave a wheezy giggle.
Greyback’s mucked yellow eyes in the vulture form were flashing and he was reaching for his wand, his unseen hand gripping it inside the pocket.
The Death Eaters were apparently lining up for something important. A long line was beginning to form and Snape was moving down the cathedral, inspecting all the Death Eaters present.
Greyback went to take a place in the line. But then someone from behind looked over their shoulder, and saw him through the slit-eyes of their mask.
It was Mulciber. He jumped all the way around, pirouetting like an ice skater doing a turn, his robes whirling as if a sudden gust of wind had blown, and his mask flashed in a glint of silver.
“NO,” said Mulciber, through his mask, but it rang clearly throughout the acoustically balanced room.
Greyback had his wand out now, but before he could do anything, a couple of more Death Eaters joined Mulciber. “Get out!,” said one of them.
One Death Eater slashed his wand. Instantly, Greyback’s ceremonial robes were ripped completely down the front, exposing his hairy chest.
“You definitely won’t be participating in this honorable vestige of the past!,” said Jugson.
And the other one, Macnair wrangled, “A werewolf and a head like that is never one of us!”
But Greyback murmured something about the Dark Lord and strode forward as if to take his place. But then the second he moved, he was thrown back with the force of a spell. Greyback landed on his ass.
More Death Eaters were watching, wands raised. Greyback picked himself up and saw the situation. He went tumbling down the sidelines as the Death Eaters got back into their places. It looked like Greyback was moonwalking, as his vulture head could swivel on it’s neck all the way around, making it look like he was walking backwards. He watched the Death Eaters lining up, resentfully. Meanwhile, at the front of him, was the back of his red feathered head was loping forward, with the hairy chest, going straight for the ballroom theater.
Nott said, shaking his head, “I don’t know…You shouldn’t have ripped his uniform. The Dark Lord has him permitted to wear it. Although he did not instruct HIM to join our traditions.”
Everybody lined up. Pettigrew had changed into his uniform hours ago, when many people had complained about his muddled brown tuxedo of before. And Bellatrix was holding her own towards the very front, rid of her ostentatious red cloak.
The crowd from beyond the hall clamored, an unseen force, with that unmistakable mood of a show about to start, pervading.
Note: the next scenes are very dramatic, think of the rally held at the beginning! Hope you look forward to it!