The Dark Gryffindor

Please review! I’m sorry for the delay but I wanted a short break from this story.

Sjauthor: Yes, this story really is so sad. Especially now that Valerie is all alone except for Severus. I hope you find what I've written below a nice and well-needed break from all the violence and gore in this story!


Chapter Forty: Midnight Fantasy


Valerie kept a light on all night as she lay in bed waiting for Snape to arrive. She figured he would have trouble figuring out which room in the tower had been hers before she’d moved into the Room of Requirement. But now Snape had ordered her to remain confined in Gryffindor Tower for the rest of term. She wondered what sort of dangers he worried she would get in. The Carrows had actually lain off her as of late. Instead they had only gotten nastier at Neville, as he’d long since predicted.

The strong light of the candles in her room flickered ominously as Valerie tossed and turned in bed, sweating in anticipation. She was dressed as nicely as she saw fit for what she was sure would be something romantic and she remembered how he had favoured to see her in white lingerie when they were staying at Spinner’s End.

It was not until she heard the bells from the astronomy tower strike midnight that she thought she heard something strange. There was a tapping sound. Valerie jumped to answer the door, but then she realized it wasn’t coming from there. The tapping sound continued. Valerie inwardly seethed at herself for lying in bed like a coward, instead of going to the window. She couldn’t help but place the warm comforter completely over her head.

A second later she shivered palpably. She felt a whoosh of icy cold air; even the covers could not insulate her from. Then she saw a stream of silvery moonlight come into the room, the window was open! Valerie breathed a sigh of shock and then turned to see Severus like Dracula himself hovering over her bedside! He looked more batlike than ever now that he was actually flying and his black robes whipping behind him like wings. But Valerie didn’t find it off putting; in fact it was incredibly sexy.

She gaped at him wordlessly. He stretched out a hand to her over the bed. She noticed Snape was only wearing his voluminous teaching robes and his shoes. He had neither pants, shirt, nor frock coat.

“Let us go someplace special…Come.”

Reluctantly Valerie rose from the bed and took his hand in hers. It felt warm and tender. Thankfully she was dressed for the cold in a skirted garter lingerie outfit. Long sleeves hugged her arms, and her legs were tightly wound in thigh-high thick muslin stockings made of silk with bows on them. Her entire outfit was white, with glitter in it.

Simultaneously she felt herself being lifted from the bed by an unseen force, a weight pressing in on her. It was Snape’s levitation charm, which would also make it easy to carry her. His arms like an iron cage enfolded around Valerie’s chest and back.

And then they were fleeting out of the opened window as fast as they had come. They were soaring away from Gryffindor tower into the midnight sky. Valerie felt a surge of fear. She clutched at Snape’s buttoned robes at his chest, feeling like a scared little girl as he carried her.

But then she looked into Snape’s deep black eyes. They were so calm. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing. “Don’t be scared, Valerie,” he whispered.

The castle looked lifeless as they sped away from it. Hardly a light was shining from the windows, as of course nearly all the students were away for break.

Valerie barely managed to look over her shoulder when she saw a group of dementors about to overtake them in the lead.

Snape was quick. He had already has his wand ready.

“Expecto Patronum!” he shouted valiantly.

Over Snape’s shoulder with a view from behind Valerie watched an enormous figure with wings erupt from Snape’s wand. She was speechless in wonder. Whatever had happened to Snape’s doe patronus?

The light emanating from the patronus wings engulfed the hundreds of dementors swarming in the distance. The patronus turned its head and Valerie saw it had a sharp, protruding beak, which it snapped menacingly at the dementors. It opened its beak, seeming to caw a warning at them.

The dementors unfortunately followed Snape and Valerie into the night, symbolically like death itself; an army of grim reapers was pursing them. Yet they were soon far off from them, and Snape’s patronus remained as an ever-present force to overpower them.

Valerie stared a Snape with a questioning look. He answered for her, “That was the new surprise I told you I had for you tonight. It’ changed!”

“A raven, Severus? No longer Lily’s doe?”

“I told you the argument we had inadvertently sparked a new depth in me. A raven has become my patronus, just like yours.” Snape's patronus had become a raven because he had changed. The thought of his death now made him happy just like Valerie, who thought her own death would be a happy event.

Valerie laughed feeling more contentment than she had felt in awhile. She took out her own wand and produced her patronus. She sent it off into the night to guard against the dark void beyond.

Now that the dementors were staved off, Snape stopped flying. They hovered, hundreds of feet in the air. He caressed her hair and then kissed her gently, holding her chin in one hand. It felt like time had stopped in that moment, Valerie felt like she in a cocoon of light. The patronuses warmth keeping them from the cold, and Severus like the nucleus of it all.

“You’re going to learn to fly tonight,” he told her.

She nodded, mixed with excitement and trepidation.

Snape looked serious. “Can you trust me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

Snape taught her the charm, but she soon learned there was much more to flying than the actual charm. It took a great deal of concentration on her part to get her moves to be fluid and right. It was like performing complex acrobatics. Valerie only began to fall to the ground a few times and Snape was always there to catch her.

After awhile she was finally able to fly well. It was amazing how you could do this and not even feel like you were falling. She felt blanketed by her weight. Now she could literally jump in the air. Snape found that Valerie had proved herself to be as powerful as Lily when it came to flying, as he expected Lily could have done this as well.

The moon was framed in the midnight sky. Severus like a bat in his parted robes, whipping behind him like wings and Valerie like an angel in her white outfit. He enfolded Valerie in his robes and embraced her, holding her body against his chest. Possesively he grabbed her butt cheeks under the skirt.

He kissed her again and it felt like electricity to Valerie, in that his kisses were smooth and deliberate. He held her shoulders lightly and kissed her neck and up to her ears, nibbling on them gently. Valerie sighed deeply, as if signaling him to go further.

He pressed himself against her, and Valerie wrapped her legs around his waist. Snape was now breathing heavily too; he was about to climax.

“Val-er-rie,” he said in a deep, milky smooth voice. And he looked into her blue eyes and finally said it; “I love you.” No other words were necessary, but he remembered privately to himself that this was the first time he had ever said this a woman besides his mother.

Valerie stared at Snape and then leaned in closer to him, whispering, “Nothing can hold you back, Severus…You love me and I love you.”

Valerie was suddenly taken by surprise and she laughed. She was literally floating upside down, hundreds of feet in the air. And Snape was on top of her, and then he maneuvered them together to hover upright again. He pushed in and out as they swiveled in the sky, and he stroked her silken thighs.

It was all so serene and terrific, as they seemed to continue a dance in the midnight sky, an erotic dance. She felt like an ice-skater for the sky and yet in nothing but stockinged feet, it was very exotic. The beauty of it was almost surreal. Valerie arched her back pleasurably, and was flying in a circular arc as Severus thrust gently inside her at the same time.

She looked around and noticed the magnificent luminosity of the sky; the clouds were visible as translucent shifting shapes. The dementors had finally given up and disappeared, and they were far from Hogwarts now. And the moon was a crescent, but seemed large to her so high in the sky.

Everything seemed magnified. And Valerie and Severus were part of it, stretching like a river on canvas as they continued to make love in the sky.

Snape held her in the atmosphere, his hands at the small of her back and said, “This is one night I will never forget.”Valerie felt a feeling of tranquility radiating from him and she was happy that she was able to give him this at least, especially considering all the stress he had to endure.

And no more words were necessary just being in the moment. She held his hand and felt a sense of oneness encompass them. They were like entangled angels, dark angels. For once they felt like equals yet still distinct equals.

When twilight deep blue set in the sky just before daybreak, Severus and Valerie made their way back to the castle, flying together. They had no choice but to pass through a build-up of clouds by the dementors. But Snape already had his wand out of course and was able to dry himself and Valerie before they got a chill.

The dementors were still swarming the school. Always, always waiting for a victim to fall prey to them, so they could have a piece of despair and loss to feast on. They never let up.

Both Severus and Valerie cast their patronuses at the same time. Two silvery ravens glided forward, each similar but distinct from the other. It was evidence of their now truly kindred spirits. They felt warm and that their spirits, their souls shown in their patronuses were not tattered and together.

Severus and Valerie landed in the courtyard, which was near the stairs that led to the headmaster’s chambers.


NOTE: It is one of my deepest, most mystical fantasies to get to fly through the night sky! And imagine making love in it! Heaven. Please review!

By the way, I also found that the raven for their patronuses also fits perfect thematically for this story as, “Raven is a juxtaposition of opposites: A provider and a thief. A hero and a fool. He brought light out of darkness, but he is himself cloaked in midnight black. He is a symbol of dark brooding sadness, and of death, yet he brings life, and unrivalled joy. He is credited with creating the earth and all its mysteries, but even the smallest secret attracts his attention. He is a silent spy, and an unstoppable chatterbox. He is many things.... And sometimes he is nothing. That is Raven.” That really sounds like Snape and Valerie to me.