Scabior\'s Obsession

The bridge he was standing on collasped and he plummeted to the ground below him - he knew he had to think fast, but what could he did? Suddenly at the last moment he grabbed hold of a falling piece of debris and pulled it underneath him, pulling himself to stand on it, he then jumped off the debris and landed safely on the floor. Above him the sound of the battle was raging and his would-be killer was no where to be seen, believing that he had killed him. Scabior could hardly believe it, he had infact, been defeated by non-other then Neville Longbottom. But no matter, Scabior would get his vengence.

Scabior carefully and slowly made his way back to the front of the castle, making sure not to be seen by anyone - because as far as anyone was concerned, he was dead. How had he, the second-in-command to the Snatchers, managed to get himself "killed" by that Gryfinndor idiot? As he was about to storm through the front of the door, he looked behind him to see that none other then the Dark Lord was approaching the front of the castle. Ah, he thought to himself, best to let the Dark Lord handle this. And with that Scabior held back at the front of the castle, waiting for news of the Dark Lord's victory. Inside he heard screams and incantations as the fighting inside ensued. Suddenly something caught his attention, a conversation..

"There are no more Horcruxes! It's just you and me now Voldemort. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good!"

"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

The voices were none other then Harry Potter and the Dark Lord himself. Scabior knew at that moment that he couldn't stay there, if Harry was to die here and the Dark Lord leave the castle, he would be found and killed by the Dark Lord for being a coward - with that, he ran, as far as he could, then when he was safely out of the grounds of Hogwarts, Scabior apparated.

He appeared in the middle of a forest he knew quite well, The Forest of Dean. He slumped up against the ruins of the now abandoned Death Eater outpost, all the other Death Eaters fighting at Hogwarts. He decided to spend the night there, and find out the result of what happened the day after - his dream that night was of a world, completely ruled by his Dark Lord. A smile crept across Scabior's face as he slept.