Authors Note: alrite here is my third chapter, which was quite easy to write, even though I don’t know what I wrote and it probably clashes with the rest of the story but o well. Please R/R and don’t be afraid it flame my story – at least you’re honest. DISCLAIMER: NOTHING IS MINE!!! Chapter Three – When Light Meets Dark Severus Snape entered the room. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. Soon he could see the out line of a human-like shape. “You asked for me, my Lord?” he said in the direction of shadow. “Indeed Severus, I did. I have been informed that the latest potion disaster was not entirely accidental. In fact, one of your fellow Death Eaters reported seeing you purposeful add extra ingredients to the potion; ingredients that would make the draught useless. Please tell me this isn’t so, Severus.” Snape felt himself pale, but he was grateful that in the darkness, Lord Voldermort couldn’t see him. “My Lord, I assure the mix up of ingredients was purely incidental. I was simply trying to do too many potions at one time and forgot which cauldron held which potion.” “I’m doubtful in believing you Severus, it is not like you to make such a trivial mistake,” Voldermort said. Snape heard him move closer to where he stood. “You are one of my most faithful and loyal subjects and the fact that you loathe James Potter and Sirius Black, well, it speaks very highly of your judgement. Never let it be said again Severus, that you might be deliberately halting my progression to power.” Severus bowed his head. “Yes my Lord. I will work harder for you, my Lord. I will show myself to be worthy to follow you, my Lord.” Voldermort smiled his human-less smile. “Yes indeed you will. Indeed you will.” ***** Severus Snape entered the office belonging to Albus Dumbledore. He blinked again, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the extremely bright lights of the room, which seemed to be exaggerated after entering the dark room of Lord Voldermort. Albus Dumbledore was easy to distinguish, sitting behind his desk on the raised platform at one end of the circular office. He looked up as Severus entered, but his face showed he did not approve of Snape’s presence. “What do you want, Mister Snape? I have already told you, the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is not available to you. You are too inexperienced and I do not want you teaching in my school.” Snape glared at the Headmaster, who he had always despised. “I do not want your teaching job, Professor. I can assure, if I wanted to teach, I would most certainly apply at Durmstrang, where the Dark Arts is treated with respect.” Dumbledore shook his head. “It is a shame you could not have been a different man. You could have been a great person. Instead you waste your life by squandering the dreams of others and messing around with endless and useless potions.” “I have come here to deliver a message, not to listen to your incessant raqmblings.” Snape was now scowling more than ever. “Then I suggest you deliver your message and leave. I do not have the time nor the patience to put up with you. Speak!” “It is coming.” Snape said this clearly and before Dumbledore could react he pulled out a silver arrow, which must have been a portkey because he was gone. Dumbledore sat in his office chair and pondered the meaning of this message for some time. He knew what it was and it wasn’t good. ***** Sirius was in a cave. It was a dark cave, damp and pungent. It was the kind of cave not even a homeless person would chose to live in, yet Sirius was there. He didn’t know why and he didn’t know how. All he knew was he was there. On the walls of the cave all around him were pictures. And Sirius recognised the people in the pictures - still, Muggle-like pictures. There was James, Lily and Harry in one picture; Dumbledore was there; and Peter Pettigrew in another. And then there was the moving picture, the only wizarding photo. In the photo was Remus Lupin. He was blindfolded and being carried along on a stretcher. He was howling and clawing out like a human about to change into a werewolf. And then Sirius realised as he glanced out the cave door to the full moon, he was a human about to change into a werewolf. Every time Remus howled, one of the cloaked figures carrying the stretcher would reach out and thump him in the head. Remus would then lie still and from what Sirius could tell it looked like he was repeatedly being knocked unconscious, only to wake a few minutes later, in more agony than before. Then the picture was gone and Sirius was being pulled out of the cave. The world went black around him and when he opened his eyes he found himself in bed. Sirius sat up quite suddenly and experienced the pain felt when one thumped their head on the base of the bunk above them. Quickly he cleared his head and ignored the dull ache that promised to become a severe migraine later. He swung his legs over the bed and quickly exited the room he shares with two other members of the guard he was working with at the moment. The Redhearth Guard was currently made up of about 13 Aurors and 3 ex-Ministry members. There was also Amos Diggory, who was currently spending his time in the hospital tent, recovering from snake attack – believed to be the work of Lord Voldermort of course. ‘God damn serpent tongue’ Sirius hissed in his mind as he wove his way through the tents that dotted the small field. The Guard tried to keep everything looking Muggle on the outside, even if the insides of the tents were anything but non-magical. Finally he reached the edge of the field, where an extremely solid tent stood in place. A makeshift wooden sign hang from a pole outside, reading: The Redhearth Pub All Guard members welcome BYO: · Chairs · Booze · Food · Women Sirius ignored the sign and entered the pub. It was almost completely empty except for one entirely drunk guard member in the corner who was surrounded by at least three women. Sirius headed straight for the fire in the very corner of the room. Taking some powder from the pot on the hearth, he threw it into the fire and commanded “James and Lily Potter” The fire erupted into purple flames and Lily’s head appeared in the flames. “Sirius,” she greeted warmly, but he couldn’t help notice the dark rings under her eyes. “Lily, I’m sorry to bother you at this hour. I can come back later???” But Lily shook her head, “No Sirius, its fine. I was up tending to Harry anyway. I suppose you want to talk to James?” she said smiling. Sirius smiled ruefully and Lily laughed, “I thought so. I’ll have to go wake him, he always seems to manage to sleep through when Harry wakes up in the middle of the night.” Lily left the flames for a moment and James appeared. Unlike Lily, he looked fresh and alert. “Padfoot, this is quite early for you. What’s up?” “James I just had the most interesting of dreams. It was about Moony and I think it might have been more than a dream. He been taken James, if my dreams are real. He’s been taken by Death Eaters.” To Sirius’ surprise James did not look worried. “I’m sure it was only a dream Sirius. What would the Death Eaters want with Moony? Go back to sleep Padfoot, you obviously need your rest.” “But James, that’s just it. Why wouldn’t they want Moony? After all he is a werewolf and deadly to humans. He’s tight with Dumbledore and defiantly would know his plans. He’d be the perfect person to capture, all they would have to do is wait for him to transform and he wouldn’t know what was going on.” James looked slightly sick now. “They wouldn’t want him, Sirius. No they cant have taken him. It just isn’t possible.” “Prongs, just because you don’t want to believe doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. The dream was real Prongs, I know it. I can feel it.” “Have you told this to Dumbledore or to Peter. You need to tell them straight away. I’d do it but….” James trailed off with an embarrassed expression. “But you know you won’t be able to because you don’t believe it yourself?” Sirius finished for him, full of sympathy for his best friend. He knew James found it hard to accept any sort of personal loss, having been sheltered from it most of his life. Sirius, on the other hand, had experience it all his life and could deal with it more effectively. “Thanks Padfoot. Really,” James said. Suddenly Sirius remembered Lily. “Hey Prongs, how’s Lily?” James looked surprised at the random question. “Fine, why?” “Just when she answered the fire just now, she looked at the point of death. Oh never mind, probably just me. Anyway I must go, the rest of the Guard will be waking up soon. Bye Prongs” “Keep in touch Padfoot. Bye.” ***** James got up from the fire in the living room, still puzzled by Sirius’ questions about Lily. She was fine wasn’t she? Would James, her husband, know if his Lily was ill? He climbed the stairs and entered Harry’s nursery. He quietly crept across the room and found his wife asleep in the rocker, Harry in her arms. Gently he picked up his sleeping son and placed him the basinet. James drew the blankets over him and kissed Harry’s forehead before turning back Lily. He reached down and carefully placed his arms around her and lifted her from the chair. She was lighter than he remembered, but then, when was the last time he carried her? It had been awhile. She opened her eyes long enough to place her arms around James neck as he carried her from the nursery to their own bedroom. As softly as he could, he laid her on the bed, pulling the covers over her. He sat on the edge of their bed, watching his beautiful but obviously exhausted wife sleep. She looked so peaceful, her red hair splaying out on the pillow, her pale skin brightening the dark green sheets covering her. After only a few minutes, as if she could feel James’ gaze, Lily reached out with one hand. She pulled James so he was lying next to her and snuggled up to him, burying her head in his chest. He put his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He listened as their hearts beat in time and Lily’s breathing deepened as she fell into a deep sleep. James however, did not want to sleep. He lay with his arms around her for hours, not wanting to move and wake her, not wanting to move at all. He loved being able to be close to Lily, he loved her more than anything. He loved the smell of her hair, the colour of her eyes, her laugh. He loved that he could just watch her sleep and not have to worry about him catching her. Suddenly, as if she could read his thoughts, Lily stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She titled her head to look up at James before somehow managing to move even closer to him. “Lily,” he whispered, not sure if she had gone back to sleep. “Yes James?” she murmured, her voice muffled by James’ chest. “Are you alright? You haven’t been sleeping much lately.” Lily sighed. “No I haven’t. I haven’t been able to sleep like I just have for a long time.” James looked down at her, immediately concerned. “But why haven’t you said anything?” “It’s just nightmares James, that’s all. Just silly nightmare involving you being killed and Harry being killed and oh James I don’t think I could live if you were dead.” Lily finished in choked voice, as if she was struggling to hold back tears to no avail. “Lily, I’m not going anywhere and neither is Harry. I’m sorry but your going to be stuck with me, I don’t plan on dying until after you. That way you’ll never know what its like to live without me.” James pulled himself up so he could look down at Lily. He reached down and brushed the stray hair away from her face. “You don’t know that James. What if something happens while you’re with the Order? What if –” Lily’s tears overcame her then and she took a deep breath before continuing. “When you carried me in here last night, I just felt safe. Like nothing in the world could harm me when you put your arms around me. For the first time in about three months I didn’t have a nightmare.” James tightened at her words. He knew she was scared; he was scared too, in a way. James didn’t want to have to live without having Lily there, it would always feel like there would be something missing. “I’ll always be here Lil, I promise.” ***** Authors Note: Another chapter done, YAAH. Wow that turned out to be the longest chapter so far, I’m impressed with myself. *Ahem* I noticed that not many people actually read my story but o well. I like it anyway. If you have got this far, thanks and please review even one word will do.
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