Title: Veil of the Moon pt.2/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: *whaps down the accusers* NO they ain’t mine so
no sue! I’m just borrowin!
Warnings: AU, het, slash, violence, hinted NCS, and chara
death
Pairings: the usual pairings, Snape/OC with hinted
Voldemort/OC
Rating: PG-13
Note: We start to get rather dark. If you don’t like rape
or other such things, then why are you reading this?! Anyhoo, this starts at the
near end of OotP, so you can tell that I skipped LOADS. Enjoy and Please review!
‘thoughts’
scenes outside of real world
“/Remus/Evie speech/”
A soft roar of rage echoed throughout the mansion that Evie
was being held prisoner at. She tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow in interest
as she heard the rage. She shifted on the cot that she was laying on and looked
out the barred window, wondering what had upset Voldemort so much. Perhaps the
plot that he had been focusing on since Christmas had fallen through…
She smirked at that thought, hoping that whoever had
stopped him had stopped him cold. She shivered then and looked over. She smiled
softly as she saw Lily floating before her, her face urgent. “Lily? Why are you
here?” she asked softly as her friend floated closer.
“You are needed, Evie. Quickly before another is lost into
the Veil!” Lily cried urgently as she brushed a cold vaporous hand over Evie’s
hand.
Evie’s forehead furrowed in concern, but she lay back
obediently. She held her hands up above her as her eyes slid closed and felt the
same cold wash over her as she was pulled back into the veil through her magic.
*~~**~~*
Evie opened her eyes and felt a touch on her cheek. She
looked up and smiled as she saw Lily smile in relief at her, then float away.
She followed her best friend until they came to two more forms that shaped in
the mist surrounding them. She saw James hovering protectively over a curled up
form and felt worry and fear come through her. Who had come into the Veil?
Her eyes widened as she realized at the same moment that
the person was not only still alive and whole in body and spirit, but that the
person was none other than Sirius Black! She floated over swiftly and brushed
her hand over Sirius’ drawn face, her heart breaking at the torment on his face.
“You have to get him to the living world before the
Guardians come,” James said urgently as he and Lily floated protectively around
them, keeping away stray ghosts and other afterlife creatures.
“I can’t take him to where I am now…but.” Evie stopped
as her hands waved symbols over Sirius. “I can open another portal with your
help to a safehouse. Then, we’ll have to try and tell someone where he is so
that they can help him,” she decided softly as she looked up at her friends.
“Severus…” Sirius’ voice startled them and they looked
down to see the grief on their friend’s face. Sirius curled up even more,
whimpering with fear and on the brink insanity.
“He’s been through a lot, Evie. Hurry and help him get
out of here,” Lily pleaded softly as they touched hands.
Evie nodded then began chanting softly as she closed her
eyes. “/Portal of life, hear me and open. Lead this man back to the world of
creation and guide him to safety. Take him to a place of healing and guide
another to his aide./”
A small doorway opened near them, light pushing away the
swirling gray mist as it swirled open. Evie stood up and guided Sirius to stand.
“Listen to me, Sirius. Go through this doorway and rest. Heal. You won’t be
alone for long. Trust me,” she whispered soothingly, then smiled as Sirius
leaned into her, smiling lovingly. She led him to the door, then floated him
through it, watching as he was laid out gently on the ground. She smiled as she
recognized the surroundings before the portal closed.
*~~**~~*
Opening her eyes as she gasped for air, Evie looked around
wildly. She soon realized that she was back in her body and fell back against
the bed, exhausted. After she had been brought back to life, she had found that
her powers, while not quite controlled, were coming out more often and easily.
But it always drained her when she had to use them.
She didn’t get to rest for very long as the door slammed
open and Voldemort, eyes blazing with rage, came in and began torturing her. As
her screams of pain fell from her lips, Evie felt herself smirk in triumph and
happiness. At least she had succeeded in saving someone she loved.
*~~**~~*
Snape stared into his fireplace, slowly nursing his drink
as he gazed darkly into the flames. He replayed what had happened over the past
few weeks in his mind, finding his sorrows bubbling up from under his icy wall
that he had erected nearly sixteen years prior.
He remembered Harry’s glare at him, the anguish and hatred
coming from his green eyes that mirrored Lily’s so much and had felt his own
anger well up as well. He had wanted to lash out at the boy; slam him with the
fact that he wasn’t the only one grieving for lost loved ones here. But he
hadn’t. He’d remained quiet and had instead let his sarcasm and cruelty come
out, lashing into the boy and his Gryffindor pride instead. If Minerva hadn’t
have shown up, he wasn’t sure what would have happened.
Not that he blamed Harry. No…in fact he understood all too
well what the boy was going through. Snape himself found that he felt to be only
half a person now, filled with an unending grief he thought had dried out all
those years back, leaving the bitter and cold man today. But he’d been wrong.
When he’d heard that Sirius had died, it had felt like
something within him had cracked and shattered to pieces. He remembered all of
the recent fights and the last cold words that they had said to the other, both
recent and in the past. He wasn’t sure why it was affecting him so much now for
Sirius had spent twelve years in Azkaban. But perhaps…it was because this was
more permanent.
Taking a large gulp of his fire whiskey, Severus continued
to stare into the fires, finally realizing the tears that were steadily rolling
down his face. He’d hidden his pain the final weeks of school, though his tongue
had seemed sharper than ever. But, he’d hidden his loss, his grief, as best he
could. Only Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall knew just how broken he
really was. He understood then and there just what Remus had gone through when
Evie had been killed. He was half a man. He’d never have admitted how much he
had been hurt to anyone, but he had deeply loved Sirius. He’d never stopped. But
now, it was too late. And only harsh words and hatred formed by hurt were the
only memories either of them would have. He just prayed that Sirius now knew how
much Severus had loved him.
He looked down at his arm as the Dark Mark twinged to life.
He stood up and threw his tumbler into the fire, ignoring the sounds of
shattering glass and flaming alcohol as he grabbed his cloaks. Grimly, he walked
out to answer the Dark Lord’s call, shutting his heart down once again so he
could live.
*~~**~~*
“My Lord? You called me?” Snape’s voice was properly
curious as he bowed before the Dark Lord.
“Yes, Severus. I have need of your specialties.”
Voldemort’s voice was rich with amusement as he watched Snape straighten and eye
the Dark Lord suspiciously. “I need for you to make the potion that you had made
fifteen years ago that had allowed fertility within werewolves.” Voldemort
smirked evilly as a mass of emotions crossed Snape’s face before he put a clamp
on his emotions.
“Why would my Lord wish for that specific potion?” Snape
asked carefully as he watched Voldemort.
“I am sure you remember what I needed it for last time,
Severus. Bring me five days’ worth, understand?” Voldemort’s bored tone was
threaded with threat as he glared at Snape.
“Yes, my Lord. Forgive me…I shall have it to you tomorrow,”
Snape replied as he bowed his head apologetically. He bowed again as Voldemort
dismissed him, then walked out, filled with both confusion and worry. He needed
to speak to Albus and the Order on this latest development.
*~~**~~*
The next day, Snape returned with five phials of the
potion. The Order had debated for hours on whether or not to tamper with the
potion and foil Voldemort’s plans for an heir. Lupin had been, surprisingly, the
loudest supporter of tampering with the potion, fiercely opposing leaving it
alone. Severus had pointed out snidely that Voldemort knew what to expect from
the potion and so the debate had been made moot.
Much to Snape’s displeasure. He had fully agreed with Lupin
in the tampering, but he also knew what Voldemort knew. They couldn’t risk the
knowledge slipping out. So, Snape had made the potion while Dumbledore had
retrieved Harry from his Muggle prison. Harry would most likely know what was
going on, but Snape hoped he would have some control.
Sighing as he strode into the ‘throne room’, Snape noticed
that most of the Death eaters were there. All except the ones captured that is.
Hiding a smirk, he strode to the front and bowed deeply to Voldemort.
“So you have returned,” Voldemort stated, his red eyes
glinting with amusement and malice.
“Of course, my Lord. I am always here to serve,” Snape
replied smoothly as he straightened and pulled out the phials. “As requested,
five days’ worth,” he added before giving them to Voldemort.
“Excellent, Severus. I knew I could count on you,” the Dark
Lord sneered as he examined the phials. He looked over at one of the masked
Death eaters. “Rodolphus…fetch our bitch so that we may begin.” The figure bowed
and scurried off.
Stepping back, Snape turned to go to his spot among the
minions when Voldemort’s cold voice stopped him. “How long before she is
fertile?”
Feeling his insides twist at the mere thought, but never
showing it, Snape turned back to the Dark Lord. “I’m not sure on specifics, but
I believe by the third day her reproductive system will be altered enough and
become fertile,” he responded as he stood in a semi-relaxed form before the Dark
Lord.
“I see. And you do not think that the first two days she
will be?” Voldemort asked as he straightened in his throne.
“No, my Lord. The magic needs to work past the natural
werewolf genetic make-up. It is a very fierce magic that changes their make-up
once bitten, so it will take at least three successive applications of the
potion,” Snape replied in a monotone, leeching out his emotion as he remembered
how he had found this out.
Voldemort gave him a strange smile before settling back in
his throne, making Snape feel uneasy. “I see then. Well then, my dear Potions
Master…would you like to have a reward? I think that you deserve to have
some…time…with our little bitch. You see, we have been having our own way with
her for awhile now, but she hasn't…responded…as well,” the Dark Lord leered,
making Snape’s uneasiness jump tenfold as he gazed at Voldemort. They all looked
over as Rodolphus returned, dragging a thin, barely covered young woman behind
him and threw her at Voldemort’s feet, causing her to cry out as she landed hard
on her side. She snarled and glared up at Voldemort, then glared around as the
rest of the Death eaters laughed in amusement. Her eyes stopped and widened in
horror, matching Severus’ eyes as they locked gazes.
‘Oh dear Merlin above…Evie?!’ Snape was lost and so
confused as he saw his dearest friend, alive. “H-how?” he whispered out
hoarsely, swallowing hard as she looked away, shaking with her own sorrow.
“Ah yes…you knew her, didn’t you, Snape? Evie Lupin, once
thought dead, but somehow brought back to life the same day I was returned,”
Voldemort replied blandly, clearly amused at the display before him. “As a
reward and since you have…missed out…I think that you should be the first to be
with our little bitch before she becomes…mine,” he said, sneering as Evie
growled in rage.
“I will never be yours!!” she shouted, then screamed as he
hit her with a Cruciatus curse, making her writhe in agony.
“Oh…but you will, little miss bitch. Now that Severus has
brought us that special Wolfsbane potion that turned you fertile fifteen years
ago,” Voldemort purred out as she fell to the ground, panting in pain. Her eyes
widened with fear as she looked up at Severus. Snape looked down at her, but his
eyes were filled with apology. If only he’d known!!
“Now! Bellatrix! Rudolphus! Prepare the room for the little
show! Wormtail…give our little bitch her drink,” Voldemort ordered with evil
glee as he gave the sniveling little man one of the phials and he went over to
Evie.
Evie tried to scramble away, then cried out in pain as she
was hit by a stunning charm and fell to the ground. She panted in fear, trying
to get away and Snape looked away, filled with hatred and despair, yet unable to
show it, lest he was given away. He heard her try to fight Wormtail, sobbing,
but then the sobs grew gargled as she was forced to swallow the potion. He knew
in a few minutes that it would take affect and that she wouldn't be able to
resist. He vowed then and there to be as loving and gentle as possible if he
could…and give her something to hold onto.
As they were led to the prepared room, Snape silently
prayed that he could not only get Evie out of this, but also live through the
wrath he would receive from Remus for having raped his wife.
TBC
