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“Oh Severus, Severus you can’t think really that you will survive this,
can you? NOBODY can betray Lord Voldemort!” he yelled while his eyes
brightened with red light in the dark room.
A black form of a man was lying in front of his legs. His breathing was
very slow and a drop of blood was rolling down the corner of his mouth.
His body was very exhausted by several rounds of Crucio and his sight
was loosing its focus. But he turned toward the Dark Lord. His voice
was heard hoarse when he said:
“As you think….Father”
A little almost grotesque smile played on his lips. Severus chuckled
suddenly in his thin voice, at the sight of Voldemort’s face. His skin
paled even more and he lost consciousness.
After some time the torches burn out on the walls as a magical wind
goes through the chamber and brings lost memories with it. It’s ended
as fast as it began and the torches illuminate the room again. Old
memories come back to Dark Lord’ mind about a woman and he can’t see
the dark body before him, too lost in his mind.
The proud towers of Hogwarts stand alone in the darkness and illuminate
the night sky. You can see an old man in the Headmaster’s office who is
watching the Forbidden Forest for a man who never comes back. The new
day brings happiness and light to the world except for Albus
Dumbledore. His soul is lost in a sea of sadness. Just the clock shows
as the time goes. He searched the Forest and the school’s grounds. He
hoped he would notice his dark child coming home to him. He just waited
and hoped while the morning passed and the day turned to night. He
comes out from his thoughts by a soft knock at the door while a crack
the door opened and someone comes in. He can hear the rustles of robes
and can feel a hand on his shoulder.
“Albus ” said a voice with an unmistakable Scottish accent.
“Albus you need to let him go ” McGonogall’s voice was weakened.
Dumbledore slowly looked away from the Forest and his voice showed all
“I can’t do it until there is some hope. I owe him that”
His sad eyes don’t twinkle as usual and reflect all his age.
Between a white sheet a black haired man lays unconscious. His face is
unnaturally pale and peaceful; if somebody didn't look close they could
miss the sign of the life, the slow rise and fall of his chest.
Tom Riddle alias Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord who was feared by
muggle-born and pureblood wizard alike. Now sat beside the man who once
serve him and now betrayed him, the man who was his son and now agonize
on the bed by him.
He now know Severus Snape was his son, he remembered a black haired and
eyed witch, Julia with whom he get brief affaire one times. He cannot
phantom why he didn't think the possibility that Severus was his son,
the man look alike him. He always like at it in him.
The man, his son now lay on the bed barely alive because of him, he was
the Lord of the life and death, and he felled he can't help him.
He looks down the still form. Now as he look closer he get many of his
own features/ characteristic. Severus was powerful wizard, with big
Grotesque smiles play on his lips, as a thought came to his mind. 'I murdered my own father and he wanted
me dead, what a fine family.' Low chuckles escape him. 'Family tradition'
His heart bleeds for the lost opportunities. What can he be able to do
with the boy with him. A trained dark wizard, a dark prince. The
most powerful weapon of the dark side, he smiled fondly to the idea.
Another idea comes to him. Dark curse, which was developed thousand
years before, a permanent de-age curse. Just a powerful dark wizard can
cast it and only on other people. The curse was dark, very dark but he
wasn't a Dark Lord for nothing. It wasn't useful for him then, but
Faint whimpers caught his ear, Severus’ fever grew higher. He frowned.
If he tries anything it is the best time for it.
He stood up and places his hand above the still form. He start chant in
an ancient language. Faint silver mists show around Severus' body. The
mist gets brighter as chant grow louder. Them the light donates.
Voldemort stopped the chant, and a light disparate.
Where once Severus Snape lied, the famed Death Eater and spy, now only
lay a small boy with black hair and pale skin.
He looks down the small form, and smiled, in his thought lost. He makes
his new plan that will end his victory and the old fool, Dumbledore
death. He will train the boy and send him back to destroy the old fool.
Dumbledore won't be able kill his little traitor, he wasn't be able in
the past, and he won't be able now. He smirked. His old enemy will be
dead. 'What else need a proud
father?' he chuckled. The small form shivered, but he didn't
He was sure in one thing he won't make the same mistake two times,
Severus Snape will serve him, as his servant, his prince and his son,
he will make it sure.
The boy balls up himself, and pulled his blanket nearer. From the move
his hair lays on his pillow as a halo. 'He looks like an Angel' Voldemort
smirked. 'A fallen Angel'
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