Prophecies 5: Awoken
Bedroom of
She felt it at once…the pain…So fresh as if she were reliving it at this moment…
“He’s back…Oh Merlin…Harry…” Petunia whispered as she sat up in bed. Her husband of 15 years rolled over grunting softly. As quiet as a mouse she got up and tip toed quietly out of the room. She walked across the hall and into the bathroom, flipping the switch and collapsing on the toilet as sick spewed from her mouth. Several minutes later, she finally lifted her head sat up slowly and took a seat on the edge of the sparkling white tub. Racking her hands threw her hair, which at once she realized was not only longer then she remember but waist length, curly and inky black with red highlights. She got up slowly and looked at herself in the mirror. The appearance was one she remembered well. The shape of the face more or less the same, the nose thin and long, the lips thin and red, the chin stubborn and cheeks hallow and high boned. However, the eyes were almond shaped and dark violet, rather startling, with long lashes and high arched brows, the lines were gone as well. As for the hair, it was much better, longer and black then shorter and blond as it had been for the past 15 years. Then she remembered, she remembered why she had done it in the first place as if by instinct, she moved almost gliding down the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement, stopping before an old trunk…Her trunk. She sat down and placed a hand on the latch with sprung open at once. She lifted the lid carefully, looked inside, and grabbed the object she needed more then anything. The wood was smooth to touch…at 10 ¼ inches of Cherry wood with a dual Dragonheart string and Unicorn tail core, her wand looked and felt no different then when she had put it in her trunk over 15 years ago. Reminding her self to forget the nostalgia she stood up and with a quick swish and flick was no longer dressed in her beige night gown but in a long Violet dress of crushed velvet, with a scoop neck and lace sleeves and black Velvet cloak over that. She closed her eyes and saw a picture in her mind then with a crack disappeared.
Seconds later she was there…She could hear the voices…the yells carried down from stadium on the other side of the castle that stood before her. She took out her wand and tapped her face as she felt the shaped become more heart shaped, the cheek-bones fuller, the lips more rounded. She put her hand on the gate which creaked open she stepped on to the grounds and began to run at once, hair flying, arms held at her side, long legs wiping as she followed the sound of the peoples yells of terror. Then stopped as she saw them out of the corner of her eye, Albus along with a Severus and Minerva were running briskly up to the castle…instead of heading to the stadium she followed them. She caught up with them on the third floor, outside of the D.A.D.A professors office, banging into Severus as all three turned in shock at the unexpected forth. Albus smiled, kissed her swiftly on the cheek then tapped his wand hard on her head, she felt like an egg had been cracked over her head and oozing over her body as she realized he had disillusioned her. They pointed their wands at the door and shouted “STUPFY”. The door burst off it’s hinges and although she went to move a hand stopped her and pushed her back and to the right of the hall. She watched as Harry sat in a chair, while another man lay on the floor unconscious. She watched as Albus kicked him on his back only to see the scarred and pitted face of Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody…but knew at once it wasn’t Alastor, then Albus spoke quickly…telling Severus to fetch the strongest truth potion…telling Minerva to go to the Hagrid’s pumpkin patch and fetch a dog. Realizing dawning on her that it was Sirius Harry’s godfather whom Albus was asking Minerva to fetch, torn by wanting to stay and make sure Harry was ok and finding out what else had happened, before she could decide she felt a hand on her arm and looked at Severus as he lead her away.
“Don’t speak just follow…” He said out of the corner of his mouth. He let go of her arm and she followed swiftly as his black cloak bellowed as he walked briskly down the halls. It was at once students began to pour in, they parted as he passed and Misia wondered what he was doing here. Moments later, she was in a small office lined with walls of shelves filled with glasses holding various parts of animals and plants.
“Go ahead and take the charm off…” Severus said briskly as he closed the door and sealed it with several locking charms. She pulled out her wand and tapped herself briskly on the head, feeling, a warm sensation running over her as if she stepped in a sauna. She stood there in the middle of the room. Staring at the man opening his cupboard door, he had changed little since the last time she laid eyes on him. At 35 years of age Severus Thomas Snape aged well. At 6 ft 2 in his hair was still long, greasy and Black, nose still protruding and beak like, lips thin and red, cheek hallow and high boned and complexion shallow and pallid as if it had never seen the light of day. Still lean but not bony like the young man she once knew. His hands were large and fingers long, but of all his features it was his eyes that affected her the most, oval shaped and black as sin, that she felt could look right into your soul as if to see the real you. He moved swiftly opening the cupboard, pulled out a wooden box and took off the lid, taking out a thin glass vile filled with clear, translucent liquid…Veritaserum…the strongest of Truth potions. He slipped the vile in his pocket and turned head bowed as he spoke in a low cool voice.
“You should return home…Mrs. Dursley, your presence is unnecessary here. The staff is more then capable of taking care of Potter’s needs…” He said gruffly, still looking down at his desk shuffling papers…a clear sign at his discomfort as that is something he use to do when nervous around her…She still wondered why.
“First Sev, you need to look at me as you speak. Second, though not complaining or belittling the staff, but if you had done your job I wouldn’t be here, I’m not mad though, because I knew this was inevitable. Thirdly, I need to hear from Harry’s own mouth what happened to him…So lets hurry up and get Pa-pa the Veritaserum and hear what Barty Crouch Jr. have to say for himself..” Misia said with a grin as Severus look at her with shock before he swept over to her and pulled her into his arms, before kissing her violently with an unquenched passion that she felt made her bones quake. As quickly as it happened, it ended just as abruptly. She felt lightheaded and had she not remember why she was here, she would have gladly ripped his clothes off and rode him like the stallion she knew he was.
“Sorry…I shouldn’t have…” He said grudgingly head bowed.
“I miss and love you too…” She said as she cut him off. She placed her head on his cheek, lifting his face and kissing him softly on the lips.
“I love you too…” he whispered softly against her lips, before pulling away and turning from her putting an end to that particular fantasy.
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The stories was chilling to say the least…the urge to rip his heart out with her bare hands was tempting, but she neither cared nor pitied the man that had almost killed Harry. The house-elf took the news badly, the poor dear. However she did save him from a fate worse then death by using her powers to take his spirit before the Dementor’s that would be there soon. Doing it without being seen no the less, carrying her treasure up to Pa-Pa’s office. Listening to another story that made her want to run forward and cuddle the 14 year old boy who spoke so hauntingly about what had happened to him early on the warm June evening. When he was finished, he looked so fragile. Her heart broke as he was guided to the hospital wing and literally put to sleep. Even though she wanted to move she waited and watched…The she could hear them…Running down the hall. Minerva and Cornelius followed by Severus. She wondered briefly how an idiot like that had ever become Minister of Magic. She noticed Harry wake up and Pa-pa coming in. Seeing him once again made her heart soar…This was the reason she trusted him. The way he looked the way he spoke. She could see why Riddle feared him. His power flowed powerfully from him as he spoke the words ringing in her ears. She looked at the others in the room, Molly looking in between the two men mouth open. Severus showing nothing; Minerva looking on in cold fury; Ron and Bill with looks of stunned silence; Harry looking at Fudge like he deranged, but it was her look that made Misia want to jump forward and reveal herself. She knew at once who she was, had been dreaming of her for years now as she stood against the wall, Hermione Clara-Angel Granger looked on with pity, fear and hope as she listened to the to the words that spilled from the men that stood before her. Then she looked up and looked at Misia as if the Disillusion charm wasn’t there. They locked eyes then Hermione nodded slightly and smiled pass briefly on her full peach lips. Then Fudge was leaving…and Albus was speaking to them all, First Bill left, followed by Minerva, then Madam Pomfrey. Then Sirius transformed and left as did Severus. Finally, Albus left as well. Leaving Harry who cried in Molly’s arm, then finally lay back, His friend Ron sat watching as his mother comforted him, But it was Hermione who moved, went to the window and wham…caught Rita Skeeter whom had been spying on them making Harry and Molly pull apart. Harry took his potion and instantly fell instantly into much need sleep that he deserved. She watched as Hermione grab a glass jar tap it once, most likely with an unbreakable charm and place Rita in it. That was when she made her move. She tapped herself on the head then walked slowly where the three people sat around the sleeping boy. Molly gasped slightly, Ron looked on in amazement, but it was Hermione who just smiled and stood up.
“Hello my dear, fancy seeing me her…Molly you look great, and I don’t believe we’ve meet Misia Evans…pleasure to meet you Ron…” Misia said as she held out her hand and shook his rather limp one.
“Merlin, He’s really back…” Molly whispered softly.
“Were Albus’s and Harry’s word not believable enough…but yes he is, but never fear, I know that Albus never told the other’s, but we found her…” Misia said with a soft smile as she leaned down and kissed Harry softly on the forehead. She straightened and took a seat on the bed opposite and looked at them before turning to Hermione and asking swiftly.
“So you want to do this here or deposit your little friend somewhere first then talk.” Misia said with a coy smile.
“I better put her away…” Hermione as she grabbed the jar off the floor.
“Ok meet me in the Headmaster’s office in 10 alright…and don’t try to skip out I’ll find you…” Misia said as she stood up.
“Take care Molly, I’ll expect we see each other soon…and don’t worry your family will be fine…” Misia said as she leaned down and hugged the woman in the chair, She straighten up touched Ron’s cheek, kissed Harry one more time before sweeping away.
“Who was that Mum?” Ron asked in confusion. Hermione spoke.
“Artemisia Evans…one of the last remaining Artesian’s in the Wizarding world. Excuse me…” Hermione said briskly as she turned and walked away.