Summary: It's the Final Battle and the niece of Severus Snape has been captured by Death Eaters, along with her uncle. She knows she's going to die...but what she can't figure out is why the only person she ever loved would want to suffer her the ultimate betrayal.
Categories: Draco/Other Character Characters: None
Warnings: Violence, Alternate Universe, Character Death
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 2
Completed: No
Word count: 1472
Read: 4302
Published: 04/02/06
Updated: 04/30/06
1. Prologue by GwenSlytherin
2. The After-Death by GwenSlytherin
Prologue by GwenSlytherin
Prologue
The chains had been enchanted to hang from the wall of the cave. She hung there with them, the shackles cutting into her slender wrists, dangling by her grime-covered arms. ‘How did I get myself into this?’ she thought glumly, looking around. She couldn’t see much; her vision was blurry from lack of food and sleep. She could barely make out the dark shape hanging beside her, but she didn’t need to see what it was. She already knew. Severus Snape hung there beside her, almost to the point of death, even more so than she was. As she tried to focus in on him, she realized that she couldn’t hear him breathing, and she panicked.
“Uncle Severus,” she whispered hoarsely. “Uncle Severus, are you awake? P-please wake up...”
“Don’t waste your voice, child,” Severus whispered harshly. “I’m awake, rest assured.”
“W-when do you think they’ll come back?” she asked.
“I don’t want to think about it,” Severus answered. “Please, Mora, don’t speak anymore. You’re going to need all the strength you can muster very, very soon.”
Avonmora Snape would have glared at her uncle if she could. ‘Bloody git,’ she thought.
Suddenly the door was thrown violently open, and three black-cloaked people walked in, followed by more in regular black robes. One of them wore no hood, and he glared at Mora and her uncle with a malicious loathing through scarlet snake-eyes. Voldemort. Mora knew who the others were without having to see them; her sister, Moriana, and Draco Malfoy.
“Severus, Avonmora,” Voldemort hissed, grinning at them wickedly. “So sorry for the unexpected visit, but you know I just can’t pass up a chance to torture my favorite traitors.”
“The only traitor in this room is him,” Mora spat in Draco’s general direction, since she couldn’t really see where he was. She hated him. It only made the betrayal worse that they had been lovers before he had been discovered.
Draco had turned over a new leaf, it seemed. He had come to the Order begging forgiveness and a chance for redemption. He had been accepted into the Order with much less suspicion than Severus had, despite his past. It turned out, however, that Draco had been a spy all along. He had helped the Death Eaters during the first stage of the Final Battle; the stage which Mora and her uncle had both been captured in.
The back of a hand cutting across her cheek interrupted her thoughts. “How dare you speak of me like that,” a cold voice said. ‘Have I hit a nerve, Drakie?’ Mora thought, bitterly laughing in her mind.
“Calm yourself, Draco,” Voldemort said. “There will be plenty of time for that in due course.” He turned to Mora and smiled. “We’re a feisty little witch, aren’t we, Avonmora? Well, that shall be remedied shortly. Nott, release her.”
The shackles around her wrists creaked open, and she fell to the floor. Several sniggers erupted around the room. “Get up, Avonmora,” Voldemort commanded. She put her hands on the floor and tried pushing herself up, but her arms began to shake underneath her weight, and they collapsed on her. She fell to the floor again, and made no more attempts to get up. “I said UP!” Voldemort shouted, pointing his wand at her. She was lifted up violently and then dropped in the center of the room, surrounded by the Death Eaters.
Draco stepped up to her. “Please, Draco,” she whispered, begging his blurry figure. “Please don’t do this...You’re better than this.”
Draco looked down at her. She wished with all her heart that she could see the expression on his face; if it was one of regret, sadness, or just coldness as he raised his wand.
“Avada Kedavra.”
The After-Death by GwenSlytherin
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any characters mentioned in the Potterverse. I only wish they were mine. Speaking of mine, I would appreciate it if all original characters stayed mine.
As the blinding flash of green light subsided, silence echoed throughout the room. No one spoke; no one moved. No one breathed. Moriana Snape silently lowered her black hood, staring unblinkingly at the spot on the ground where her older sister lay. Draco didn’t move either; in fact, he never took his eyes off Mora’s body.
Mora’s body. The thought was more than Ana could bear. The tears were silent at first, and then turned into wracking sobs as she fell to her knees. Gathering Mora into her arms, Ana buried her face in her sisters hair, and cried.
“Moriana, get up,” Wormtail commanded from somewhere behind her. Ana shook her head and continued to sob. She could have laughed at him; she was more important to the Dark Lord than Bellatrix Lestrange. She didn’t have to take orders from a lowly servant like Wormtail, whom the Dark Lord hated. She could feel the eyes of the other Death Eaters on her, staring, wondering. Why would she be upset? Wasn’t it Ana herself that had rendered Mora powerless so that they could transport her to the Dark Lord’s lair? Wasn’t it Ana herself who had stood idly by while Draco performed the Killing Curse? She had taken a huge part in her own sister’s murder“ why should she be upset now?
Suddenly two people had a hold of her arms, pulling her back, away from her sister. Looking up, she started to yell. “Nott, Goyle! Let go of me, you bloody bastards!” To her surprise, they dropped her, leaving her sitting on the floor only a few inches away from where she originally started. Now that she wasn’t focusing on Mora, someone else caught her eye.
Draco.
She looked at him, and felt more hatred for him than she had for any other being on the planet. “I’ll kill you,” she whispered threateningly. His eyes widened, although the movement was so small that she wasn’t sure whether she had imagined it or not. He looked almost...hurt. Unexpected from everyone else in the room, Ana raised her wand and pointed it at Draco’s heart. “Avada Kedavra!”
Draco dodged the jet of green light just in time. “Avada... ” Ana started to say the curse again, but was interrupted as Pansy Parkinson shouted, “Expelliarmus!” at her. The disarming spell was so powerful that she was knocked backwards and skidded several more feet across the room. She hit her head on the wall, and dizzily got to her feet. The Death Eaters ran at her, and she shakily made her way across the room, towards the door. Only Draco was standing in her way. In her crazed state, she forgot about getting to the door. She ran straight at Draco, fully intending to strangle him then and there. As she reached him, however, he did something totally unexpected. He wrapped his arms around her. Of course, even this had a point. He had pinned her arms“and inadvertently, her wand“to her sides.
She thrashed about wildly. “Let go of me, Draco!” she shouted. “I’m going to kill you! You back-stabber! Traitor!”
“Drop the wand, Ana,” Draco said in a dangerously low voice.
“No. ”
“Stupefy! ” Ana immediately stopped squirming, and fell limp in Draco’s arms. Her wand clattered to the floor. Voldemort put his own wand back into his robes and peered down at her. He said nothing, but turned and left the room. All the Death Eaters knew to follow him.
Shifting Ana’s weight, Draco put an arm under her knees and carried her out of the room. He tried not to think about how he was carrying her“the way a groom carries his bride. The way he would have been carrying Mora in a few months’ time. It could never be now, not with the one he loved...
The other Death Eaters followed behind: Parkinson, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and Wormtail. Most of the Death Eaters had been captured by the Order of the Phoenix. Those that had not been captured had fled into the woods to go into hiding until the War was over. Only a select few had come back to the Dark Lord. In a few days, the last episode of the Final Battle would take place. One of them“Potter or Voldemort“would most assuredly die.
Draco tried to show no emotion as he dropped Ana onto the floor, tried not to wince as he heard her skull hit the stone. He resisted the temptation to bend down and brush a lock of wavy red away from her closed eyes.
As soon as he had put her down, Draco backed away from her and stood with the few other Death Eaters. He was steeling himself, preparing for the awful ordeal of watching Voldemort torturing Ana, the only woman he had ever loved.
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