Awake
Chapter 3 of 21
baylor713Witches and wizards have always carried the burden of their allegiances to the dark or to the light. The choice to follow one or the other dictates a person's character. Attica Flamel pays fealty to neither. When grief morphs into an irrepressible need for vengeance, Attica will stop at nothing until the debts are paid.
“Don’t move,” Attica hissed from her seat on the floor opposite the Potions Master, who was beginning to stir. He looked so weak and vulnerable lying there with his voluminous black robes curled around him, she thought. Pathetic.
He had always been so stoic, so implacable in the classroom. She had found his manner almost enviable back then. She remembered sitting in his dungeon classroom, on the verge of tears, as she listened to the other students making plans to go back to their families for the holiday. She realized that Professor Snape would never have let that kind of emotion appear on his countenance, and she wanted to be able to emulate that strength. His impassiveness was even more impressive to her when she had first seen him in the Death Eater circle.
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She remembered that moment more vividly than most. Her heart had been pounding so hard that she irrationally thought it might pound its way out of her chest. She had been nervous. Her entire body felt cold, and she clenched her hands in front of her to prevent the shivering from becoming noticeable. Attica felt virtually imprisoned by the circle of Death Eaters that surrounded her. She had been trapped in the presence of Voldemort.
There was no escape. The best choice she could make was to stare ahead and exhibit the same bravery she knew her parents had shown when they too had come face to face with the Dark Lord. In the midst of this inner turmoil, her eyes met a familiar set of black ones. Even though the rest of his face was hidden by a mask that was identical to the others, she knew it was him. Snape’s rigid figure imbued an ambiance of confidence and pride that was elevated by his stark black robes. His elegance was only surpassed by that of the Dark Lord himself; she couldn’t help but feel her own inadequacy with a sharp pang in her stomach. She wondered how he could be so calm when she was struggling to quell an overwhelming sense of nausea. Out of pure reflex, Attica had lifted her hand to touch the vial she wore around her neck, stroking its reassuring hardness even through the rough wool fabric of her robes. It was in that moment that she felt an inexplicable pull toward the serpentine man. Without another thought, she turned her head and boldly locked eyes with the inhuman red gaze of Voldemort.
She had expected to feel horrified. She had expected to feel the urge to flee or to beg for the opportunity to take it all back. But in that first concentrated moment when he was fully focused on her, she felt no regret. The temperature seemed to drop, but she had been so cold already that she wondered if that was possible. This wasn’t the frigid numbness of the dread that had plagued her before. It was icy and rippling and alive. The red pools of the Dark Lord’s eyes seemed to be siphoning the fear from her very bones, because it wasn’t panic that she felt anymore. It was exhilaration. She sensed that she was a satellite that had found its orbit, although she couldn’t understand where the fear had gone. All she knew was that once the fear had dissipated, she was awake.
The tension drained from her body even as the Dark Lord conspicuously sized her up. Instead of wanting to fold herself away from him, to cower in his presence as she anticipated, she experienced an inconsolable desire to step closer to him and open herself up fully to his scrutiny. Attica felt pure joy and the exhilaration that had consumed her before multiplied tenfold as she closed the distance between herself and the Dark Lord’s proffered hand. Somehow, this was where she was supposed to be.
“Attica Flamel,” Voldemort drawled in his deceptively velvet voice. “Welcome to our ranks.”
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Snape braced himself against the wall, struggling to sit up. Attica was glad that she had had the foresight to Scourgify the wall behind the professor as well as his robes. He panted silently with the effort and Attica rolled her eyes. “I said not to move,” she sighed. “You’re weak.”
Snape lifted his eyes to Attica’s face, pinning her with a contemptuous glare. “Obviously,” he rasped. He grimaced and pain flittered across his features before he steeled himself and addressed the girl in front of him again, fingering the raised scars that now covered the flesh of his neck as he did so. “How long was I unconscious?”
“About twenty minutes, no more.”
“And the boy?”
Attica sneered. “He and his friends have returned to the castle. I think they are running,” she said. She pushed her golden tresses away from her face as she spoke and let them fall down her back. “You must leave here, Snape. If the Dark Lord wants you dead, it is best that you make it seem as though he has succeeded where that is concerned.” Attica eyed the man on the floor across from her. “What did you do to displease your master? Has he discovered your treachery?” Her tone remained disinterested.
Snape surveyed the girl in front of him critically. She was of average height, much shorter than he was. She had unexceptionally blonde hair and unremarkable eyes. On her left arm, she wore a mark so distinct that its image in the sky sent crowds of wizards running in panic. And that in itself was nothing special, for Severus wore an identical stain.
All in all, she was nothing extraordinary at a glance. And yet, she had been able to figure out what the Dark Lord himself had not - where his, Severus Snape’s, true loyalties lay.
“Potter will not run,” said Snape in a low tone.
Attica waved her hand as if to brush away the thought. “He ran,” she said impatiently. Now that her goal was so close, Attica was growing irascible of Snape’s apparently undiminished faith in Dumbledore’s infallibility concerning the Potter boy.
“Potter will not run. Once he sees the memories I gave him, he will not back down. He will confront our master. The treachery you speak of is not mine alone.”
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So much progress has been made since Attica wrote her goodbye letter to Neville, and much more needs to be made before all is said and done, I think. I happy that Neville will not give up on her and will be with her from now on.
Now I find myself wondering what Severus is doing and whether he has found peace.
Thank you for this very intricate and well plotted tale.
Beth
sad that attica been wearing a horcrux all this years.. that her thought were evil in nature.. hope they can destroyed it.. great narrative of her thought, imagines..
the evil emerald is like controling attica.. onward to find what severus on this new dilemma..
weird that attica's drak mark is darker, but not severus! onward to see if answered will be shown...
why didn't the curse work! what going to happen to attica, now? happy that voldie was killed.
She not afraid of Bellatrix! Now, she apart of the inner circle of voldmort's followers! She feel what voldmort's emotion, wonder has she share with severus or albus.. love learning the background of attica..
maybe attica is spy like severus..
onward to see what next...
Lovely chapter, with this turn of, or rather, arrival of and realization that his act of kindness has reverberated and affected her on levels unknown during all this time.... Hmm... the depth and profoundness of Severus' effect on her and in her life seems to have been underestimated and still to be fully revealed--although, a part of me is a bit wary about how such an intertwined horcrux could be destroyed without destroying the vessel *biting nails* Baylor, I know you could take this tale one way or another, so... Can't wait for the next chapter!!!
'The force that had convinced her that it was necessary to kill an innocent person was dark and savage and absolutely evil, but it had been bred in her own heart.'.. so powerful and provocative and profound are her torturous thoughts she is continuously being berated by--both she and Severus have had their paths guided by forces beyond their control and carried along on the currents of events... but this truth that is controlling and guiding her? Whose truth will it be, hers or alone, or shared with another? Lovely, lovely work!
Love this memory of the past, a rare glimpse and insight into a shared exchange between Attica and Severus that she is able to have her own connection with unhindered or untainted by Voldemort. There is a profound connection and understanding between Severus and Attica that is captured, and which seems to accentuate both's emotional wounds and hesitancy and delicateness--lovely, lovely work!
The narrative is so full of concise, poignant and powerful moments and realizations, such as (one of many) 'Feeling like she was someone other than the person she had been all her life, someone dark.' I just love experiencing both Attica's and Severus' revelations and inner-thoughts--the heaviniess, horror, sympathy and empathy is so very moving... Lovely, powerful work--looking forward to more and more!
There are four entities in that study, and only one of them deserves to die— and he entombed himself in the emerald. I hope Vlodemort is experiencing many times the agony that Attica, McGonegall, and Severus have felt over all the years that the Dark Lord has been terrorizing the world.
I very much hope that the remaining three of them will be left alive and well!! Pretty please?
Thank you for this wonderful chapter. I'm looking forward to the next update.
Beth
My heart is breaking for Attica. I'm glad that Severus was able to talk to long enough for her to recall some happy memories–he had drowned out the whisperings of Voldemort.
I hope Minerva arrives with Gryffindor's sword soon!
Beth
Plausible and well-written. Particularly without a beta. Any more? Unpredictable and fresh.
Great chappie! ;)) nice opening shot!
I think Severus and Attica have a long, hard slog ahead of them as they try to make things right– individually and together. I hope he will try to discover more of her memories. It would be a very uncomfortable thing for Attica, and I can envision her trying to stop him simply because of the lasting effects that harboring Voldemort's Horcrux for so many years has caused, but I'm afraid she will fall back into trying to do the Dark Lord's will instead of what her own unaffected heart would choose to do.
Hopefully Minerva will be able to quickly arrange for the destruction of this remnant of Voldemort's soul. And hopefully it is the last remnant.
I can't wait for your next update.
Beth
Brilliant chapter in revealing the state of things and poor Attica's dilemma... Love Severus control and Attica's struggle. Looking forward to more of this intriguing, original tale!
I enjoyed reading about Attica's memories of her first class with the Potions Master. Her bravery to stand her ground with him in class made me smile right along with the Professor.
The extracting fluid had begun as a pearly ivory liquid but had changed to a pale red by the end of the third week. Perhaps the the fact that they got a convoluted, murky brown color by treating that last test tube with sap from the juniper bush doesn't mean that they hadn't learned anything from the test. Although Attica was disappointed that it hadn't turned red like the ruby or blue like the sapphire she had written on her list of possible components, maybe the emerald stopper had reacted with the liquid. If you mix red and green in the right ratios you can create various shades of brown. Perhaps ruby is one of the components, after all. And with amber being another ingredient, that could have further influenced the formation of a muddy color tending toward brown.
Did she neglect to roll up her sleeves because she didn't want him to see that her Dark Mark was turning darker? He did comment that she seemed quite attached to the vial– I wonder what Severus was thinking when she replied only that she needed it as she left the room.
Hummmm... lots of clues here, but I'm not quite sure what is what and how they fit together. Thanks for a wonderful chapter!
Beth
There is something so poignant, and yet, harrowing about Attica's grandmother's rhymes--it stikingly contrasts her childhood innocence with the dire reality of what has happened to her when older...
Loved her first day in Snape's class and that his lips turned upward--HA! So Severus is aware of how she must have the vial with her at all times... Looking forward to more!
It's a truly horrid realization that her Dark Mark has only darkened... One can feel her level of distress as she compares Severus' mark to hers. Brilliant writing, brilliant story! Looking forward to more!
Bloody hell! The emerald is another one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, isn't it? If that is so, then in trying to recreate the Stone, they may actually be bringing the Dark Lord back...
I did NOT see this coming. Well done, baylor!
Beth
Reading this chapter gave me the shivers and made me sad at the same time. I don't know if the voice Attica hears is really Voldemort's or just a cruel figment of her imagination, but I'm hoping like the dickens that it is Severus who has broken the wards. Please let it be him!
Beth
OMG! I'm glad Attica's curse didn't kill Harry, but I'm not sure why. What's going to happen to her now? Please let Neville or Severus or McGonagall find her before something horrible happens to her.
I hope the next chapter updates soon!!!
Beth
I was glad to see Attica show her emotions when Neville stepped forward to stand up to Voldemort. When the Sorting Hat settled over his eyes and she just caught the look of utter fear on his face, it gave me hope for her that she allowed the tears to fall.
If she were to try to kill Voldy now, he wouldn't really die, would he? Nagini is a horcrux, too. I guess she doesn't know that yet.
Good chapter!
Beth