Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Agreed. But I'm utterly confused by what you mean by "evil Hermione". </SeventhHorcruxIsMyCanon>
Path to Victory – A Severus Snape Story (Worm/HP)
- Thread starter Sir Rabby
- Start date
- Location
- Some park.
Also don't forget Dat loyalty that Barty has.
Dude spent more than a decade imperiused, then killed his father the first chance he got before willingly risking it all for a master that had nothing and only a fraction of his previous powers.
Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if by the time Selena graduates she's a copy of older Bellatrix.
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Oh goodness. There's no way of keeping Bella away if she finds out about his little group. And...Bella mentoring Selena. Now's there's a thought.
Hermione isn't evil! She just doesn't have an internal moral compass, and so uses society's standards as her baseline. She occasionally forgets to, and so we end up with a Rita-in-a-jar situation.
That too! The age difference isn't big enough that it would be weird to ship Barty and Selena once they're out of school, is it?
Chapter 1.18
Chapter 1.18
The very first step was one I expected. I raised my wand up high over my head, crossed my eyes with my off-wand arm, and fired off an extremely bright flash. Immediately afterward I threw myself forward and rolled to my knees. As I was rolling I rushed through several wand movements I recognized as animation spells.
Chairs, curtains and tables suddenly sprang to life and assaulted the currently blinded students. Chair rippled and shook free three of their legs to kick out at them while reclining on their fourth. The curtains floated around like budget dementors and I had to bite down on the reflexive worry they might strangle the students. Fortunately they only tangled them up with each other. I ventured a quick glance to my previous position and almost gaped at the destruction. Had I remained standing I would have ended up in many small pieces. It wasn't that the Slytherins were so malicious. It's just that a hundred schoolboy grade spells would still be a hundred of them ripping you apart with their collective weight and agency.
I pointed my wand downward and was thrown up high into the air by the torrent of unleashed water. In mid air I slashed my wand out once, twice and finally a third time just before I landed in the middle of a group of still disoriented students. I didn't have time to see what the slashes did because I was ordered to drop down and sweep my legs around. I connected with three students, saw them tangling into each other, and a single binding spell took care of them.
I ducked down on top of them, whipped out a bright spell that crackled loudly, and after it connected with the now slippery wet floor I knew it be some sort of lightning charm. I felt the students under me spasm wildly but the real treat was the sight of the nearest group making war with the furniture crashing to their feet. They were still sizzling by the time the chairs won that particular conflict.
Once again I propelled myself upward, out of the way of a volley of sickly looking spell, and on the highest point of my arc I transfigured a clear plastic wall around the tangled up students. From the way the wall melted I knew I wouldn't want to have seen what happened if all those spells connected with the brats.
The path screamed for a Protego Horribilis and I obliged it. The massive purple shield sprang into existence before I landed on the ground and deftly reflected the handful bright lights that impacted upon on it. I released it just as I hit the ground, rolled forward, and conjured leathery looking vines all around me.
When the next step called for me to sprint full out I didn't give them a second thought and did just that. Spells flew past me, others just in front of me, and some just plain never got close. As I was running my wand flew out and pointed to my feet. I came near a wall, jumped at it, and kept running on it all the way to the ceiling. When I had a clear view of the entire hall beneath me my offensive truly began.
A slice of the wand here banished the still roughhousing furniture at a group of students huddled together. A deft little twirl slapped away a dark purple spell closing in with me and blew up a section of the wall I deflected it to. I swished and flicked and seemingly nothing happened as I ducked behind a chandelier.
The path bade me to squirm and dodge the next few spells coming my way but still had me swishing and flicking. Finally after what felt like ages but was most likely just a few seconds I saw it happen. It started subtly at first. I was advised to start running again and keep reflecting the spells sent to me back at their casters. Ten seconds or so passed before the spells started slowing down.
Another five seconds before all the students had other things to worry about. They were all starting to float. As if they found themselves underwater, or on the surface of the moon, because the ground had seemingly lost it's pull that kept us all grounded on it. There might have been a halfblood here, or a muggleborn there, that knew what was happening. The purebloods though had no clue how to deal with the sudden lack of gravity.
My stickied feet kept me firmly attached the ceiling as I bobbing between the giant chandeliers and throwing around tremendous torrents of water. I sprayed the nearest group and watched as they flew through the room. I kept it up with others, stealing dashes between the chandeliers, and before long sheer chaos overtook the room.
Some focused brats got it within their heads everything would go back to normal if I was knocked out, a fairly rational conclusion under the circumstances, and pelted me with stunning spells. I used those and slapped them towards the cleverer students.
The ones who started using their own sprays of water to move around. They didn't seem to mind the extra chaos they were sowing in the ranks of their more stupid friends. I pointed my wand at them and shot off my own stunning spells. They flew widely off but when they 'dodged' two of them were caught easily. The third cocooned himself in a protego before he got hit but after he sent off another torrent.
Very impressive.
I resolved to remember his name. I think he was a Lestrange but I'd find out later.
Suddenly I heard Bellatrix's voice ringing clear through the commotion.
"Mass finite, now!"
The seventh years had joined the struggle unveiling themselves by dropping their invisibility. The started casting a variety of finite spells designed to halt magic, any kind of it, and before long they had the furniture under control. A little moment later they had gravity asserting itself again.
While they were busy with that though I flicked my wand at the leathery vines from before, who had kept growing, and they bolted into action. With ridiculous speed they all jumped out around the feet of students who were still disoriented from falling down on the floor and threw them at the Seventh years. My path ordered me to pepper them in mid-air with some cushioning charms because apparently the elder students didn't care to hold back from hurting the projectile-students.
I was bade to cancel the sticking charms on my feet and deftly landed with my off-wand hand balancing me and my legs catching the brunt of the force. I didn't need to brace for the impact because immediately after I was ordered to launch myself to the left. I scrambled further to the right, rolled backwards, and pointed another torrent of water at the ground.
This time at an oblique enough angle to launch myself at the seventh years. I cleared my path in front of me with a wide slashing movement knocking four students down. I landed just behind Bellatrix, dodged her bright orange flame sent my way by ducking under it, rolling forward, and kicking her knee out.
Her scream was cut short as I was ordered to follow it up with an uppercut that silenced the witch completely. The path screamed in the back of my head to duck, two sickly yellow curses flew over my head, and to follow it up with conjuring yet another clear plastic looking shield in front of the twitching students it was heading for. I turned quickly on my knees, stood up, and caught the only two remaining witches with a wide banisher spell. Their screams came to a quick halt as they impacted upon the far wall and stuck to it courtesy of my follow up.
I looked around at the devastation I had wrought and couldn't contain a loud laugh. Students were still twitching on the ground. Now the gravity was back my earlier conjured up lightning was reasserting itself and had made short work of those still on their feet. The three other students who'd picked up my method of transportation only spread the liquid around making it that much more effective.
Wonderful.
I was about to fix everything up when my third years walked in through the gates. When on their heels Bartemius and Regulus came in their shocked expressions matched those of the little brats. Nott recovered first and started laughing madly. Dagworth and Greengrass joined in a second later while Black was still stupefied. Crouch however simply stared at me.
I walked over to Bellatrix, revived her, and braced myself for her reaction.
Her eyes opened first, then she groaned, and finally her gaze settled on mine.
"Y-you. You punched me!"
I just laughed. She was more upset I struck her than she was by the destruction all around. Somehow this fit what I expected of her perfectly.
When she spluttered some more the path offered a statement, "If you want to cross wands with me, Bella, all you have to do is ask. If you're set on turning Slytherin against me though..." I trailed off, crouched down over her, narrowed my eyes, and bit out savagely, "I'm simply going to beat you like a muggle."
I stood up, fixed up her knee while deliberately ignoring her, and afterward with a single arc around the common room set everything back to it's rightful place. I deliberately didn't touch any of the other students though. That task I'd leave to my third years, "Nott. Take the others and go around enervating everyone. Find out if anyone is really hurt and send them to me."
Immediately he said, "Yes, sir."
No-one was hurt. I knew this and the path knew this. Showing myself to be caring though couldn't help but work out for me. As I walked to my own dorm room I yelled over back over my shoulder.
"Oh. I trust you'll make them suitably regret this, gentlemen?"
The wicked grins they sported had no place on barely pubescent schoolchildren. I almost felt bad for the others.
The very first step was one I expected. I raised my wand up high over my head, crossed my eyes with my off-wand arm, and fired off an extremely bright flash. Immediately afterward I threw myself forward and rolled to my knees. As I was rolling I rushed through several wand movements I recognized as animation spells.
Chairs, curtains and tables suddenly sprang to life and assaulted the currently blinded students. Chair rippled and shook free three of their legs to kick out at them while reclining on their fourth. The curtains floated around like budget dementors and I had to bite down on the reflexive worry they might strangle the students. Fortunately they only tangled them up with each other. I ventured a quick glance to my previous position and almost gaped at the destruction. Had I remained standing I would have ended up in many small pieces. It wasn't that the Slytherins were so malicious. It's just that a hundred schoolboy grade spells would still be a hundred of them ripping you apart with their collective weight and agency.
I pointed my wand downward and was thrown up high into the air by the torrent of unleashed water. In mid air I slashed my wand out once, twice and finally a third time just before I landed in the middle of a group of still disoriented students. I didn't have time to see what the slashes did because I was ordered to drop down and sweep my legs around. I connected with three students, saw them tangling into each other, and a single binding spell took care of them.
I ducked down on top of them, whipped out a bright spell that crackled loudly, and after it connected with the now slippery wet floor I knew it be some sort of lightning charm. I felt the students under me spasm wildly but the real treat was the sight of the nearest group making war with the furniture crashing to their feet. They were still sizzling by the time the chairs won that particular conflict.
Once again I propelled myself upward, out of the way of a volley of sickly looking spell, and on the highest point of my arc I transfigured a clear plastic wall around the tangled up students. From the way the wall melted I knew I wouldn't want to have seen what happened if all those spells connected with the brats.
The path screamed for a Protego Horribilis and I obliged it. The massive purple shield sprang into existence before I landed on the ground and deftly reflected the handful bright lights that impacted upon on it. I released it just as I hit the ground, rolled forward, and conjured leathery looking vines all around me.
When the next step called for me to sprint full out I didn't give them a second thought and did just that. Spells flew past me, others just in front of me, and some just plain never got close. As I was running my wand flew out and pointed to my feet. I came near a wall, jumped at it, and kept running on it all the way to the ceiling. When I had a clear view of the entire hall beneath me my offensive truly began.
A slice of the wand here banished the still roughhousing furniture at a group of students huddled together. A deft little twirl slapped away a dark purple spell closing in with me and blew up a section of the wall I deflected it to. I swished and flicked and seemingly nothing happened as I ducked behind a chandelier.
The path bade me to squirm and dodge the next few spells coming my way but still had me swishing and flicking. Finally after what felt like ages but was most likely just a few seconds I saw it happen. It started subtly at first. I was advised to start running again and keep reflecting the spells sent to me back at their casters. Ten seconds or so passed before the spells started slowing down.
Another five seconds before all the students had other things to worry about. They were all starting to float. As if they found themselves underwater, or on the surface of the moon, because the ground had seemingly lost it's pull that kept us all grounded on it. There might have been a halfblood here, or a muggleborn there, that knew what was happening. The purebloods though had no clue how to deal with the sudden lack of gravity.
My stickied feet kept me firmly attached the ceiling as I bobbing between the giant chandeliers and throwing around tremendous torrents of water. I sprayed the nearest group and watched as they flew through the room. I kept it up with others, stealing dashes between the chandeliers, and before long sheer chaos overtook the room.
Some focused brats got it within their heads everything would go back to normal if I was knocked out, a fairly rational conclusion under the circumstances, and pelted me with stunning spells. I used those and slapped them towards the cleverer students.
The ones who started using their own sprays of water to move around. They didn't seem to mind the extra chaos they were sowing in the ranks of their more stupid friends. I pointed my wand at them and shot off my own stunning spells. They flew widely off but when they 'dodged' two of them were caught easily. The third cocooned himself in a protego before he got hit but after he sent off another torrent.
Very impressive.
I resolved to remember his name. I think he was a Lestrange but I'd find out later.
Suddenly I heard Bellatrix's voice ringing clear through the commotion.
"Mass finite, now!"
The seventh years had joined the struggle unveiling themselves by dropping their invisibility. The started casting a variety of finite spells designed to halt magic, any kind of it, and before long they had the furniture under control. A little moment later they had gravity asserting itself again.
While they were busy with that though I flicked my wand at the leathery vines from before, who had kept growing, and they bolted into action. With ridiculous speed they all jumped out around the feet of students who were still disoriented from falling down on the floor and threw them at the Seventh years. My path ordered me to pepper them in mid-air with some cushioning charms because apparently the elder students didn't care to hold back from hurting the projectile-students.
I was bade to cancel the sticking charms on my feet and deftly landed with my off-wand hand balancing me and my legs catching the brunt of the force. I didn't need to brace for the impact because immediately after I was ordered to launch myself to the left. I scrambled further to the right, rolled backwards, and pointed another torrent of water at the ground.
This time at an oblique enough angle to launch myself at the seventh years. I cleared my path in front of me with a wide slashing movement knocking four students down. I landed just behind Bellatrix, dodged her bright orange flame sent my way by ducking under it, rolling forward, and kicking her knee out.
Her scream was cut short as I was ordered to follow it up with an uppercut that silenced the witch completely. The path screamed in the back of my head to duck, two sickly yellow curses flew over my head, and to follow it up with conjuring yet another clear plastic looking shield in front of the twitching students it was heading for. I turned quickly on my knees, stood up, and caught the only two remaining witches with a wide banisher spell. Their screams came to a quick halt as they impacted upon the far wall and stuck to it courtesy of my follow up.
I looked around at the devastation I had wrought and couldn't contain a loud laugh. Students were still twitching on the ground. Now the gravity was back my earlier conjured up lightning was reasserting itself and had made short work of those still on their feet. The three other students who'd picked up my method of transportation only spread the liquid around making it that much more effective.
Wonderful.
I was about to fix everything up when my third years walked in through the gates. When on their heels Bartemius and Regulus came in their shocked expressions matched those of the little brats. Nott recovered first and started laughing madly. Dagworth and Greengrass joined in a second later while Black was still stupefied. Crouch however simply stared at me.
I walked over to Bellatrix, revived her, and braced myself for her reaction.
Her eyes opened first, then she groaned, and finally her gaze settled on mine.
"Y-you. You punched me!"
I just laughed. She was more upset I struck her than she was by the destruction all around. Somehow this fit what I expected of her perfectly.
When she spluttered some more the path offered a statement, "If you want to cross wands with me, Bella, all you have to do is ask. If you're set on turning Slytherin against me though..." I trailed off, crouched down over her, narrowed my eyes, and bit out savagely, "I'm simply going to beat you like a muggle."
I stood up, fixed up her knee while deliberately ignoring her, and afterward with a single arc around the common room set everything back to it's rightful place. I deliberately didn't touch any of the other students though. That task I'd leave to my third years, "Nott. Take the others and go around enervating everyone. Find out if anyone is really hurt and send them to me."
Immediately he said, "Yes, sir."
No-one was hurt. I knew this and the path knew this. Showing myself to be caring though couldn't help but work out for me. As I walked to my own dorm room I yelled over back over my shoulder.
"Oh. I trust you'll make them suitably regret this, gentlemen?"
The wicked grins they sported had no place on barely pubescent schoolchildren. I almost felt bad for the others.
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I mean something real Sir or some such title or lands. Order of Merlin kinda seems like a attaboy certificate. He cure werewolfism!
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
I don't think that should be repeated there.
- Location
- Some park.
Nah. It's what, 3 years?
Welp. next morning is going to be awkward when most of the older Slytherin students come to breakfast limping and bruised whilst the lower years are all smug.
I can almost see them looking defiantly at the rest of the houses and daring them to say something.
Also to bad this is Bellas last year.
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Remember, the enemy's chandelier is down.
I mean something real Sir or some such title or lands. Order of Merlin kinda seems like a attaboy certificate. He cure werewolfism!
It seems like a reasonably important decoration for wizardkind considering Dumbledore having one is mentioned right after his big political titles.
"Mm, note to self: arrange for a suitably dramatic soundtrack to be playing next time I school my House."
Galerians
I am Blissfully Insane
- Location
- Indonesia
That. Was. Fucking. GLORIOUS!
Nahh. Snape is propping himself more as a paragon of wizardkind than a simple thug with a power boner.
Oh, I just realized something! Just like Grindelwald had Dumbledore to thwart him, Voldemort has Snape!
This. Basically this.
I admit I missed an opportunity with Slughorn or Dumbledore just strolling in, seeing him take steps to prevent people from getting hurt, and just settling in to watch. I might just make an interlude of Slughorn trying to figure out what this 'weightlessness' is. I haven't decided on whether he'd be horrified or exhilarated.
Also: If i could outsource some thinking to my readers.
* I'm totally going with hance1986 idea of Narcissa mailing her memory home.
* How would this look from the perspective of the girl who helped Severus give some makeup tips only days ago.
* Holy shit; how impressed would Druella & Cygnus Black be. Would they forward the memory to others as an early type of youtube clip? I've already decided a Lucius interlude is coming where he bribes Narcissa into sending him the memory.
* I really really don't want to mess up Bellatrix's responses to all of this so some tips would be appreciated.
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Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
- Location
- Following the wind
So how does Sevvy fit into Trelawney's "prophecy"? I know she hasn't issued it, but bear with me, I want to know if it's possible she'll make the prophecy and Dumbledore will think it's Snape. Or something.
I wonder if the path will let Snape contradict the prophecy if it's the same as canon when it's made. Would any path to have someone other than the chosen one vanquishing the dark lord end up like Contessa's attempts at Scion or the Endbringers?
Galerians
I am Blissfully Insane
- Location
- Indonesia
"The one with the power to vanquish Dark Lord... is no longer needed. As one with a most bullshit power has appeared..."
Dumbledore: "...Pardon me?"
Anon̦̦
[Verified Girl]
- Location
- '̸̛͘͢;̶̧̕'̴̨͝͠;̢͡-̶͘-̴̀͟͟'́͘͟͟͜;̨̀/̷̧͏̴̢'̴̢̕;̸̛͟͢
IF Prophecies can be considered real, instead of self-fullfiling, PTV more than likely will do something as bullshit as get a house-elf born on the seventh month of the martian calendar to be marked by Voldemort by bonding it to him temporally, and ordering it to kill the Dark Lord.
PTV is that bullshit. Even then, if it were real, PTV would fuck the pre-cog with it's better precog.
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
In canon, I believe while they talk about the Hall of Mysteries, they mention that there are prophecies that never come true or our wrong. And even if Trelawney's doesn't become one of those, it could easily be talking about some Dark Lord in the future, not Voldy.
A Voldemort interlude where one of his supporters brings him a copy would be brilliant.
Well... that depends on how much you're willing to change her at the current time. If she's keeping her pureblooded prejudice, then she needs to rationalize that Snape's dad must be a squib from some powerful family. "Snape? Yes, those stupid muggles would butcher 'Slytherin' like that..."
If you want her to throw out her prejudice altogether, then you can go with incredulity at being so thoroughly bested and some introspection.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
That was lovely.
Or:
as I bobbed between the giant chandeliers and threw around tremendous torrents of water.
the handful of [?]
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as I was bobbing [?]
Or:
as I bobbed between the giant chandeliers and threw around tremendous torrents of water.
Missing a word?
"which" instead of "who"?
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