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Father and Daughter? Um, No Not Quite - Sa13+




1) I give credit to the most amazing J.K. Rowling for all things magical. We should all bow down to her for letting us be able to read and write these things!

2) I would caution, though, when you come across something that doesn't sound like Rowling's work...it's probably my amateur writing to blame...

3) I want to credit Syd, -Bambi-, for kind of giving me the inspiration to continue writing when I had kind of abandoned this piece before the first chapter was finished...

4) And helped me figure out what to title this...It was so difficult...Syd came up with a bunch of AWESOME ideas.

5) I'm Dee, and I'm making it my New Year's Resolution to stick to a writing project, and this has been it. I have developed this plot that I think, as it's read, it will be quite interesting and entertaining.


Chapter 1

Reaching out to grab his quill and ink pot, the old man gave a struggled cough. Pulling the quill and ink towards his old and very ill body he tore a piece of parchment off the end of a scroll. Scratching out a quick message he signed his name.

After sitting at the large oak desk for a few minutes the man found barely enough strength to walk the short distance to the window where his plain everyday owl sat, leg outstretched, ready for the man to tie the now folded parchment to its leg and send it off on his way. Fumbling a few minutes the man finally got the message attached. “To Severus.” He rasped out at his owl before it disappeared out the window.

Seeing the owl gone, the man decided it was time to lay down, flicked his wand to shut the curtains far enough for the room to be dark but left enough light for him to see where his bed was. He carefully sat down giving a groan and laid down on his back, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh.

Flashback

A tall lanky twenty year old with black hair lay on the ground gasping for breath as he bleeds to death. He reached his hand out towards what he thought was his wand, grasping his hand around the thin piece of wood he pulled it towards his body. Upon closer inspection he found that it was just a twig.

Lying on his back, the young man tried to labor his breathing, hoping that he’d bring around enough brain function he’d be able to do wandless magic to get himself functioning enough to apparate out of the lone field.

His chest gave a sharp pain and he let out a strangled yelp as he clutched his chest. Chest hurting so badly, there were painful tears coming from his eyes, something that the man wasn’t too worried about people seeing considering the pain he was in and that he was most likely going to die right there on the spot.

The man’s breathing began to slow down, his eyes closing slowly as his body started to become limp.

Pop.

Another man, several years older was there kneeling over the almost dead man. “I refuse to let you die Severus.” The man determinedly told the man as he began to put spells on him to at least prolong his death until he could get him home. “I’ll die before you do.” He murmured between casting a range of spells.

Deciding that he had done as much as he could for now, and that it was too dangerous to be out in the open, the older man gripped other man’s forearm tightly.

Pop.

They were gone.