Even Death Eaters have their weaknesses. Even the evil give in to temptations. Even the dark seeks out light.
After a brutal punishment from The Dark Lord, Cassiopeia seeks out fellow Death Eater Severus Snape. She's in desperate need of aid. But t...
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Cassiopeia stared at the empty space where Lucius had Disapparated. A thin evaporating cloud of black smoke was the only thing left in his wake. Woebegone, she watched as it receded before withdrawing her wand out from under her cloak. Obviously it would be dimwitted, and stark staring mad to attempt to walk into the school, and seeing as she couldn't Apparate in or out of Hogwarts, nor did she have her owl, she decided to send Snape her Patronus.
Clenching her 11 ½ inch Reed wand tightly in her fist, she muttered the required incantation.
"Expecto Patronum."
A blindingly bright glassy panther shot from the tip of her wand and appeared before her. It shimmered and glistened like water. Not touchable to your hands, it was ghost-like; translucently clear, only much shinier and dazzling. It was a beautiful kind of magic. Vibrant, and pellucid. The crystalline panther hovered in front of her, pawing at the air.
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"To the Dungeon's. Find Severus."
She flourished her arm in a downwards motion, then swiftly brandished it back upwards directed her wand towards the castle. She watched as the radiant blue light vanished into the distance.
Now, she waited.
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Determination and anticipation pulsed through her veins, a painful sort of suspense spreading throughout her feeble body as she sunk lower to the ground, crouching next to the tree, hidden from sight. Her face engulfed in shadows, a strong foul smell of rotting wood and musty air swept by her, filling her nostrils with a very unpleasant scent. The wind was picking up becoming frigid and unwelcoming. It was bitter against her wounds, her bare feet becoming numb. She really hoped Severus came soon.
