A Faithful Servant (S. Snape)

Chapter One: Captured

I currently have this story on another site, but I really wanted to put the story on here. :)

It's still going, and has no ending yet, but it's already on Chapter 57 on the other site, and it's under a different title. I decided to change the title because I thought of a better one. SOOOO.

Here we go. :)

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, and in the early morning haze a woman wandered a dark alley, hood pulled over her head, body covered in a large, black cloak, a thin stick held tightly within her grasp. Her mouth curled into an ugly scowl as she stepped around a building, pressing her back against the cold stone wall as a drunken pedestrian began to approach her. The man had a simple leer, eyes taking her shape in, and before he could utter a word she pointed the stick at him.

He looked amused, having never seen anyone point a harmless branch at him before, and chuckled drunkenly.

"Avada Kedavra!" the woman exclaimed, and a green jet of light was emitted from the slender tip. The man fell, lips still opened in mid-laugh, eyes staring unseeingly at the dusk-lit sky as he crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap. She strode over him, nearly stepping on him in the process, and continued walking on with an angered glint in her eyes.

Nothing was going to stop her.

Her feet carried her across the cobblestoned streets, the sun finally peaking around several buildings, leaving slender shafts of light in its wake. She strode on, a purpose to her step, and never meeting another person on her way. It seemed she was after something - or someone - and it was clear when she finally stopped at a small, boarded up shack that she found her destination.

She slipped around the back of the house, keeping herself well hidden beneath her cloak. Within seconds she found the boarded up door, and pointlessly tried the doorknob, which simply shook, but wouldn't budge. She cleared her throat, pointing her wand at it intently.

"Reducto," the door was blasted, splintered wood falling in fragments to the ground. At once she kicked them aside, covering her mouth with her long sleeve as she walked in, greeted by dust and mould which clung to the walls and ceilings headily. She trudged through the debris, trucking towards a lone desk, which was cluttered with papers and other odd paraphernalia. "Lumous," she whispered, the tip of her wand lighting up enough to read the untidy writing on the pieces of old parchment.

Her fingers fumbled through them, tossing the incorrect ones to the floor in her need to attain the right ones. She began mumbling to herself, whispering the words of what the papers said, wishing to find the right one, when the sound of wood shifting behind her made her freeze, breathing out a sigh as she felt the presence of someone behind her. It was odd, to have had enough experience to simply know when someone you didn't want to see was behind you, but she was so used to it that it didn't surprise her.

Nevertheless, she spun around, aiming her wand, but the second she did she was disarmed, glaring darkly as Remus Lupin walked into the room, smirking smugly. He silently placed the Incarcerous charm on her, and instantly she was bound by ropes, falling to the floor, eyes narrowing more sharply as the arrogant wizard walked further in, wand pointed at her, though loosely.

"Ava Parker," he stated, smiling. "What a pleasant surprise."

Accio Wand, she thought, watching it from the corner of her eye as it hovered gently above the ground, stayed idle for several seconds, and finally flopped pathetically back to the ground. She inwardly cursed herself, angry that in such a moment, she wasn't able to collect her thoughts enough to make it work. However, she had never got the hang of it, feeling jealous when she watched Voldemort cast several silent spells - wandless.