The Chosen Two (Harry Potter X Reader) Years 1-7

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince Chapter One

Third Person P.O.V.

Blood-red and stormy. a vortex of clouds -- strangely ominous -- hangs high in the sky, flashing from within, as if about to rain blood over the city. the storm itself expanding and stretching out on all sides. We sweep madly over Charing Cross, leaving the Muggle world behind and swoop into Diagon Alley just as the front window of Ollivander's Wand Shop explodes. Witches and wizards flee. In the drifting smoke, Death Eaters appear, accompanied by a tall, sinewy beast of a man, Fenrir Greyback. With a casual sweep of his hand he sends a wizard flying and a witch screams. Two Death Eaters abduct a shrouded figure. Greyback grins, then Apparates, along with the other death eaters. Leaving Diagon Alley behind. 

The streets of London appear below once more, and then the river. Black trails -- the Death Eaters -- streak across the sky and then turn translucent as they encircle the millennium bridge. Pedestrians peer upward, bewildered, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. And then the bridge crumbles into the thames, the image horrifyingly beautiful, as is the sound of it, a roar, a wail, the last cry of a lion. 

Tall grasses toss dreamily in a slanting rain. An old mill lists like an ancient ruin against a charcoal sky. a dark figure, Narcissa Malfoy, materializes. As she turns for the town in the distance, another witch materializes, Bellatrix lestrange. Like a rat in a maze, Narcissa makes her way through a labyrinth of dilapidated brick houses. Bellatrix trails calling after her. "Cissy! You mustn't do this. He can't be trusted."

Narcissa responds to her nagging. "The Dark Lord trusts him."

"The Dark Lord is mistaken." Narcissa turns, shocked. Bellatrix looks shocked herself, rain running down her cheeks. "Or so I believe." 

"Well, who can one trust these days?"

Grim and dark, lit by guttering candles. rain drums the roof eerily. A knocker clangs. A squat man shuffles forth, something familiar in his gait. The door cracks, spilling sallow light onto Narcissa and Bellatrix. The sisters follow Wormtail down a narrow hallway. 

Bellatrix says blandly "He lives in this Muggle dunghill?" Wormtail glowers over his shoulder at her. 

They pass into a room where a man sits by the window running with rain, his face hidden by the Daily Prophet. On the front page is a Photograph of the millennium bridge crashing into the thames, but even more prominent is the silhouette of a young wizard and a headline: HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE? Young Wizard Destined to Kill You-Know-Who? The paper drops and Severus Snape eyes the women curiously. Snape addresses Wormtail without looking at him "Run along, Wormtail."

Snape fills the last of three goblets sitting on a the table nearest to him with wine. Narcissa speaks after a moment with no words yet spoken. "I've nowhere else to turn, Severus." 

Snape hands her a goblet, extends one to Bellatrix to which Bellatrix sneers with disgust. "You must be joking." 

Snape smiles faintly and brings the goblet to his own lips. Narcissa continues. "I know I ought not to be here. The Dark Lord himself has forbidden me to speak of this- "

Snape inturupts her at the mention of the Dark Lord. "If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you ought not to speak." his eyes shift. "Put it down, Bella. We mustn't touch what isn't ours." Bellatrix, with a Dark Curio in hand, glowers and sets it back down. "As it so happens I'm aware of your situation, Narcissa."

Bellatrix speaks up out of surprise. "You? The Dark Lord told you?" 

Snape does not address Bellatrix directly "Your sister doubts me, Narcissa. Understandable. Over the years I have played my part well. So well I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time." Bellatrix makes a scathing sound causing Snape to turn, eyes hard. "Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it."