Chapter 31: Past Infractions

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Rolling Hills, Scotland...

Thrashing about with each step the ebony cloaked wizard took, Petunia Dursley let it be known that she had not been keen on being taken from her home against her will. The Sortiarius ignored her constant movements as well as her harsh words in favor of his continued travel. She had not been in the least thrilled to be in such a strange place and even less thrilled to see her childhood nemesis once more disrupting the life she had carefully obtained for herself far from the use of magical types like himself and her dearly departed younger sister.

"SEVERUS SNAPE YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" insisted the angry muggle woman still kicking and beating her balled fists against the back of the silent wizard that carried her draped over his shoulder like a baseless neanderthal.

The Sortiarius had continued to ignore her until he came to a lone hill amid many and unceremoniously dropped the difficult muggle woman onto her rump before looking her over with brazen interest. He could sense the familiar life force within her despite not caring in the least for the brazen woman before him.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS...INSANITY?" demanded Petunia scrambling to her feet and promptly dusting herself off as she glared into the face of the pale wizard whom had brought her to this strange place.

"Farah..." said the Sortiarius peering into the now frightened woman's very soul.

"S-Severus...I don't..." she began before being cut off by the bold wizard seizing her about the wrists and pulling her into a frantic and intensely passionate kiss.

Petunia had been quite caught off guard by the mere fact that Severus Snape, her childhood nemesis was kissing her and that he'd been quite good at it. Something in her seemed to respond and it unnerved her a great deal. She pulled back recalling her marriage to Vernon Dursley and slapped the pale wizard across the face.

Her reaction had shocked even her as she found herself drawing back in anticipation of Snape's soon to be unleashed wrath, but found that he had no such intention as he dropped to his knees before her seemingly sorrowful in the wake of her rage toward him.

The frightened and utterly confused muggle woman had not known what to do in the wake of the sorrowful wizard's actions and her own guilt at having used violence against him.

"Farah." he said meeting her puzzled gaze with his own sorrowful eyes. "What have they done to you?"

Petunia had been about to attempt to voice her concerns regarding the seemingly deranged wizard's sanity when she was further frightened by the unseemly glow behind his eyes.

She stepped back in a bid to put further distance between the two of them only for him to launch at her with his eyes still glowing and a strange black flame with a purple aura surrounding his ebony clad form.

"S-Severus Snape let...let me go this instant..." she began to protest struggling to get free of him.

"Exaudi me in hoc novo Kemora de Farah voco." said the voice of The Sortiarius.

Petunia Dursley continued to struggle for a few moment's before fear and instinct got the better of her and her own eyes glowed an eerie white before a surge of magical energy radiated off her slender muggle body and she managed to project enough force of will to push the ebony clad wizard off her and onto the ground a good few meters.

A growl escaped The Sortiarius as he scrambled to his feet a wicked smirk filed across his pale face as Petunia Evans stood before him a reflection of the woman whom had been his wife in the days long past.

"pe fende." she hissed narrowing her dark eyes, seemingly none too thrilled about being in the presence of The Sortiarius.

"Salvete ad vos diligunt." replied The Sortiarius still with the same wicked smirk as before. "Quod si ita est omne tempus, ut salutaret post virum tuum?"

"O furia, qui non vir meus." she hissed once more in disgust.

The Sortiarius seemed to have been quite enraged by her gall to insult him.

"You are little more than a shadow of the man you once where, Uriel." replied Petunia Dursley as her eyes continued to glow white and her rage became more evident. "A creature in much need of purging."

The fury that boiled within the being of The Sortiarius had come back to the surface as the memories of his greatest love became tainted via the enraged ghost of his past that stood before him.

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Hermione had been running as fast as her legs could carry her leaving both Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore to trail behind her as she made her way up the vast hillside where she had been sure she heard the echoing sound of magical conflict.

"We have to hurry." she insisted as she finally reached the hill top stopping due to outright shock at the scene of a battle laid out before her.

"Et hoc nomine uti dare conspectu meo!?" growled the ebony clad figure known as The Sortiarius.

"You are weak." taunted what Hermione believed to have been Petunia Evans despite the ivory attire and lengthy locks that fell at her shoulders a vast contrast to how Petunia Evans had looked prior to having been taken by The Sortiarius.

"W-What's going on?" asked Harry in confusion before getting a look at his Aunt. "A-Aunt Petunia?"

The Sortiarius turned his attention to the clueless boy another wicked grin spread across his pale face as he sought revenge for the transgressions dealt to him from the vastly distant past.

Petunia seemed to notice his intentions and raced toward Harry as Snape had rushed toward him.

Snape charged at Harry only to be tackled by Petunia whom had been intent on protecting the boy from the wrath of the monster that had taken the place of his father all those centuries prior to their current existence.

"YOU'LL NOT HARM MY SON URIEL!" she shouted enraged at his gall.

"You dare defend your murderer?" hissed Snape as a rather powerful energy blast hit him square in the chest and cast him a few meters away from both Harry and Hermione.

"SEVERUS!" shouted Hermione rushing toward him unsure of what to make of the further intriguing situation involving her wizard husband and his involvement with yet another apparent witch.

Petunia had been utterly confused as she noted the young witch's apparent devotion to the fiend that had been responsible for the murder of thousands upon thousands following her end when he laid siege to both his own and his father's kingdoms.

"Steer clear of Uriel foolish girl." she said in a rather stern tone. "He is little more than a monster given to shadow and grief."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the apparent woman whom The Sortiarius had traded his humanity to save during his time.

"If he is a monster that is because grief caused it to begin with." she said defending the man whom had been left unconscious following the brief battle with his former wife.

Harry had not known what to say as his Aunt Petunia made her way over toward him.

"Are you alright Aareon?" she asked in a kind tone with a mystifying fondness behind her gaze.

"I-I...my name is Harry." he replied unsure how to take his Aunt's concern for him given how she usually felt about him.

The almost angelic looking woman whom had been his Aunt Petunia simply smiled at him.

"Of course." she said softly before stroking his cheek.

"B-Before...He...he said you were sending dragons to attack him at Hogwarts." inquired Harry rather nervously. "W-Was it to save me from him?"

The woman whom had been Petunia Evans nodded before turning her attention back to her downed husband.

"He would have destroyed this world as he had our own long ago." she said not in the least thrilled about the actions of the one called The Sortiarius. "And worst of all he had done so using my name binding me to his wickedness in death."

"Be that as it may, Lady Kemora..." interjected the Headmaster Of Hogwarts once he caught up to them all. "He is merely a shadow of his former self and the man he inhabits...Severus is fighting to ensure this world...our world does not become ruled by darkness."

Petunia turned her attention to Dumbledore.

She seemed to be studying him for a few moments before quietly considering what he had been asking of her.

"Very well." she replied.

Hermione held Snape close to her unsure how she was going to be able to explain his newest set of scars once he had wakened. What had been even worse, had been how she was going to explain to him that Harry's Aunt carried the spirit of the wife of the sorcerer that inhabited him.

"Let us get back to Hogwarts." insisted Dumbledore not wishing to linger any longer and come to the attention of the death eaters possibly on the prowl.

With everyone in agreement, they did just that disappearing with various claps of thunder resounding in the distance.