This is where you left off:

"I have done as you commanded my Lord," Cyradis spoke obediently, "I could not kill Potter myself so I destroyed all that he held dear and forced him to reft away his own life. Your power has made me strong, my Lord," she looks into his eyes at this point, something that not even the most loyal Death Eaters dare to do, "but I am dying. I have distributed my power evenly and so that I may give birth to your child before my time of passing". She then proceeds to kneel before Voldemort and bow her head, holding the sword by the blade before her so that the Dark Lord could claim it once more. The sword that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin...
"No!" Harry screamed as he woke.

Remus started as Harry finally woke from his fitful sleep with such a scream. "Whoa, Harry, its alright. What happened?" he tried to comfort the boy, sitting on his bedside and handing him his glasses.
"Where is Cyradis?" "She is fine. There was still a lot of damage in her heart that had gone undetected so she is still seeking medical help, but she is well and misses you," he lies comfortingly. This was the story they had come up with to ensure that Voldemort did not get wind of Cyradis' disloyalty to him, however much he was loath to lie to Harry.

"I had a vision about her," his face is a mask of pain and horror and he closes his eyes as though it were too much for him. "She will turn evil," he whispers.

Remus hides his worry and fear, "Harry, I sincerely doubt that. She is, after all, a part of you and I would entrust you with my life".

Harry opens his ayes and stares at Remus, his pained expression not faltering, "You did not see what I saw," he shudders, "Voldemort will take her and when he does... when he does she will be the death of me!"

"Harry, we will not let him take her," Remus has taken hold of Harry's shoulders, making him look him in the eye, and speaks firmly yet not unkindly. "I would not let that happen".

Harry continues to stare at his father's best friend even after he releases him, "Thankyou," he croaks.

Remus looks at him sharply and found that Harry was barely restraining the tears that threatened to fall.

"It means a lot to me that you feel that way," he whispers, as though half ashamed to speak.

"Oh, Harry, there are many who would give their right hand for you," Remus wraps his arms around him.

"Yeah, and there are many who think I'm crazy and dangerous," Harry mutters bitterly.

Remus smiles sadly, "I think you'll find that things have changed considerably since your encounter at the Ministry of Magic".

They decided to leave the discussion of his vision until Dumbledore had arrived back from urgent business so, once Harry has refreshed himself and dressed, they both proceeded downstairs to the kitchen for some lunch.

"Where is everyone?" asked Harry, seeing that place seemed to be completely devoid of human inhabitants. "Well, the Weasleys are all staying at the burrow, except, of course, Percy and Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Strgis Podmore, Hestia Jones and a number of other members that you may not know are spying and keeping their eyes open at the Ministry, as far as I know. Mundungus is smuggling, as per usual, although, perhaps, being helpful in that way for once. Also, I believe, Moody is keeping an eye out at Diagon Alley and Snape is brewing some healing potions in case of another attack," Remus lied about Snape, of course, and it was killing him.

"Have you heard from Hermione?"

"She is doing fine. She actually convinced her parents to buy her some rather interesting Dark Arts books from Diagon Alley, the last I heard," he mused. They are silent for a moment as Remus prepares lunch.

"So, is anyone here other than us?"

"Ah, I believe Mr Diggory and-"

Harry felt a sharp gang of guilt and quickly tried to hide it from the werewolf, but to no avail. Luckily for Harry, Remus decided to drop it. There was no point to bringing up a painful memory, after all, and Harry had many.

MEANWHILE:

Cyradis had wandered from Yashi, Leshi and Snape as they heatedly discussed her. She walked barefoot to a towering, great tree that had to have been hundreds or even thousands of years old. She felt so alone without Harry and she longed to be help, or even for a simple touch from the living. Slowly, she slipped off a glove and reached out her hand to the tree. She sensed rather than felt that there was no evil before her but one could never be sure. She braced herself and touched the tree.

A powerful and wonderful sensation filled her. It started at her fingertips and, slowly, a warm, merry feeling had grasped hold of her. She felt as though she was floating on a cloud and her eyes drifted shut. She had the sudden urge to climb the magnificent tree, so she did. It was awkward at first and she kept slipping, but then she discarded both the gloves and climbed higher until she found a nice, thick branch to lie on and glimpse the cloudless sky through the dense braches of the dark rainforest. Cyradis knew not how long she laid there in perfect peace for the first time in her life but only knew that she was snapped out of her trance by a voice, "Nice up here, isn't it?"

She lifted her head up to see the male Dark Elf standing on one of the lower branches and watching her with amusement.

Cyradis smiled, "I have never felt such complete peace, as though this tree does not have a care in the world".

The Dark Elf smirked, "You have a gift, indeed, though I do not doubt that it may be more of a curse at the best of times. I am Yashi," he introduces himself, holding out a hand to her.

Cyradis flinches back but then sees that he is wearing gloves and takes his hand. Unexpectedly, Yashi pulls her from the branch and she falls. She holds her breath and tries desperately to grasp a branch as she falls, head first. She manages to hook her arm on a large branch but then her whole body swung around and she lost her grip. Luckily, there was not much further to fall and she was no longer going headfirst so she landed with a soft thud in a thick growth of vines.

Yashi lands lightly on his feet and heads in her direction with Leshi and Snape. At first they assume she is crying, then she turns to them and they see that she is laughing merrily, her face bright and careless though she has just fallen many feet from a tree.

"Did you hit your head when you fell?" Snape asked distastefully, giving her a dirty look.

Leshi smiled, "No, I believe she is truly happy for some reason or other, not senile".

"Indeed, she did speak of the tree making her feel... at peace," Yashi replied, frowning.

"Indeed!" laughed Cyradis, "The positive emotions of that dear tree are infectious and cannot be spoilt by a simple fall!"

"A simple fall?" Yashi smirks at Leshi, "I'd hate to kill her joy but I think it is high time for us to cure the addiction," he murmurs. They both remove their gloves and approach a still giggling Cyradis.

They both reach out a hand and Cyradis looks wryly at them, "Don't you know? I cannot touch you".

"Listen, we need you to be completely serious when we make our proposal so I'll feed you a relatively morbid memory and then you can come back to the world of normalcy," Yashi explains in a bored tone, "I can control what you see, otherwise you'd probably go insane at my touch".

Cyradis sighs, "I know I can come back to the tree whenever I am feeling lonely and lost". She reached out a shaking hand and briefly wondered why she was trusting a Dark Elf who had just thrown her out of a ridiculously high tree before she was plunged into dark memories.

"Railefelyor! Railefelyor! NO!!!!" A girl, no older than thirteen is being torn to pieces by a terrible, great beast. Its claws digging into her flesh and shredding her body to pieces while she still lived.

She neither screamed nor cried but with her last, dying breath, she spoke, "Raileeauyor!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Cyradis shouted out in alarm and snatched her hand back, "You call that mild?!"

"You weren't screaming and writhing on the ground," Yashi says emotionlessly.

Cyradis says nothing but takes a few deep breaths. It was very difficult to make her lose control and she quickly regained her composure, "You wanted to speak to me about something?"

Snape was staring at her. She had just done something that he himself was unofficially famous for. The Masking of Emotions. He shook himself from his musing. He reminded himself that he did not particularly give a damn about this foolish girl who was related to Potter and ought not to even look at her, lest she decide to give him some unwanted attention. Then he remembered one of the ways in which she could cheat the curse and a fresh wave of loathing made it all so much easier for him to hate her, not that he had a problem with it in the first place.

"You know of the curse that is upon you," spoke Yashi, "So far as we, the Dark Elves, know, there are three possible ways to trick your enemy. The first, and least advised, is to do nothing and come with us every night for the extremely painful transformation. Though, if we did not give you live, human victims each time you might attack yourself and eventually die an extremely painful death".

"People at Hogwarts would surely notice your absence if they knew what they were looking for anyway, so that isn't really an option," Leshi adds.

"The second option, and your most likely course of action, would be to embrace this curse, well, sort of, and become a Dark Elf like Belyaeltod," he nods to Snape.

"We would train you as one of us and would share our blood but you would still be cursed and there is no going back from being a Dark Elf if the curse is lifted," Leshi puts in helpfully.

"We, also, do not know all of the side effects of this particular Forgotten if we are to treat you with the particular potions and training that we are proposing to do," Yashi frowns, "Not many humans have been cursed this way and none have made it to our presence. There would be a lot of learning on our behalf..."

"But the third way," says Leshi with a note of morbidity, "would be to go after the Dark Lord and kill him, which, I deem, is an impossibility".

Cyradis hesitates. She could read Snape's feelings towards the second and most successful option and it made her feel terrible. Snape had obviously gone through a lot and had loved his Dark Elven siblings beyond understanding and it must pain him terribly to find out that he might have a new 'sister' to welcome, or ignore completely... "I need time to think," she said at last, her face a mask of doubt.

"Very well," speaks Yashi, "In the meantime, I will go and fetch your prey".

"What?"

"Oh, even if you chose the way of the Dark Elves, it would take about two days to complete the ritual and turning and if you do not have at least one human to feed on with each transformation, you would go insane and kill yourself," Yashi says cordially and smiles at the look of shock on her face, "Never killed, have you?"

"You'll get used to it," Leshi flashes a feminine smile and Cyradis is sure she sees fangs before both Leshi and Yashi dematerialise before their eyes.

Cyradis stared at the place where they had been for a few silent moments before turning to see the retreating back of Snape. That of a Dark Elf could only hear his steps as he sweeps away from Cyradis, his every muscle tensing with concealed fury.

Snape's POV:

Damn! I mentally curse every Potter in history. I know what Yashi, my illegitimate father, had shown her, for that memory has haunted my every waking moment for the past thirty years or so. Being a Dark Elf, I am immortal, and therefore do not age. In all actuality, I am about fifty or sixty. I lost track of the years... so many of them spent alone...
And now this damned Potter girl has to show up and Yashi and Leshi think they can replace Railefelyor and Yafeleltyorsor... I hate that pathetic child! She could never be a Dark Elf! Over my dead body! I can practically feel her eyes on me , watching me, smiling wickedly at me, reminding me... I know I am fooling myself but the thought that she is laughing at me behind my back makes it so much easier to loath her and yet so much more difficult to control my emotions. I need to get out of here!
I glide between the trees, leaving her well behind me. Touching nothing and I run like a feather is swept away by the wind; soundless. Then it is before me. I see it and I feel as though a piece of sharp ice has stabbed me in the heart, sending a shiver down my spine. This was where my beloved Railefelyor died and where I took my vengeance, if that was what you could call it. The whole thing was nothing but an uncontrollable slaughter.

FLASHBACK:

"Why can't you let her be? She loves me and you just cannot let us be together!" Yafeleltyorsor bellows in my face. This had been an ongoing argument for the longest time, ever since Railefelyor had kissed him.
"You are fooling yourself, brother, it is her own decision and you cannot persuade a flower to bud," I speak calmly back to him. I am the oldest after all and it is my place to guide them and be the one they look to for help. I was six when they found me, Yafeleltyorsor was five and dear, little Railefelyor was only three, the poor girl.
"She told me she loved me!"
"She loves you like a brother, Yaf, and that would be any being's blessing!" I smile at him, imagining Rai's rich, golden curls and pale blue eyes. Ah, bliss! She was quite the fairest girl he had ever seen.
"I will not stand by and watch while you go behind my back and brew her love potions!" Yafeleltyorsor is seething, locks of his dark hair falling over his slightly pointed face. "That could be the only reason she would kiss an ugly slime ball such as yourself!"
I can feel the colour draining from my face as my hands ever so slightly quiver with rage. Unluckily for me, he sees my weakness through my completely blank expression jeers, "Ersyor yasorelt Belyaeltod!"
NOOO!!! FOOL!!! I know I will transform at any moment if I do not let my rage go through physical force. He spoke those words that are my weakest point: Ye art Death! I scream in pain and swing my arm around heavily, knocking my brother back through the air. I am trained to keep from transforming unless the magical words are spoken but Yaf does not have such control as I do. I watch in agony as he transforms before my eyes. I am able to prevent my transformation and drop to my knees, exhausted.
Then Rai walks into the clearing and my heart skips a beat. Yaf has transformed into a large beast with enormous, great wings, resembling that of a bat's, and a snarling, hungry snout like a wolf. He lunges at Rai, claw tearing through her flesh and slitted, catlike eyes anticipating the spilling blood. NOOO!!! Rai does not scream. She is strong and endures the agony even as she is being ripped to pieces.
Her eyes lock with his, "Raileeauyor!" she speaks with her last dying breath.

I can only watch as the beast bites her head off, savouring her blood with madness. I sense Yashi and Leshi appear behind me but I do not care. They are too late and I was too weak. Finally, Yaf is able to fight off the beast and he turns back into himself. He takes one look at the lock of golden hair amongst the blood and gore and lack of a body and keels over, heaving her blood all over the forest floor.

I am numb. I cannot move. I don't know what to do or what to feel. Emptiness... I stand up. Yashi and Leshi are behind me and I know that they dare not approach me lest I lose control and transform. Just now I blame them. If they hadn't turned us, we wouldn't have become the monsters that we were and we wouldn't be killing one another. I approach Yaf. He raises his head slowly and looks at me with such pain filled eyes that I falter in my step.

How dare he? He has just stolen away the one thing that I hold so dear the one person I love with all my heart and he dares to look so incredibly pained and remorseful. I want to kill him. I want to watch him beg for mercy. I can feel the change coming. It is not the transformation but a different change. It happens when a Dark Elf is filled with such wrath that he is literally bursting with magical energy. I feel my ears tingle and become pointed and my eyes sharpen and brighten, not unlike that of a Vampire. Then my midnight black hair lengthens and my skin turns and even milkier white even as my fingernails elongate into claws. I bare my Vampiric fangs at him.

"Kill me!" Yafeleltyorsor begs, grasping the hem of my robes. I did not expect this. He begs for death and not mercy. I care not.

"Death has come for you!" I hiss heartlessly and swipe his head clean off of his shoulder with my sharp claws. As the blood spurts up into the air, I cup my hand and drink it.

END FLASHBACK

That was what made me turn. I killed people for fun after that. I left the guidance of my Masters and hunted for blood. I went so bad that I even joined Lord Voldemort and I will regret that decision for the rest of my life. Even now I am still cold to Yashi and Leshi for letting it all happen. And now they think they can turn this Potter girl into a monster like him without batting a lid? I will hate her and make her know what pain truly is...

END SNAPE'S POV

Cyradis finally finds him standing silently before a clearing where nothing would grow. She could practically smell the long past death and almost taste the blood. Even the trees looked mournful and haunted. She approaches Snape and walks around him so that she can face him. He is so deep and lost in his thoughts that he stares straight though her. She looks into his dark eyes and sees images flash through her eyes. She gasps and Snape turns on her, deep loathing flashing through his eyes.
"You were looking, weren't you?" he demands, snarling.

Cyradis stares placidly into his eyes and says, quite clearly, "Yes".

"Stay out of my life! Don't come near me again or I will-" he breaks off with a low moan and pain flickers briefly across his face. "Go away!" he managed to gasp out as he fell to his knees, trying and failing to fight off the transformation. What was going on? He was supposedly able to hold off the transformation unless some one spoke those dreaded words when he was emotionally unstable.

Cyradis reacts on instinct. She slips off her gloves and kneels before him, completely unafraid. At the same time as he screams in pain with the beginning of the transformation, she reaches out and touches his cheek. To Cyradis, it was like an explosion. A rush of over fifty years of unbearable grief and pain flood through her palm and gruesome images torment her mind. The next thing she knew, her entire body felt as though it was on fire and she screamed and writhed on the ground before all darkness took hold of her.

At the same moment, Harry's eyes turned completely black and so that the whites of his eyes were completely enveloped in a glossy darkness. He gripped the edge of the dining table, looking stricken, and his heart accelerated dramatically, causing for his breathing to come in gasps. He saw nothing but an empty void before him and heard nothing but the echoing screams of Cyradis as she transformed into the beast.

Remus had been eating some lovely sandwiches when Harry's eyes suddenly became dark. He gasped and stood quickly but Harry just sat there, his knuckles white from being clenched on the edge of the polished, wooden table. When he started panting as though he had run a great distance, Remus quickly goes to his side, "Harry?" he called, "Harry!" Remus tries shaking Harry's shoulder, but at that moment the table bursts into flames and he is thrown through the air, landing in a heap by the landing of the staircase.

The next thing Remus knows, Harry is screaming. Remus stumbles to his feet in time to see Amos Diggory frantically throwing freezing spell at the burning form of Harry writhing on the floor in obvious pain. When there is nothing but ice and, ash and scorch marks left of the flames, Remus and Amos go to Harry's side.

The boy is just lying there, moaning, with clothes so badly burnt that they were nearly incinerated completely in the blaze and shining, red burns covering his chest and arms and half of his face. Horrified, Remus scoops up the injured son of his best friend and used floo to reach Hogwarts infirmary.