Chapter 3
In Snape's mind something started appearing, seemed it were blurry words-thoughts "A gift", "The first christal of soul", "It is for you, my human».
The little things desperately trying to talk to him mentally.
Severus took a closer look and froze dumbfounded. On the empty desk there stood some mineral formation in a couple of inches tall. It looked like pale-pink gem, transparent and pure. The disgusting dissonance has been created by the black tine round rock with hole in the middle. That rock he was searching together with Lily.
Realisation hits him like a thunderbolt. It was...it was...
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Severus was running through his tiny lab feeling restless.
It turned out the chrystall was Potter' soul baby has sucked out of Potter alongside with horcrux.
It turned out that by some unthinkable means dementors were condensating souls because, naturally, to keep them inside themselves was just impossible so they had to somehow get rid of unnecessary cargo. Magic of these enigmatic creatures was allowing to make such amazing christalls, various in colours and value
The little thing was flying throughout the room carefree, like a small black ghost, peeking at all the corners, admiring the spiders in their cobwebs.
Like it wasnt he who has just created such a miracle
And what if...
Maybe it is possible to find Lucius' soul?
To have at least the crystall...
Severus tried to catch the little thing and he succeeded. That felt like he was holding chilly piece of finest smooth silk constantly sliding over his fingers.
Snape tensed, mentally sending his thoughts to little thing. He wanted to know how to connect with adult dementors and if it is possible to interact with them the same way he did with the baby. And ye - he wanted to call the little thing Darkness. If he doesnt mind it of course...
The unclear images were swarming in his head. Snape has received something like consent and promises to inform the father. And baby dementor liked the name, he was excited, as much as it was possible fof gloomy dementors to be joyfull.
Severus released the strange creature from his hands, wiping off the icy sweat from his forehead. But Darkness instantly slide under his cloak, to Severus/ chest there he liked to sleep. Exhausted potion master ascended to his bedroom to sleep as well.
He was seeing nightmares again. Potter's face transforming into Voldemort's, green flash from Snape's wand, bloodied iron maidens screeching with their rusted hinges, Pansy's histerical crying and Draco's laughter. Field of vision completely blocked out by shadow and Severus felt icy touch over his face