HI! This is a story that's been bouncing around in my head for a really long time. I have how it's going to start, and how it's going to end, but the middle at the moment is still a little crazy, so you guys will have to excuse me. It starts out as a TRjr/OC but it might change later on. So anyways, it's loosely based on the song with the same title, or more likely the OC is, but yeah. It will be worth your while. I promise.

And as I'm prone to do... if anyone at all has seen the anime Code Geass I picture Lelouch and Shirley as our leading couple. If you want to look it up, all you have to do is look up those names along with Code Geass and you'll get a picture of them. This is just the looks people, not the personalities. That's all... So without further ado...

Disclaimer: I hate these things. They force me to come to reality and say that I don't own the awsomeness that is Harry Potter. Oh well... you know I don't.

Breath No More

by theSeatedQueenintheSky

Chapter One- Innocence Is For The Weak

"Run."

It had been one word, but after being around the man for so long, she knew that the three letters held meaning. That that one syllable word was wrought with meaning. Even when he wasn't there to say it. It was more felt than heard. She dropped the files that had been in her hands, blue eyes going wide. The force of his strong command had shaken her, stopped her heart. Turning on her heel, she made her way towards the atrium, her Ministry issued robes billowing about her.

"Merryn? Merryn! Are you alright?" came a voice from behind her. She kept going however, the voice in her head urging her to live, to keep up her pace. To go to their safe place. People were milling about everywhere, words striking her like physical blows to the gut.

"It's over!"

"The Potter's dead-"

"He's gone, we're safe!"

"-war's over-"

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-"

"Dead!"

"Gone!"

"Over!"

"Miss Meismer!"

"Grab her! Hurry before she gets to the Floo!"

"Merryn! We can help!"

But she was too fast for them, sliding into the closing fireplace just in time for the flames to lick her out of sight. She tucked her body in, so none of her limbs could be grappled by the passing grates. Finally she landed in the one where she needed to be. Her breath was labored, hands shaking as she quickly moved around, grabbing suitcases and stuffing them to the brim with clothes. They were distractions. Running to the back room of the flat she quickly magiced a whole into the wall, grabbing a box and wrapping up the two wands that needed to be kept safe. How the one that was most important suddenly got into her flat was beyond her, but she knew what to do with it.

Her entire body shook, half in pain, half with the adrenaline that was coursing through her. He was gone, leaving her alone. She didn't understand what happened. How it could have happened. Hastily, she shoved the box, filled with the wands, important documents, and other things that she instinctually knew to add, and waved her wand. The whole filled with the wood that had been taken out. She turned just in time to see Severus come rushing in with Albus Dumbledore at his heels.

A strange part of her wanted to hiss, how dare he bring his worst enemy into his wife's home. But then she had to shake her head. Those weren't her thoughts.

"Severus," she gasped, moving closer to him. His arms immediately went around the young girl.

"Shh, Merryn. Don't say a thing, we're going to help you. Shh," he said quietly in her ear. Quickly the man added something in a voice so low she barely heard it herself. Her brown eyes flew to Dumbledore, and she began to shake her head. "You have to. Or you can count your soul to the dementors."

Just then there was a bang and aurors surrounded the girl, wands pointed directly at her.

"Step back Snape," Kingsly Shacklebolt said harshly, his deep voice ringing through the flat. Merryn had to keep herself in check, stop herself from lashing out at the aurors, from lashing out at Severus, from attacking herself. "Lower your wand, Merryn. Put it on the ground."

Merryn shook her head, eyes flicking between the group quickly. With a quick moment she snapped it and held up her hands, dropping the two pieces to the ground. Rather she did it, than let them do it in front of her. A sadistic smirk came to her lips and she tilted her head to one side. Quickly two aurors rushed her and had her bound. They roughly took her from the room.

"Be careful with her!" came a silken cry from behind them. "She's not a mass murderer, for Merlin's sake. She's just a girl!"

A laugh bubbled up in her then, erupted from her lips like a volcano spewing over. "You'll all die for this! All of you will rot when I return to power!"

The voice was nothing like the ladylike tone she had always used around all of the people present. They all stopped, looking at the girl with wide eyes. It was Dumbledore who calmly spoke.

"She is under a curse. Stun her, silence her, knock her out. But pay no mind to anything that leaves her mouth at the moment."

A hiss tore its way from her mouth, eyes that looked to border on red glaring at the old man. A sneer painted itself on her lips and Albus stepped forward, grasping the girl's chin. He stared at her for a long moment, eyes probing her. Then he let her go, and with a jab from his wand she fell into darkness.

A/N: Alright, so what did you think? Crit is welcome, Flames are not, reviews equal happy pills?