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Kabal & L�sa
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Tenth week - June 12th - June 18th. - Something's cooking.

by L�sa

Thursday, Thebes, Egypt.

As the early morning sun rises over the plain, the large statue cries. It
hasn't done so for more than two thousand years, not since the Emperor Septimius
Severus - The African - made it stop by repairing the dent in the stone.

Two enormous statues stand on each side of what was once the temple of the
egyptian Pharaoh Amonhotep the Third's temple. Although there is not much left
of it anymore; it is only contours of weathered walls. The statues are not
artful or elegant, but rise from the plain; immense, their fronts blazing red in
the morning sun. They are not art, their impact are made by their size, the
force by which they rule the open space, the power of the myth belonging to
them, a myth ruling time.

Alone they stand. They are the portal to the vast nothing which was once Thebes.

The Greeks thought that the statues were symbolizing Eos, godess of dawn,
and her son Memnon. They belived that Memnon was crying for his mother and that
Eos, by the morning dew, was weeping for her dead son. Only the statue cried out
because of a fracture through the vast stone. But at the time no one knew and as
Septimius Severus had it repaired, it fell silent.
Tonks was happy. They had played tourists for several days in Luxor, visiting
museums and other interesting places. She had read about the statue of Memnon, the son of Eos, the
greek godess. He was murdered by Achilleus betwixt the Trojan wars. And she was
severely disappointed to discover that the statue didn't cry anymore. So much
for reading Historia Augusta. She should've tried to read something not
quite as old as the statues and something a bit more reliable as a source. And
now she was standing nect to the impressive monuments.

Her pleading eyes had been too much for Severus Snape to endure. Not thinking
of the implications he'd waved his wand discretely and, as the sun rose over the
plain, the tension in the stone made by the reopened fracture made it sing; a
tense, crystal-clear sound, almost like a scream containing indescribable pain
and longing.

'Oh, Severus! Thank you,' she almost cried herself, 'it is so sad. Poor
Memnon.'

The Potions Master sighed, regarding her with a stern and quite disturbed
gaze. He wasn't entirely sure if the small Auror suddenly would turn into
a sobbing romantic, a turn he wouldn't stay to witness. To avoid further
soppyness he grabbed her firmly and kissed her thoroughly. He hoped to redirect
her line of thinking before she was flying out of a definitely disgusting
pathologically romantic tangent.

Encouraged by the evident succes of keeping her un-soppy he sneaked a hand under
her short, pink shirt and grazed a puckered nipple. No bra. 'The little, wanton
tart,' he thought by himself, obviously forgetting the erotic wet dreams he'd
had for weeks. He was rewarded with her soft moans. Maybe they should find a
more ... confined ... place? Looking around, finding no other tourists close, he
held her close as he disapparated, apparating them right into the Weasley
residence's guest room.

It was late Thursday afternoon when somebody knocked at the guest bedroom
door.

'Severus, are you in there?' Bill Weasley's voice sounded a bit desperate.
'Have you seen Tonks?' he asked as he heard a grumpy sounding Severus confirm
his presence by a non-committal growl.

'She's in here. Not that it is any of your business, Weasley,' Severus
snarled, not happy about the now confirmed fact that he had Nymphadora Tonks in
his room, even though the reason she was in there was not confirmed -
yet.

'Eh? What's she doing in ther ...oh! Sorry!' Bill realised the possible
implications by Tonks' present choise of residence. He also realised he'd made a
severe mistake by further inquiries. Now Snape would be angry at him for an
indefinite period. Not good. 'It's just that Hermione Granger's parents are
coming to dinner tonight. I kinda hoped that you would both attend?'

Severus sighed. Would he ever have some kind of peace? And had the Egyptian
sun burned the remains of brain cells from the Gringott's employee's head? Inviting
the Grangers to dinner? Utterly stupid! He turned in the bed, releasing himself
from the tangle of limbs he'd made with the now sleeping woman. He'd much rather
stay here to explore exactly how many tiny piercings the Auror had. Until now it
had been a very satisfying experience, as he'd examined each one thoroughly,
especially regarding how much pain or pleasure the adminstrations of such
jewelery could bring his woman. And she had been subjecting to his shrewd
desires willingly. So very willingly.

'Severus?' Bill again.

'Have you got any assumptions that I did not hear you in the first place? Do
you mind to sod off, Weasley. We'll be there,' he almost shouted at the closed
door.

- o -

'Would you like more sauce?' Bill asked, rather embarrassed. The meal was
hardly adequate, making Hagrids cooking look like advanced cooking. Fleur
Delacour had many faults and her lack of kitchen skills was definitely one of
them. The only reason that the kitchen and the things made in it wasn't
overtaken by Bill was that he was even a worse cook than Fleur. Fleur's food was
the least evil. So much for French Cuisine!

'No! No, thank you!' A pained looking Mr. Granger was almost panicking.

He didn't look one who needed anything to eat at all; he looked like someone
who was rather sick. A mutual feeling, if one looked at the other guests. Fleur
just looked very distant and haughty. 'Just like Lucius when he had fucked
someting up severely,' Severus thought, irritated by being reminded of his
former lover. He forgot the nauseating feeling Fleur's cooking had created while
he considered how piercings would have suited the arrogant Lucius. Unfortunately
he would never get the chance to find out. Merlin, he missed Lucius! His only
equal. His friend. His lo...no. No. Not that. Not ever.

Severus looked at Tonks who managed to look positively healthy. Maybe she'd
just transformed her face into a neat, accommodating expression.

'By the way, we met that blond wizard ... what's his name? ... He's got a son
... he was together with him ... Malfoy .. yes ...'

Suddenly Mrs. Granger had the undivided attention of four anxious wizards and
witches.

'You met Lucius Malfoy where?' Severus' voice was harsh.

'In Romania; a city called Dr�gasani.That's where we visited one of the
Weasley sons.'

'Oh NO!' Tonks couldn't be still. 'Charlie...' She hid her face in her hands,
and it was evident that she cried.

Severus looked at her, disappointed by her outbust. He hadn't thought about
what she could possibly see in him, but he had thought that the crush she'd had
on Charlie was just a crush. Of course he could no nothing but feeling anxious
about what could possibly have been happening to Charlie, too. Tonks ...
Nymphadora was another question. Now was possibly the time to withdraw from her.
It had been too good to be true anyhow.

'Calm down, Nymphadora,' he snarled. 'Control yourself! We'll talk to Albus
later.' He tried to get the girl to understand that they could not act openly in
front of the Muggles; even if they had a rather thorough knowledge about the
crisis of the wizarding world.
Thursday evening, Charley Weasley's cabin, Romania

Charlie was quite drunk. He had Saturday off and he'd decided to get himself
extraordinary pissed. He was getting there quickly; the Romanian wine was tasty
and he'd already consumed more than one bottle of the spicy tasting fluid. It
wasn't easy to get a hold of Ogden's in the wilderness, but the local wine made
an adequate substitute.

He felt like he missed something. Not that his life with the dragons was
empty; he had a great life, really. But the tiny Auror had moved him. He was
putty in her hands. Not that it had meant anything in the sack, he liked her,
she was a natural submissive, a pleasant girl, doing his bidding.

As he thought of her, her softness, her moans, her warm, wet cunt, he sneaked
a hand down his trousers to relieve his stiff prick.

Outside the cabin several wizards were waiting.

'Now, Mr. Malfoy?'

'No, Macnair. We'll wait. We're appropriate and well bred. Let the man have
his pleasure.'

But Macnair didn't wait. One should have thought that the time in Azkaban had
taught him patience. Before Lucius could prevent it, Macnair burst into Charlies
cabin shouting several hexes. Even with his hand and mind occupied Charlie was
too quick. Probably the dragon-taming had made his reflexes fast, very fast.
People tended to be like that working with the large creatures. In a second he
was dodging the spells, drawing his wand and jumping out the window. Macnair was
almost as quick, only not especially lucky.

As Macnair went outside the late evening sun suddenly dimmed and a thundering
storm broke out. Macnair looked up with his one eye, trying to determin what was
happening, only to look directly into the glowing eyes of a very angry Norwegian
Ridgeback.

Norbert had come to the rescue.

A magnificent outburst of fire hit Macnair, leaving his skin severely burnt
and his hair and beard charred. He fell to the ground, screaming, clutching his
burnt body. A sweetish stench of smoke rose in the air. Lucius felt sick. Well.
It was Macnair's fault. All bad things come to he who cannot wait. Calmly
the Death Eater pointed his wand at the fleeing Weasley. 'Imperio!' he shouted.
�Hold it, Mr. Weasley'

Then he turned to Norbert, silently motioning to Draco that he needed help to
hex the large dragon.

'Petrificus Totalus,' he said quietly, as Draco sent his hexes as well, both
wizards watching the
enormous animal stiffen and fall after being hit many times. It hit the ground, making the earth tremor.

Charlie stood, waiting for Lucius' command.

'Do you mind to return to us, Mr. Weasley?' Lucius Malfoy asked in a velvet voice,
knowing that he would in no way be contradicted. Charlie wasn't happy about it,
that much was clear, but he had no choise but to submit to Lucius' request.
Lucius walked over to Macnairs body, the unlucky wizard wasn't dead yet. Lucius
considered if it was worth anything to keep the idiot alive. Voldemort would
probably be furious if he lost Macnair. Suddenly his contemplating was
interrupted by a loud pop. The rat ... Pettigrew apparated in front of him.

'Pettigrew ...,' he snarled in disgust at the fat little man.

'Mr. Malfoy,' the ratlike gnome replied, ' I am taking Weasley to our Lord.
Bring that,' he indicated that he talked about the sad remains of
Macnair, 'to the house and try to heal him.' Pettigrew grabbed Charlie and
disapparated, leaving a fuming Lucius. Not only did Voldemort's pet rat steal
his thunder, but he had also talked to him as if he was a servant. The day had
finally come, where Lucius had had enough. No one - neither Pettigrew nor
Voldemort - had the right to talk to him - Lucius Malfoy, of many
generations of the finest, pureblooded wizards, as if he was a house-elf. Anyone
who had ever tried had ceased breathing rather suddenly. Or eventually met an
unfortunate destiny.

Lucius just shrugged at Macnair, leaving the wizard to his destiny,
and disapparated.
Friday, just past midnight, Hogwarts

'Albus? Are you there?' A head appeared in the Floo in Dumbledore's office.
'Damn it , Headmaster!'

'Severus, what is it?' Minerva answered, 'he's not here.'

'We have a confirmation that Death Eaters are gathering in Romania - in the
village where Charlie Weasley lives nearby.' Severus told her.

'How...'

'Grangers. They met him. He had Draco with him. They are on the hunt,
Minerva, and they are going to use Weasley to flush us out of hiding.'

'No, Severus. They will use Charlie to flush you out. They don't care
about Tonks.'

'Neither do I. Can you remove her from my sight and send me another
baby-sitter?' He sounded extraordinary grumpy.

'We've talked about that, Severus. No. You know I can't.' Minerva was certain
that something was terribly wrong between Tonks and Severus and she would
definitely not ask the Auror to come back to Hogwarts. They had to sort out
their differences. They were grown wizarding folk. And the only other
possibility was to send Ronald Weasley. And that would make the Potions Master
even grumpier.

'What are you going to do about Weasley? It seems prudent to investigate if
anything has happened to him. Incredible that no one is able to think straight
in this school,' he barked, not knowing exactly why he was so angry.

'Calm down, Severus. I'm sure Ronald can handle the task.'

The only answer Minerva McGonagall got was an irritated snort as Severus
Snape withdrew from the floo.

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