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A Magic Beyond All We Do Here	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Ten

Sharing

Mundanes and
Muggles and what constitutes magic

Sinestra and
OMC

It was early
winter, 1941, in a dark place � a very dark time in magical Europe.� Sidra was furious at herself for trapping herself in a place with only one way in
or out.� She could apparate and save herself (if the members of Grindevald�s Death
Squad upstairs hadn�t already put anti-apparation wards on the house), but that
would leave half a dozen children to be tortured and maimed and eventually killed.�
She heard the door open.� These children had already survived Death Squad
attacks by knowing when to not make a sound, they even stopped breathing.

�Do yer
smell it mate?� came a woman�s voice honeyed and dripping with sarcasm.� �The
mudpups has pissed theyselves.�

�Ain�t all
mudpups� came a coarse mans reply, �they�s one that�s nigh onto bein a fully
growed up girl.�

�Well youse
kin have some special time wid the big girl, so long as I kin see the lights go
out of her eyes when you�re done wit er!�

�Lumos!� two
wand tips flared with pulsating light.

Sidra�s mind
raced to a plan, she had to wait until the second set of feet descended to
about eye level.� As the heavier man�s foot was just about to reach the next
lower step she cried �Diffindo!�

The cutting
curse slashed across an Achilles tendon.� The Death Dealer howled in pain as
his foot gave way and he fell forward onto his partner tumbling them both down
the stairs.� The lights went out, but the man still held onto his wand and he
fired curses randomly in all directions hoping to hit his attacker.� Sidra
tracked the end of his wand and shouted �expeliarmus!� which caused the
wand to fly out and into a dark corner.

Sidra took
two steps back and whispered �lumos� to light the dark basement; what
she saw was the ugly man was hobbling toward her with alarming speed.

�Ahm gonna
rip yer guts out you lil� bitch and use em to . . .�

She never
heard what he was going to use them for because as he grabbed for her wand hand
she cried �diffindo!� and made a slashing motion across his neck.� His
eyes went wide with disbelief as his severed jugular spurt his life�s blood all
over her, the children and the basement.� She repeated �lumos� with just a
little more emphasis so the tip of the wand glowed more brightly.� She saw the
female Death Squad member at the base of the stair, her head at an impossible
angle.� Her eyes, open and staring, tracked Sidra with an accusatory stare.�
Her mouth moved but no words came out.� Her neck was broken.�

Sidra had to
get the children out of the cellar and to a place of safety, but they wouldn�t
move toward the base of the stair where the woman lay glaring.� She grabbed the
woman�s cloak and dragged her away from the base of the stair.� The movement
was enough to finish the job the fall has started and the woman�s eyes clouded
over in death.

�It�s
alright kids, you can go up now; she can�t hurt you.�

But the
children were still frozen in fear; they had witnessed slaughter.� They had
seen two people butchered and the murderer stood there covered with blood,
still holding the weapon that had been wielded with such deadly efficiency.�
They were, in short, deathly terrified of Sidra.

)O(

She spoke
softly to Charles and Amber, �so you see Dears, I know exactly what you�re
going through.�

�How do you
get over it?� he asked, hopefully.

�You don�t
get over it, you hope by God and the Goddess you never get over it because that
makes you one of them,� she spat out the last word, �what you can and
must do it put it behind you.� It happened, they didn�t live to tell the tale
but you did.� Be thankful you have each other for a while longer and cherish
the time you have together because no one knows really how much time they
have.�� Sidra was shocked to hear that she had repeated what Charles had told
her yesterday (was it just yesterday?).

Charles
arranged for the remainder of the week off, President Fowler having been
apprised of the situation by a plain clothes detective who explained that the Norwood home had been invaded and that Charles and Amber needed some recovery time.� Oddly
enough, Jack Corey had come up missing around the same time.� Sally was nearly
hysterical and dreaded the sound of the phone or doorbell, knowing someone was
going to tell her what she already feared was true, that Jack wouldn�t be
coming home.

Selene had
the idea to use Charles� talent to help them get past the incident.� Songs of
peace and love and comfort together with the companionship of friends, old and
new, were helping the Norwoods and the Sinestras make a remarkable recovery.�
By Saturday night Amber was ready to go back to her own bed, of course it
helped that �Daddy snores like he�s sawing logs, very large, very noisy logs!��

Selene made
her farewells and headed back to Scotland shortly after which Sidra trapped
Charles in the bathroom.� She poured a healthy dose of bubble mix in the tub
and started the water.� She then proceeded to methodically remove his clothing,
one article at a time; placing strategic kisses as she went.� Just before she
relieved him of his pants he said �wait, what about Amber?�

�She�s
reading and we�ll be very quiet.�

As she
pulled his pants down and he stepped out of each pants leg, his erection
bobbing enticingly in front of Sidra�s face he stopped her again �what about
Selene?� he asked.

�She left
with a month�s worth of potion; she�ll know when to use it.�

Speech
became impossible after that as she completely swallowed his erect member so
that his pubic hair tickled her nose.� He groaned his appreciation and began to
rock back and forth as she easily took the entire erection with obvious
enthusiasm.� As they settled on a rhythm he started thinking of a melody, and
the words seemed to fit the situation perfectly as he remembered them:

Gonna
find my baby, gonna hold her tight

gonna grab some afternoon delight.

My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.

Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.

She
whimpered as the magic enfolded her making her need him even more, her humming
and squealing added even more stimulation to the fellatio so that he couldn�t
hold out for very long and started shooting into her mouth and down her
throat.� Meanwhile her own need was building, she pulled him down so that he
was sitting on the bathroom rug she stood allowing him to reach up under her
skirt to pull her lacy shorts down (over her garter belt and stockings this
time) she sat on the edge of the tub when she remembered two things.� One, the
bath water was still running, and two he had a magic tongue.� With great effort
she turned off the water before they flooded the townhouse.� Then gave herself
over to his ministrations.�

Meanwhile,
back in Scotland.

Selene
poured herself a nice hot scented bath and had just started lighting candles to
place around the tub when she felt the familiar warmth and wetness in her sex
that meant her twin was about to get a leg over.� She reached for the potion
bottle and removed the cap then thought, �why not?�� She recapped the still
full bottle and settled herself into the tub.

Sidra felt
relaxing warmth enfold her even as Charles brought her to climax with that
incredible tongue; she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out.

Selene had
no need to be quiet and howled her orgasm with reckless abandon.� As she
started to come down from her peak she dipped two fingers into her wet heat to
keep herself � and Sidra on a nice plateau, waiting for the next peak.

�Oh Goddess
what are you doing to me?�

�Whatever my
lady pleases� answered her lover

�It pleases
me to shag you senseless on the floor!�

She placed
several thick towels on the tile floor and rolled one up for him to use as a
pillow; he lay on his back on the improvised bed with his member perpendicular
and inviting, he chuckled and remembered �coitus tower,� meanwhile he continued
remembering the lyric from the 1970s:

Thinkin'
of you's workin' up my appetite

looking forward to a little afternoon delight.

Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite

and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

�Goddess
what is he doing to us?� Selene cried as her entire body flushed with
desire.

Sidra
pounced on Charles� erect member taking him inside her in one smooth stroke,
then leaned forward to kiss him in the deep soulful manner that they had both
come to love.

She levered
herself slightly forward and up so that he could pound up into her with long
deliberate strokes.

Eight
shallow, eight deep, eight slow, eight quick.

She smiled
as she came down from yet another peak and asked, �Eight beats to a measure?�

And he
replied without breaking rhythm, �eight to the bar!�

Selene had
emptied half the water out of her tub thrashing as she was; back and forth, up
and down as she climaxed over and over and over again.� When she had the
presence of mind to crawl out of the tub and at least half-dry herself she clumsily
fell into bed to wait for the next wave of pleasure.�

�Oh
Goddess,� she thought aloud, �Charles Norwood I think I love you!�
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