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Slanaighear Ofrail An Seangharra	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~*~ Home Again, Home Again ~*~

"Morrigan!" a sharp voice chided the raven-haired beauty who was standing in the center of the stone circle, exactly where the trio had buried Snape"s mask and cloak.

"Hush!" she hissed back. "Listen," Morrigan commanded with her ear cocked towards the ground. Crouched as low as she was, her long black hair cascaded over her shoulder and fell to skim the swaying tips of the green grass.

"What is that?" Brighid asked in confusion, dropping to her knees to hear better.

"That is good," Niamh affirmed, her tiny hands resting on either side of her grey-silk clad knees next to Brighid.

"Indeed," Morrigan confirmed.

"Ollathir!" Brighid whispered excitedly. "He sends a sign."

The three women grinned at each other gleefully.

"Perhaps there is hope "" Niamh dared to speak. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her silvery hair fluttered in the slight breeze.

"They have shown honor to us, to the old ways," Morrigan verified with a tight-lipped smile creasing her normally-stern face. "This is pleasing." She nodded to her friends as her fingers combed through the grass over the burial site.

"These three do," Niamh whispered.

"Will they see the sign for what it is?" fretted Brighid. "Always seeing what is there and not understanding ""

"It is what it is and will be what it will be," Naimh added cryptically.

"Orra will see but doubt. Aideen will see and believe. Kellyn will scoff but secretly believe. As always." Morrigan sighed as she stood, straightening her skirt.

"Perhaps," Brighid stated softly. "Perhaps this time will be different."

"Hope springs eternal," mocked the warrior goddess.

"Of course!" Niamh avowed, leaping to her feet, dancing back and forth, barely able to stand still. "Quick, friends, here comes Brighid"s one!" the tiny fairy goddess warned, poised for flight. "She will believe this time. His proof will be here for her hand to touch."

"Still " of all the things they"ve never seen yet believe "" Morrigan"s complaint trailed off as sheslipped into her crow form and flew to roost in a nearby tree while Brighid and Niamh slipped through the invisible veil to the outside of the stone circle, to watch, protected from mortal eyes.

"Our doubting Thomas," Brighid murmured to Niamh.

"Brighid!" chided the tiny woman.

"What? They can steal my name and make me a saint but I cannot use their own images to make my point?" Brighid chuckled mischievously as Niamh clucked and pointed to the end of the path.

~*~

"We"re going home," Orra announced to the worried-looking foursome waiting in the barren sitting room of Snape"s soon-to-be-former quarters.

Bill"s mouth dropped open as Orra strode past him towards the Floo.

"Home," she reiterated, staring at Bill deliberately, then glancing as Severus advanced into the room as well. He carefully carried Orra"s marking papers. Smirking at Bill, he too stepped past the flabbergasted curse-breaker.

"Well then, Severus?" Minerva looked at him with wonder in her eyes.

"You know where to reach me." He stepped beside Orra, who grasped a handful of Floo powder, threw it onto the hearth, uttered the words to take her to the Headmaster"s office, and disappeared into the whirling green flames. Snape followed suit, leaving the others to stare at each other in confusion.

"I never thought she"d "" Kellyn started.

"Of course she would," Aideen interrupted. She sauntered over to Bill. Standing on tiptoe, she patted the scarred side of his face. "You will come?"

"Aideen!" Kellyn spoke sharply.

"Shut it, Kellyn. We should try," the quicksilver blonde rebuked her friend softly with a wisdom stemming from depths unknown.

"Whatever," she reluctantly acquiesced.

"Not whatever, Kellyn. Listen to your heart for a change." Aideen stood on tiptoe to kiss Bill"s angry scar gently.

"Yes, dear," the grouchy woman acquiesced.

Minerva clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she hurried to the Floo as well. "I do not think that would be wise, Mr. Weasley."

"I"ll think on it," Bill offered in compromise.

"Bring your brothers," a now-playful Aideen added with a wicked smile. "I"d certainly like to meet them." She ran her finger along his jaw line, down his neck and rested it on his chest. "We could always just sit in the pub and drink pints until something else interesting " comes up "" Aideen winked at Bill, who chuckled, trying hard to hide his grin.

"I will consider it carefully," Bill finally answered.

"Do that," Aideen whispered, standing on tiptoe once more to place another soft kiss on the scarred side of his face. She held his gaze for long enough to make both Minerva and Kellyn uncomfortable. "Do let us try?" she pleaded quietly, for only Bill to hear.

"The next full moon?" he asked in clarification. Aideen beamed with triumph and nodded. She hummed into his ear, "It will be best. Strongest magic and all."

Bill reached his arms around the tiny form of the blonde woman he had so quickly become fond of, "I will do my best."

"The Blackbird," Aideen whispered back. "Three men " three women. I know we can do it."

"Alright already. I"ll be there." Aideen hopped up to hug his neck mightily.

Kellyn and Minerva shared a disapproving with Kellyn, finally shaking her head, and with a shrug of surrender, turned towards the grate.

"She is who she is," was the only explanation Kellyn offered to the new Headmistress. With a curt nod, she turned and gestured towards the fireplace as well. The four took turns using the Floo, arriving in the office to find it empty and Dumbledore"s portrait snoring loudly.

~*~

As Orra spun out of the Floo into her own cottage, she caught herself, and turned to wait for the green flames to spit Severus out as well. She glanced at the photo on her mantle, the one of Liam and her with their glasses raised in a permanent, silent toast to each other from their wedding, heads bowed together. She touched the glass-covered face with a tentative finger, the simple plain platinum band still adorning her ring finger.

Severus" entry startled her out of her momentary reverie. She looked up to him with tears shimmering in her eyes. She held her hands out for her marking papers, and he offered them silently. Orra lightly stepped to her desk to set the papers down. Pointing down at the door now open next to hers, she said softly, "I"m certain they put your things in the spare room there." She turned her back to him, steadying herself against the solid wood of her desk with both hands and bowed her head.

"Orra?" Snape moved forward hesitantly when she did not speak for an uncomfortably long time.

"After all of this, I need to be alone." She turned to face him, her tears freely flowing now. "Make yourself comfortable. This is your home now. I will be back in a while." With that said, she spun quickly and fled from the cottage, the wooden screen door banging on its hinges as she ran through it and towards the path leading back to her circle, her safe haven, leaving Snape standing in her cottage, staring after her with a completely unreadable look on his face.

Severus emerged from his new chambers, just as the entourage from Hogwarts barreled through the Floo connection. Aideen hurtled out of the grate first, nearly bowling Snape over in the process. He snatched a hold on her shoulders to keep her from falling. She regained her balance and hurried towards the kitchen to look for Orra.

"Where is she? What have you done?" Aideen screeched, flying at Severus in outrage. Easily, he caught her and held her at arm"s length. He snarled at her in surprise and a hint of fear.

This little Muggle was proving to be quite difficult to handle. With a deep breath to compose himself, he shook her gently then explained, "I did nothing. She wished to be alone," he growled angrily.

"And yeh let "er go?" Aideen continued with growing incredulity. "Eedjit, bloody fuckin" eedjit," she cursed him, then swiftly broke his grasp on her wrists with a surprisingly powerful twist.

"Come on, now! Yeh can not leave her out there all alone!"

Minerva stepped out of the Floo with a container in her hands and her lips pressed firmly together in grim determination, just in time to watch Snape hurry out of the room, following Aideen.

"What has he done!" Kellyn bellowed at the older woman.

"What hasn"t he done "" Minerva replied bleakly, while her fingers fiddled with the porcelain lid of the container she clutched close to her bosom.

Eyes blazing, Kellyn started for the door, then stopped abruptly, turning on Minerva.

"Is she in danger?" Kellyn demanded.

"From Severus " no." McGonagall shook her head. She met Kellyn"s gaze and shook her head again. "He would not harm her." Minerva took a deep breath and pulled herself up to her full height. "Here is more Floo powder." She set the jar on Orra"s mantle. Tipping the lid, she pinched a bit, and glanced at Kellyn over her shoulder. "You know how to use it " if necessary." She spoke firmly before tossing her own powder in and disappearing once more into the emerald inferno.

"Damn you, Aideen. We have to leave!" Kellyn cursed as she hurried after Aideen and Snape.

Orra nimbly sped through the trees, bursting through the shimmering air around the circle and fell to her knees at dead center. "What the hell?" she cursed, her fingers rubbing over the new stone she found there -- a white marble-like stone, streaked liberally with equal amounts of black and sparkling silver. "Where did you come from?" she asked the stone, her tears abating. "And right where we buried "" She paused to rearrange herself to sit cross-legged on the ground. "A sign?" She lifted her face to the heavens, not seeing the carrion crow that seemed to smirk at her from high in the branches of yew.

"Sssshhhh!" Aideen whined at Snape. "See there, there she is." She pointed into the center of the stone circle. A shimmery light seemed to hover over the stones that formed the border, but Aideen paid no heed. Snape"s curiosity was instantly peaked. "You watch over her," Aideen commanded him firmly before turning back towards the cottage. "Let no harm come to her here," she whispered softly. She made the sign of the cross, then fled back down the path. Incredulous, Snape alternated staring down the path after Aideen with peering into the shimmering circle where Orra sat on the ground.

Halfway back to the cottage, Aideen met Kellyn running towards her.

"I know," Aideen snapped. "We have to go."

"Damn straight," Kellyn groused, spinning to accompany her smaller, but speedier friend. They hurtled towards their car, Aideen nearly collapsing against it.

"Me Da is goin" t"kill us if we"re late."

"Well, get in then." Kellyn laughed as she opened the driver"s side door, slid into the seat and turned the engine over. Aideen mirrored her actions on the opposite side. The car sped down the gravel lane towards civilization with Aideen inside, her neck craned to watch out the back window.

"Do you think she"ll be okay?"

"She can take care of herself," Kellyn growled as she shifted gears.

Aideen settled herself into the seat to face forward. "Bugger! Damn Murphy is still sitting there," she grumbled, then began to chuckle. "He"s not sitting, is he?"

"Doubt he can," Kellyn answered with a wicked grin lighting her face as she downshifted, slowing to stop next to the uncomfortable-looking garda. "Wait here a minute, please?" she asked Aideen.

"Certainly."

Kellyn hopped out of the car and sauntered over to Murphy, who was standing rigidly straight with his arms crossed, scowling at her.

"Didn"a surrender the cause yet, eh?" Kellyn joked at him.

"I still think Richard will try to get to Orra," he spat, then added under his breath, "the witch."

Kellyn stepped closer to him, her grin gone, face stern and serious. Murphy paled and stood straighter.

"You"ll not be calling my friends names when I can hear yeh," she warned. "I"d think yeh"d be a little nicer, given your current itch predicament."

"Kellyn, my arse is on fire," he confessed quietly, discomfort written plainly on his face.

"Well, the fastest way to rid yerself of that would be to apologize to Orra. But, if you aren"t man enough for that, and yeh be wantin" the salve that will cure yer itch, you know where to be and what to do." She turned her body to hide her actions from Aideen then cupped his balls, hard. He jolted and squeezed his eyes shut. Huffing for breath, Murphy forced his eyes open to meet Kellyn"s forthright and unrelenting gaze. A very satisfied smile graced her pale face.

"Yes, ma"am," Murphy answered with a hint of a whine in his voice.

"Watch your tone, Murph." She rubbed his hardening member lightly.

"Yes, ma"am," he replied again with much more reverence in voice than before.

Leaning closer to him, Kellyn whispered in a sultry voice, "Good boyo."

She smiled, then climbed back into the car.

"Yeh really shouldn"a rile him more, Kells," Aideen chided her.

"No worries, Aideen. I can handle the garda." Kellyn winked at her as she glanced in her rear-view mirror at the still uncomfortable-looking man glowering after them.

In the protective depths of the trees, Snape watched as Orra sat in the grass, her hand stroking the smooth surface of a stone at dead center. As she seemed not ready to do more, and, feeling a compulsion to obey Aideen"s orders, he sank down into the grass as well, and rested his back against the largest yew tree in the group. The carrion crow above him cocked its blue-black feathered head and observed him quietly. A silver-grey dove landed gently next to the crow and both birds watched the wounded warrior as he watched the wounded woman.

The dove cooed softly at the crow. Below them, hidden in a thicket, a small doe peered curiously at the wizard. Her big brown eyes were as unreadable as his. The doe stepped on a twig. The sharp snap resounded through the clearing, revealing her hiding place. Both Orra and Snape"s heads whipped around to focus in the direction of the sound. As the doe stood frozen, caught in their sights, the crow cawed and took flight, drawing attention away from its compatriot, allowing her to make an escape. Orra slowly turned her head to face down the man she had asked to allow her some solitude. He, in turn, met her gaze with a steadiness his heart did not feel.

~*~
A/N: I believe I introduced you all to the Morrigan earlier. The new players, Niamh and Brighid, are her compatriots. They are women of the aes s"dhe, (ess see) goddesses, if you will. Niamh (ni-ev) is the Queen of Tir na nOg " the land of youth. She lost her husband when he left Tir na nOg and thus lost his eternal youth. Brighid is the goddess of fire, blacksmithing and healing. She is a daughter of Dagda. Olathir is the exhortation of the god, Dagda.

The yew tree has a long history with the Druids. They planted yew in sacred places. The yews were symbols of the Druids who studied "the mysteries."
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