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Un Désire Dangereux COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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XIV. International Magical Cooperation

Later that morning, Severus and Vivienne met with Dumbledore in his office,
not only to go over what had happened the day before in the Hog's Head, but also
to see what information Severus had obtained while at the Death Eaters' hideout.
Vivienne listened intently as Severus warned Dumbledore of plans to assassinate
Scrimgeour and install Pius Thicknesse, who had been Imperiused, as the new
Minister. He glossed over the torture he had received, simply stating that
Voldemort had been none too pleased at the news that three of his Death Eaters
had been apprehended. As his story drew to a close and their eyes turned to her,
Vivienne found herself not wanting to relive those moments from the day before.
So mad was she that Severus had to suffer for what dregs of information he could
bring back, that people like Bellatrix Lestrange should find acceptance and even
revelry among peers who were as barmy as she, or that their entire philosophy
condemned the lives of millions of people simply for an incidence of birth, that
she could not sit still any longer. Standing abruptly, Vivienne strode over to
the fireplace, wringing her hands at the madness of it all. And wondering... As
quickly as she could, she rattled off the story again.
"I see," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. Vivienne spared a glance at
Severus, who smiled thinly as he reached for her hand to comfort the obviously
distraught witch. "Then I suppose I should congratulate you both. It
appears your curse is broken, my dear."
The two glanced somewhat sheepishly back at the old wizard before looking
back at each other, the truth plainly evident on their faces. Remembering the
idea that had been plaguing her a moment before though, Vivienne frowned again.
"Dumbledore," she began, thinking out loud, "I am fully aware
how you feel regarding anything of dark origins in magic. But why have you or
the Ministry never considered or attempted to bind his magic? Or draw it out of
him, even if it meant going against his will? He, the ringleader of this sick
pack of dogs? Were we to make an example of him, drain him of every ounce of
black magic he could produce, the rest would be easier to round up, would they
not?"
Severus simply stared at her for a moment, "what magic is this? How in
the world would we begin--"
"This has only been done once before. It's a very old magic,
Severus," Dumbledore said, still gazing intently at Vivienne, "but one
that would require him to be cornered as it were. We would, in effect, have to
know his whereabouts, and though Severus knows, there is a Fidelius Charm upon
the place. He cannot tell us."
Severus looked despondently back at Vivienne before she uttered a shocked
gasp. "But that is--she did say--that is...is he not at the Manor? The
Malfoy's manor house?"
Severus started, standing bolt upright and looking completely aghast.
"By god woman! She told you?"
"That is where she said they were taking me. 'Back to the Manor.' Is he
not there?"
"Yes," he said lamely, "yes, he is. She must have been his
Secret Keeper. Why in the world would he do such a thing? He, who trusts no
one."
Dumbledore, rose, looking triumphant as he strode over to the fireplace.
"No matter why he did it, foolish as it was. Apparently he mistook her
utter slavish devotion for a lack of arrogance. But the thing can be done.
Severus! Who is at residence there at this time?"
"Er, besides the Dark Lord... Pettigrew, Dolohov, and Narcissa."
"And the protection he has about the place?"
"Now that the Fidelius Charm is broken, merely an anti-apparition spell,
anti-portus spell, and a magic detection spell at a radius of a kilometer
out."
Dumbledore rested a hand on the mantle as he gazed into the fire. "Then
they would not be able to leave by portkey...unless he lowers the enchantments
himself, which would buy us time. We will have to use an anti-disapparition
spell as well and go in already in position. Likewise, we shall have to prepare
to be bombarded when he summons any Death Eaters to fight when he detects us
moving in... We will need a rather large stone..."
At this point he was merely thinking to himself, yet he turned to face the
two still seated, a light of jubilance upon his face. Fawkes gave a trill of
song as he turned back and leaned in, tossing a handful of Floo powder into the
fire.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley. If you would be so kind as to inform Rufus that I
would like to speak with he and Gawain Robards," Dumbledore said, his head
appearing as though it were engulfed in green flame. "I believe I have a
way that at last we may work together on a rather important matter. Thank
you."
With that, he pulled his head back out of the flames and brushed himself off
before settling again behind his desk and conjuring two more chairs. Within
minutes, the flames erupted again to emit both Rufus Scrimgeour and Gawain
Robards. Dumbledore wasted no time in apprising them of the situation and their
tentative plan. Both men sat for a moment in contemplative silence.
"We will need to disconnect the Floo network from the manor, of course,
and I should like to see if the French ministry can afford us any more Aurors," said
Scrimgeour thoughtfully. Yet already his face was set determinedly and alight
with what Vivienne was sure he felt was imminent victory. "If there is
nothing else I may help with, gentlemen, lady, I will get back to the office.
Robards, I shall remain there this evening and expect you or a senior Auror to
brief me as soon as you can."
"I will get on that, and round up all our Aurors and brief them as to
the plan. Dulac, if you would, perhaps contact your Ministry and see what other
reinforcements, if any, they may part with for this evening."
"Of course, sir. If I may, my father is now retired, but he would
certainly help out if need be."
Robards nodded curtly. "We shall need all hands. Make he and any others
aware that we will rendezvous one kilometer south from Malfoy Manor at
approximately seven-thirty this evening. I shall send young Weatherby through
the Floo with appropriate maps to aid in apparition." He nodded once more
before striding stone-faced back through the fireplace.

***

Throughout the rest of the morning, preparations were well underway. In
addition to two more visits from Robards and Scrimgeour to iron out the final
plans, Vivienne was pleasantly surprised when her father Flooed back through
with her after she came to ask for his help. He secured two more old Auror
friends of his, Louis Blériot and Bernard Clairvaux to assist. She was
surprised further still when Severus greeted him.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Dulac, je vous en prie," said Severus, striding
forward to shake hands as Vivienne sputtered behind him.

"Moi aussi. Guillaume Dulac, s'il vous plaît. Severus, non?" said
Vivienne's father, smiling at the man he had heard so much about.

"Tu parles français?" she asked incredulously, looking from her
father back to Severus.

"Mais, bien sur," said Severus with a smug grin. "Je travaille avec Albus Dumbledore. Il parle des
centaines des langues. J'ai dû apprendre quelque chose."

Vivienne could scarcely contain the urge to stamp her foot in frustration at
the number of times he had harassed her about lapsing into French. Before she
could make a retort, however, Severus and Guillaume Dulac were well into a
spirited conversation.

***

It was nearing sundown hours later, that Vivienne, Tonks, Severus--who had
been entrusted with Gryffindor's sword-- and Dumbledore walked across the school
grounds in the fading light. Dumbledore had entrusted Minerva with running the
school for the rest of the evening and had stationed Molly, Percy, Bill and
Charlie around the castle and within Hogsmeade as an extra precaution. As soon
as Dumbledore's group exited the gates, they were met by Proudfoot and Dawlish,
and together they all apparated to the rally point. The game was officially
afoot.

Hagrid and Grawp, both unable to apparate, traveled by portkey to the
location. Grawp had been entrusted to carry a rather large boulder made of
gneiss, specifically because of its porous qualities. It was the stone which
would absorb the magic and, as it was earthen, would help to neutralize some of
the darkness. No sooner did they all arrive just outside the one kilometer mark
then they found Robards already instructing a large group of where exactly to
apparate. The rest of the Aurors and Order members, plus a Hit Wizard, Alastor
Gumboil, were to surround the four main wizards needed for the spell. As soon as
he made the assignments, Dumbledore addressed the crowd, as he and the other
officials had decided it best to show solidarity through the mission.
"Thank you all for coming and supporting each other in this
endeavor," he said, as the men and women fell silent. "It is
absolutely imperative that we proceed as thus: myself, along with Arthur, Lupin,
and Dawlish, will apparate to the northernmost point, followed by Kingsley at
the east, Moody at the south, followed by Severus at the west. All of them have
been familiarized with the spell and will proceed through it no matter what else
goes on. It is of the utmost importance that they be protected until the deed is
done. Once finished, should they need to assist as well, they will do so. You
should be prepared almost as soon as we apparate in to be inundated from behind
with Death Eaters, as he will most certainly summon them to his side once he
realizes what we're about. I will be placing an anti-disapparation and anti-portus
spell each on the grounds within the one kilometer radius before we fly in. He
will not be able to leave, and will likely lower the enchantments to allow the
Death Eaters to move in--which will allow us access as well--yet as soon as the
other spells have taken effect his magic will be extracted and he will no longer
pose a threat. Worse will be his men come to defend him, and that is where you
all come in. Given the wide scope of the circle, to help us close ranks, the
house elves of Hogwarts have endeavored to join us. As there are hundreds of
them ready to fight, that should suffice. We start as one, one kilometer out,
and move in as one toward the apex. Are there any questions before I
continue?"
Silence, a few headshakes.
"Now, once I give the signal, we fly in. Everyone has a
broomstick?" All those present nodded or raised them above their heads.
"He will surely be lowering the enchantments to allow himself out as we
come in once he realizes he cannot apparate away, so be ready to hop on and ride
to your destinations. By the time he can, however, it will be too late."
Vivienne wondered briefly what Voldemort was doing at that moment, completely
unaware of the group that was readying themselves for a stand so close by. With
a wave of his hand though, Dumbledore urged the groups to split according to who
was going to be guarding which member of the circle. She moved to flank Kingsley
with Proudfoot, Tonks, and Williamson while other Aurors and Order members stood
with Dumbledore, Moody, and Severus. Any others remaining would be filling out
the circle as they all apparated to their destinations. For a few tense minutes
after they arrived at the spot, all she could hear was their breathing as they
all stood with their brooms hovering, watching the sun's last rays sliding down
in the west. All of a sudden, red sparks flew in the air to the north and they
launched themselves onto their brooms, streaking toward the Malfoy estate. The
foursome dismounted quickly, tossing their brooms aside as Kingsley took his
position, wand raised. Vivienne and the others fanned out beside him and could
now hear Dumbledore's voice off to the right. She raised an eyebrow, ready for
anything, as a set of curtains twitched at the second floor window.
Dumbledore raised his wand, holding both arms above his head. "Extrahe!"
he commanded, raising his hands even further into the air as if conducting a
symphony. A great black mass, as a dense mist with a single swirl of gray, rose up above the white stone
manor. The earth under their very feet began to tremor as wizards began
apparating in. Suddenly house elves swarmed around them, seemingly out of
nowhere, separating the
circle from the intruders, Grawp let out an almighty roar as he dropped the
boulder near the center of the circle and began swinging
his huge arms, knocking aside Death Eaters left and right. It appeared Voldemort
had lost his chance to fight by lowering the enchantments to allow his
reinforcements in. His magic was coursing through the air above the house. "Transfere!"
screamed Shacklebolt, directing the mist with his wand toward the boulder, which
cracked as Yaxley rushed toward the circle, only to be fended off by a very sober Winky. With a snap of her fingers he
was hoisted into the air and his wand swooped into her tiny hand. "You is a
bad bad wizard!" she said, conjuring a cane branch and swiping at him like
a piñata. Vivienne watched tensely as part of the circle while around her
Aurors and Death Eaters alike slashed and flicked, hurling curse and
countercurse. Dawlish and Williamson rushed by to aid Proudfoot, who was
fighting three at once. One, a huge blond wizard, was lifted off his feet by the
force of a curse as she saw her father run past, taking him out from behind. A
flash of green caught her peripheral vision as she saw Greyback fall to the
ground at Gumboil's feet.

Meanwhile, the mass was swirling, funneling over to the stone and seeping
into it. The fight continued in earnest all about the four wizards as Vivienne,
sensing the need for more diversion, spun, siphoning the water from a nearby pond
with a flick of her wrist. "Gelare!" she shouted as with another
flick, the streams of water hardened to blades of ice the size of stalagmites
and sung through the air toward each Death Eater. Behind her the last dregs of the murky
mist leaked into the boulder, turning it black as Moody shouted,
"cape!" the fissure in the stone closed. Finally, Severus raised the
blade, slicing into the scarred rock exclaiming, "obsigna!" In
unison the four of them shouted, "in
persona nobilis et fidelis!" At their words the stone and sword glowed gold,
fully defusing the evil enclosed there and sealing it in before the fissure around the sword
closed, trapping it solidly. He gave one
tug, then nodded resolutely. It was stuck fast, as was the magic contained
therein. With that, he and the other members of the circle spun on the spot and
joined the fray.

Notes:

Guillaume is the French equivalent to William. I named Vivienne's father
after William the Conqueror (of Normandy). Louis Blériot was the first airman
to cross the English channel, and Bernard Clairvaux was a monk/soldier who led
the second Crusade. Now for the translations:

"Bonjour, Monsieur Dulac, je vous en prie." = Hello,
Mr. Dulac, it's a pleasure/pleased to meet you

"Moi aussi. Guillaume Dulac, s'il vous plaît. Severus, non?"
= And I as well. William Dulac (of the lake, if you must have it all
translated), please. Severus, right?

"Tu parles français?" = You speak French?

"Mais, bien sur. Je travaille avec Albus Dumbledore. Il parle des
centaines des langues. J'ai dû apprendre quelque chose." = Of course.
I work with Albus Dumbledore. He speaks hundreds of languages. I had to learn
something.
And the Latin:
Extrahe, from extrahere (to draw out); Transfere, from transferre (to transfer); cape, from capere (to hold, contain); and obsigna, from obsignare (to seal up). The one Vivienne uses is gelare (to freeze). In most cases (except Vivienne's), I just conjugated the verbs, so it's not the infinitive.
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