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All standard disclaimers are in place. JKR owns it, not me. I am, however, borrowing the characters, save Olivia. I plan to put all my toys away when I am finished playing with them.
The Long Journey Through Night~
Chapter 23~

Thunder rolled through the lightless cavern as the heavy iron disk dropped into place, effectively sealing Olivia below the streets of London. Pressing her fist hard against cold lips, she choked back the screams that longed to follow the deep echoes vanishing into the distance. Olivia had never experienced terror on a level such as this. Not even her flight through the Forbidden Forest had been able to reduce her to such a state of immobility.

The ward protecting the entrance to the sewer was a modest reflection of that which lurked here below. Olivia felt as if her heart would burst; as if it straino fro free its self from her body and ascend the ladder to pound at the barred exit as it now pounded at her ribs. Gulping breaths gave way to child-like whimpers as hot liquid trickled down the insides of her thighs. Every horrible bedtime story Olivia ever heard rose now to taunt her. The things that lurked under beds, behind half shut closet doors and down unlit cellar steps reached out to snatch her hair and pinch the soft skin under her arms. Creatures of her adult nightmares advanced upon her unseen to whisper their deeds, foul and disgusting in her ears, polluting her heart and her mind until Olivia mashed scrapped palms to her head to block out the sounds. She whirled from them in the darkness, seeking escape. They were everywhere, all around her, pulling her down. The dark closed over Olivia like black water, filling her mouth and throat. She couldn't be sure if her eyes were open or closed for all was ebony ice.

The voice that had bid her descend into this hellish pit seemed to have taken flight. No spectral utterance came to guide her steps now. No invisible navigator spoke to steer her along the way. All that existed here was fear, deep, foul, soul-numbing fear. Sinking to her hands and knees, Olivia felt her body spasm painfully, retching until she had nothing left to give. The dry heaves robbed her of air and gratefully, she sank into unconsciousness, her last thought, a silent plea.

"Help me!"

Awareness returned slowly, as if she floated upwards through chill water. Above her hovered a blue-white light. The closer Olivia came to awakening, the brighter the light glowed, until her eyes were smarting from its brilliance. Rolling her head to the side brought her no respite, for the light followed. Groaning, the begrimed witch pushed her torso upright, attempting to shield her eyes and discover the source of the beacon at the same time. The sickening fright that had robbed her of consciousness moments ago seemed to have receded. It was still there, pacing restlessly along the light's fringe; angry, hungry, but held at bay by the steady glow.

"It hurts my eyes." Olivia managed a croak, her throat raw from retching. The incandescence mellowed somewhat, as if a shutter had been closed. Eyes watering, Olivia peered around her fingers at the fist-sized orb hovering before her. Try as she might, Olivia could make out no one directing the globe. It floated independent, bobbing slightly as if on a gentle wave.

Staggering to her feet, Olivia braced a hand against the damp cement wall. "Who's there?" The light followed her as she stood, darting around her body, up and down, leaving Olivia with the impression that she was being inspected. Attempting to track the orb's path proved impossible as it fluttered and buzzed, like a flaming Snitch. The flashing ball finally came to rest inches from her face and Olivia reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing over its warm surface. The little globe seemed to take pleasure from her touch for it elongated and leaned into the contact. Olivia felt the blood and grime around her mouth crack as her lips parted in a smile. " Are you alone?" She inquired of the ball. As if in answer, the light shot up the length of her arm, made two passes around her head before settling gently in her palm. "Just me and you then. Well, I am glad you are here. I am not as frightened as I was earlier. Thank you."

To her surprise, the glow from the orb took on a rosy tint and the tiny light whirled and danced in her hand. Leaning away from the wall, Olivia held the globe higher using its light to investigate the tunnel. There were only two directions available, up through the sewer hole or onward into the dark. The threatening shadows still snapped and snarled along the edges of the protective circle created by the glowing ball, but they held no terror for her now. The silver-blue nimbus pushed them away from their intended prey and inside the glow, the ward could not touch her.

Lowering her hand, Olivia inquired of the orb, "Where are we to go now?"

Immediately the light shot off down the tunnel, leaving Olivia once again in darkness. The ward closed in, intent on reclaiming her and Olivia cried out her distress. The blue-white light re-appeared, flashing like lightening to perch on Olivia's shoulder. She could almost feel the anger radiating from the tiny being directed at the things that waited in the gloom.

"You are going to have to take it slower. I won't be able to keep up if you insist on dashing along like that." Olivia felt instantly remorseful as the orb shrank in size and lost some of its silvery glow. "It's ok, really. You were just excited. Lead on. It seems I am in your�er, hands." The light expanded and snapped to attention. Olivia was convinced that if the ball had possessed hands, right now it would be saluting her smartly.

Taking up a position above the young witch and slightly ahead, the light moved forward, shoving the darkness aside like a glowing snowplow. Olivia followed, picking her way carefully around the stagnant pools of water.

Time lost all meaning there in the safe glow. The pair wended their way through the dank tunnels until Olivia lost all hope of recalling her way. Hours may have passed. Olivia had no way of knowing.

The light carried on unerringly, never pausing at junctures, never hesitating before turning to take Olivia along a narrower, older shaft. The roof here must be closer to the surface; Olivia mused, for the shattered ceiling was criss-crossed in several places with the knotty roots of trees. The air became warmer and dryer, holding a musty sweet smell, reminding Olivia of the reptile houses in Muggle zoos. Olivia's burning calves gave testimony to the fact that the floor had gradually been rising upwards. She was about to ask her glowing escort for a rest when the tiny orb stopped. Surprised, Olivia began to question her guide, but then noticed a metal door fixed low into the tunnel wall. The door was approximately one meter square and secured by a metal bolt that slid into a rusting latch. Her slivery usher bobbed near the sealed portal before flicking to Olivia, only to return to the door where it hovered expectantly.

"I am to go in there?"

The orb bobbed rapidly.

Hesitantly, Olivia squatted by the bouncing ball and slid the bolt free. The door swung open on silent hinges, revealing a short crawl space that ended in what appeared to be someone's hallway. From where she crouched, Olivia could make out a filthy floor and rotting wooden paneling. The reptile odor was stronger here and the air moving past her skin was hot. On hands and knees, Olivia crawled swiftly through the short tunnel and out into a dilapidated corridor. There were no windows, but a ruddy glow filled the hall and threw flickering shadows along the rotted walls.

Olivia turned to the crawl space. Her shining guide hovered by the door, making no move to follow. "Are you coming?" She asked.

In answer, the orb moved backwards and the metal door softly closed, making no sound. Olivia watched as a bolt, twin to the one she had opened, slid into its latch. Sighing, Olivia rose. Seems I am to go on alone, she told her self. Glancing first one direction then the other, Olivia decided to investigate the source of the eerie light playing along the floor and walls. It appeared to be a blaze, and a large one at that, considering the amount of heat and light it provided. If it were a fire, where was the sound? The corridor remained silent.

Cautiously the witch stole forward; her rubber soled shoes making no sound on the ratty carpet. The air moving past her like a desert wind was scorching. It quickly dried the sweat that appeared on her body and Olivia could feel her lips becoming parched and rough. Worse than the heat was the smell. The musty reek of serpent filled her nostrils and she could taste the foulness on her tongue and along the sensitive spot at the roof of her mouth. Olivia cast about for the source of the odor, half expecting the floor to be crawling with snakes.

The corridor she traversed was not long and ended abruptly at a gaping hole torn in the existing wall. Olivia stepped into the largest cavern she had ever seen. The heat was greater here, for in the middle of the chamber a monstrous pyre burned. The fury of the blaze terrified Olivia.

It did not burn like an ordinary fire.

It raged.

Towering upwards, it exploded silently, then whirled in on its self like some maddened beast. Seething and snapping voicelessly, the fiery storm surged and tore at its self as if bent on self-destruction. Surrounding the silent conflagration stood several slender pillars, their forms all but erased by the flame's glare.

Intrigued, despite her fear, Olivia moved closer. Something about the pillars called to her, a familiarity in their shapes pulled hard on her curiosity, until she was within a hand's breath of the closest.

It appeared to be a statue of a young woman covered from bowed head to foot in a deeply cowled cloak. Bending slightly, Olivia peered into the face. It was a young girl, no more than twelve or thirteen, her stone features remarkably life-like. Even the hair had been cunningly sculpted to fall realistically over her brow and cheeks. Amazed, Olivia touched a finger to the cold cheek. Without warning the statue's eyes opened and glared at Olivia with an unholy light.

Olivia's scream filled the cavern and bounced frhe che ceiling hidden in lofty shadow. Falling backwards, she scrambled away from the living statue, her heart thundering in terror of what she had just seen and afraid that her horrified yell had alerted whatever foul demons were dwelling in this hole.

Her mind implored her to lethisthis place, begged her to flee, but something held Olivia back. There was something here she needed to learn. The voice that had initially directed her descent into the sewer had spoken of a purpose, and until she discovered that purpose, Olivia could not force her self to go.

Swallowing her fear and revulsion, she approached the statue once more. The eyes were closed, and this time Olivia made no attempt to touch. Carefully she observed each figure in turn. They were all female. They were all young. There were nineteen in all. All draped in flowing cloaks covering their bowed heads. They were placed in a circle about the raging fire, facing outwards. The arms of each were outstretched, palms up. They formed a barrier between Olivia and the silent flames. Moving from one to another, Olivia felt tears filling her eyes only to be blown dry by the scorching wind.

With sickening realization she addressed them softly, her voice strained. "You are my maidens."

Olivia circled the flame and its guardians once more, her heart breaking while her resolve hardened. She approached the child whose eyes had shocked her so, fearlessly placing her palms to the maidens cold cheeks. The eyes flared open, but as Olivia continued to hold the child, the glow dimmed and tears flowed over Olivia's hands. "Tell me your name." The grieving witch whispered.

In her mind a small voice answered. "Evelyn."

Pressing her lips to Evelyn's stiff brow, Olivia whispered again, "Forgive me, Evelyn. I did not protect you. Please forgive me." The terrible eyes closed and Olivia felt a trickle of peace seep into her.

Releasing the child, she moved to the next. There she repeated her request�

"Terri."

�and her plea, "Forgive me. Please forgive me."

"Dawn."

"Patty."

"Joyce."

"Cynthia."

On around the circle Olivia moved, touching each child, speaking their name, begging their forgiveness.

"Kimiko."

"Emily."

"Sandra."

"Jenn."

The list of names went on. She touched each one, blessed each one with her kiss.

Bits of peace and strength flowed into Olivia as each child absolved her of blame. Anger also flowed into her. An anger that cried outirstirsted for vengeance, hungered for release. Her circuit complete, Olivia raised both fists to the vaulted ceiling, calling out in a loud voice, "I make this vow. I will find the one who blasphemes my name with your murders. I will bring down his foul altar! I will topple stone from stone and extinguish his unholy flame!"

" I was so hoping you would be pleased."

Olivia whirled and looked straight into the face of Hell. The presence of the victims behind her pulled the witch's shoulders back and caused her last words to burn with fury.

"And upon that day, into the hands of mine maidens shall I deliver the murderer. Under their feet shall I cast him. Then will their mourning cries turn to shouts of joy as the blasphemer is crushed beneath them."

Silence fell between them. The only sounds, the moving of the super heated air flowing from the chamber and the scraping hiss of scales on stone as a monstrous snake undulated over the stone floor to circle about Olivia. Peripherally Olivia noticed three figures slipping through the shadows, maneuvering to places themselves in strategically. All three had drawn wands.

Voldemort's laugh was high pitched and cruel as he cast back the wide sleeves of his robes and applauded mockingly. "That was truly lovely, my dearest, truly. Are you by any chance in the theatre?

Olivia remained silent. It was not the chilling voice of the Dark Lord that struck her dumb, rather it was the sweet whisper in her head that stilled her lips and caused her head to ride proud on the slender column of her neck.

Olivia, heed me. Lend me thy tongue. I speaketh through thee. Thou hast not the strength to best this fiend. Yield unto me thy will.

Outwardly, Olivia's head bowed in submission and laughing loudly in triumph, Voldemort strode forward to snatch her body into his cold embrace.

Instantly, Olivia grabbed at the control of her will. She struggled wildly against the demon that would hold her, the voice of the goddess unheard as fear and revulsion overwhelmed her. Kicking and clawing, she fought her self free, running blindly toward the opening in the wall that was her exit to freedom. She did not hear a reedy voice screaming out a spell.

"Crucio!"

Olivia hurtled to the stone floor, fire roaring along her s, ss, spreading its torment to every cell in her body. Feeling as if her limbs were being pulled from her body, Olivia screamed in agony.

"Wormtail, cease!" Voldemort roared at the balding wizard standing over the thrashing Olivia.

Instantly the fire left her body, but its residue remained, whispers of the pain flared along each nerve ending and Olivia curled into a ball, whimpering.

Olivia, the gentle voice chided. Thou MUST yield to me. Give up thine will unto my hands and all will be well. Fear not if the serpent touches thy body, for I am with thee. I am thy shield. Rest but a while. Be thou still, my child.

"Yes". Olivia whispered, and immediately the pain left her body. She was still very much aware of her predicament, still knew that she lay on the hard stone floor of Voldemort's lair, but now it was as if she were watching a play unfold. The eyes that took in the room and the robed figures that were moving towards her were her own, but now her perspective was skewed. She was now an observer.

"Wormtail," Voldemort spoke chillingly. "You realize, do you not, whom you have cursed?" The question hung on the air with a charnel house reek.

"Yes, my Lord!" Wormtail whimpered. "For�forgive me, my Lord. She meant to flee. I� I sought to stop her."

"It is not MY forgiveness you should be seeking, but that of your Lady."

Olivia's hair was tangled in a cruel grip and her body hauled upright. No sound escaped her lips and the face under the dried tears and dirt was calm, composed. Voldemort snaked his other hand about her waist, his fingers digging painfully into the tender skin of her abdomen, but still she did not cry out.

"Beg forgiveness from your Lady, Wormtail." Voldemort ordered the cringing wizard. "Perhaps she will with hold her grace and punish you as is fit and proper for one who is to be MY WIFE!" The last was a bellowing scream, reducing Wormtail to a huddled mass on the floor.

Weeping, Wormtail crawled to Olivia's feet. Placing his shaking hands around her ankles, the sniveling man kissed the filthy tops of Olivia's shoes.

"Forgive me, my Lady! I acted without thought! I am a fool to have caused you pain! Have mercy on me, please. Punish me if you will, but do not with hold you forgiveness!" His words spent, Wormtail fell into a storm of heartbroken weeping, his hands still clutched about Olivia's legs.

"Remove thy hand from about mine body, snake." Olivia spoke coldly over her shoulder to Voldemort, her eyes never leaving the crying man at her feet.

"As my Lady wishes." The Dark Wizard laughed. His arm fell from her waist, but he ripped the other hand through her hair, causing her head to snap back sharply. The bundle of elasticized cotton that had been holding her hair fell unnoticed to the ground.

Without pause, Olivia knelt before the shivering Pettigrew. Taking his face between her palms, the goddess lifted his eyes to hers. "Peter, I forgive thee fully for the harm thou hast brought to this body. Fully and without reservation, do I forgive thee."

Peter's face froze at her words and then quickly crumbled like sand. He threw himself into her embrace. Sobbing and babbling, he clung to Olivia, his fingers twining into her hair and the hem of her shirt.

"Ah Peter. Thy mother didest spend many an hour in stepping my well, her tears uncountable as stars. Long did she lament for thee, her son. Thinking thee dead, her heart was sore. Peter, why dost thee hide away from the world?" Her fingers gently stroked the weeping man's nearly hairless head.

"It is my fault, my Lady. My fault!" Peter wailed. "I betrayed James and Lily! I faked my death when Sirius confronted me with my crime." Peter's eyes gleamed with his torment as he gazed into ia'ia's compassionate face. "I killed all those�"

"Enough!" Voldemort screamed. Stooping, he clutched Olivia roughly by the upper arm and hauled her to her feet. Peter continued in his whimpering and groveling until a sharp kick from his master sent him scurrying away, a beaten dog.
His clawed fingers biting into her elbow, Voldemort led Olivia to an ornate chair near the altar. In a mockery of courtesy, he bade her sit and magically summoned another seat for himself. Voldemort arranged his robes elegantly about his body then leaned back gracefully, propping his chin on one leathery, black hand. "My dear, I am wondering what brings you here at this time? How did you find my home?"

Olivia regarded the monster before her calmly before turning her head to follow the progress of the remaining two figures in the chamber with her and the demon in red. "Thy disciples?" She inquired, turning green eyes back to Voldemort.

The dark wizard chuckled wickedly. "Yes, yes. That would be the proper word for them. Now, you have not answered my questions. How came you here? What is your purpose?" Eyes like embers glowed fiercely.

"It is not thy place to question me, snake." Olivia responded in a firm voice. Voldemort's eyes widened at her words and two gasps from the hooded figures behind her were quickly cut off.

"Mine purpose here is mine own. Thou wilt do well to chain both thy dogs and thy anger, for neither will serve thee at this time."

With an impatient flick of his withered hand Voldemort shooed his followers away. They retreated into the gloom but no further.

"Thou seekest mine vessel across the depth and breath of this land. To what ends dost thou search?" Olivia inquired, one eyebrow raised in question.

A long, foul sigh escaped Voldemort. Leaning forward he made to take one of the hands she rested upon her knee. A single warning glance stayed him and he scowled. "I would make you my bride, my Lady. With you will I find true bliss. I know it to be true. I have read it in the prophecies of Surinim, seen it in the wheeling of the stars. Even you know it is ordained. It is why you are here now, is it not, in this incarnation, this vessel, as you name it?"

"I too know the prophecies of Surinim. Speakest thou true in that the stars do move apace to an ordained meeting. Yet our courses are not sealed. Thy true purpose thou attempts to hide from mine sight, but hear me, viper, all secrets will be revealed to me ere I submit mine vessel unto thee and thy devices." Olivia's voice hardened and took on the tone of command. "Speak true, demon! What are thy plans? Thou seekest a bride? To what purpose?"

Fighting to keep his lips unmoving, Voldemort hesitated. Then Olivia's voice rang like a massive bell through out the cavern.

"Speak!"

"It will be the rite of De novo-conceptis!" He shrieked.

"Thou wouldest destroy mine vessel to achieve this end?" Olivia asked.

"Bah! What concern is that to me?" Voldemortffedffed. Rising from his chair he snapped his fingers. Instantly a grubby house-elf appeared bearing a tray with one goblet. Snatching the cup, Voldemort drained it in one long pull before tossing it to the ground. "Fill it!" He snapped. The elf popped out of sight and reappeared again in a blink, a newly filled goblet wobbling on his tray.

Taking the goblet, Voldemort returned to Olivia. "What concern is it to you, my Lady? I use this body you so generously provide, it dies, so what? I will have my new body, born of my own flesh, filled with the powers of the three waters and you are free to go on your way unencumbered by this fleshly shell." He glared at her over the brim of his goblet.

Olivia stood before him moving her hands down her body. " She is mine vessel. I have a care for her. True, the vessel's death is mine release, but the birth of any offspring will bring an end to her purpose. Wouldest thou use her so unkindly to further thine own ends."

"Yes!" Voldemort hissed. "I will kill her and a thousand more if that is what it takes. Her screams with be my birth cry as I tear my self from her womb fully grown and in possession of your strength!"

"Just as thou hast slain these children here?" Olivia spun indicating the ring of maidens circling the flames. Slowly she approached the figures and laid her palm on the head of the first. "Her name is Evelyn. Didest thou slay Evelyn?"

"I did. Would you like to know how?" Voldemort gloated evilly, placing his now empty goblet on a small side table.

"Pray, tell."

"It is a form of the Dementor's Kiss. Not only do I drain the soul, but the very essence of what makes up LIFE! With each virgin I drained the altar grew higher, stronger, until that dawn when the flame burst forth and I knew, KNEW you were ready for me!" He moved closer to Olivia, stretched out a wasted hand but she moved on to the next maiden.

"She is Terri. Didest thou slay her as well?" She stroked the image's bowed head sadly.

"Damn you woman! I killed them all! They were delicious! Their fear added just the right spice to the moment." Striding quickly to Olivia Voldemort grabbed the front of the filthy t-shirt, pulling her against his chest. "I will have you now." He growled, running his fingers into her hair and pulling hard. " Your lovely, silken hair will be the cord I use to bind you." Tangling his hand into the knotted strands he tilted her head back. Lowering his face he bit at her exposed neck and along her shoulder. Receiving no response, he ground his teeth into her skin and blood joined the sewer grime down the shirt's front. Hungerily, Voldemort wo his his other hand under her shirt, groping for the fullness of her breast.

"My Lord! Watch out!" The hoarse cry caused Voldemort's head to snap up. Screaming in fear and fury, he cast Olivia from him for the silent forms surrounding the altar were advancing upon him. Their eyes glowed with unholy anger, their mouths stretched wide in silent screams. Their once smooth, youthful cheeks were now sunken and the hands reaching greedily for him were tipped with dagger-like nails.
Olivia stood serene, protected in the midst of her maidens. "Didest thou believe thou could force me into submission? Thou art a fool! I am Brigit! The Goddess of Three Waters. The Unbroken Vessel. I hold a rod of iron in mine right hand, the holly branch in mine left. Thou thinkest to come upon me as conqueror? Fie on thee! Thou shalt kneel before me in supplication in the fullness of time. That time is yet to come. If thou shouldest press thy suit this day, thy plans will surely crumble."

"Not the time? NOT the TIME?!" Voldemort bellowed. "What is this you speak of, 'the fullness of time?'"

"Thomas, thou ever were the slackard. Didest thou not study the tomes? Didest thou not seek out the wisdom of the ages?" Her tone was coldly mocking. "Return to thy studies, viper! Like the lazy cow, thee must lick thy calf twice to gain what others would have gained at once!" The voice that flowed from Olivia rang with authority and strength. "The date and the time for our final meeting is yet to come. That mystery is thine to unravel."

Voldemort growled low, his anger rolling out in rising swells. "Time I have, my Lady. Books and access to knowledge that would sear the minds of other wizards are mine to command. If I must, wait I will. I am not to be put off by a simple prophetic riddle."

Bidding her maids return to their places, Olivia smiled icily.
"Thou hast forgotten mine Champion? Thinkest thou the only suitor for the hand of this vessel? Her destiny is seet tet the course may still be altered. A child will she bear, but whose?"
"A problem easily solved. You shall remain her until�'the fullness of time'. You will be my guest. Now that I have found you, I will not release you." Voldemort folded his arms over his chest, a smile creeping over his lipless mouth.

Olivia tossed back her head, laughter dancing around the room like sparks of sunshine. "Thinkest thou wilt hold me here? Thou hast no power over me save that which I grant to thee. Only at the appointed time will the choice be made, not be."e." This said, the woman closed the distance between her self and the dark wizard. Gazing but a moment into his red eyes, Olivia shouldered her way around him and strode purposefully to the exit.

A horrible hissing from Voldemort summoned Nagini, the massive serpent slithering quickly to block Olivia's path.

"Doest thou love this creature?" Olivia inquired without turning.

"She serves a purpose. I suppose you could say I am fond of her."

"Remove her from mine path. No desire have I for killing or causing distress."

Voldemort laughed. "All the better. Your compassion shall be your undoing, my dear."

Turning slightly, Olivia regarded the chortling wizard before once more facing the monstrous rept Nag Nagini had taken the opportunity to raise her body high from the floor and now her eyes were level with those of the woman who calmly returned the stare.

"Wouldest thou die for this twisted demon, mine sister?" Olivia softly questioned.

In reply, Nagini opened her mouth wide, displaying saber-like fangs and the bulging sacs of venom filling the pearly white maw.

"So be it." And lifting her hand, Olivia cried, "Die!"

Branches of blue-white fire sprang from her fingertips and engulfed the snake's wedge-shaped head. Instantly the serpent's entire form was bathed in flame. Rolling and convulsing the snake thrashed in silent agony. In the span of two heart beats the animal lay still, a smoldering trail of charred skin and bone.

"What have you done?!" Screamed the Dark Lord. "Stop her! Curse her if you have to, but do not allow the bitch to flee!" Wormtail and the two remaining acolytes sprang into action, curses flying from their extended wands. Ducking, Olivia darted for the exit and dove thorough the breach in the wall.

Behind her, Olivia could hear the pung wng wizards and over the sounds of their running feet the harsh screams of the enraged wizard.

"Release the Dementors! Set them upon her scent! She will not escape my hounds!"

"Dementors!" Olivia screamed inside her head. "He has Dementors! I have to get out. Get out!"

"Peace, Olivia. I am with thee and�"

"No! Get me out!" Terror nipped at her heels as Olivia struggled to regain control of her body. The goddess's gentle pleadings went unheard as Olivia ran headlong down the wasted corridor, desperately searching for the crawlspace that would take her back he she sewers.

A fired curse exploded near her head, blasting away the rotting wood paneling. Skidding to the floor, Olivia thrust out a hand.

"Expelliarmus!" The wand, warm from its wielder's touch flew to her grasp. "Convectus!" She cried and the chamber behind her filled with a raging whirlwind. Bits of carpet were ripped from the floor. Long stersters of paneling popped from their moorings and joined in the wildly churning funnel cloud. Above the roaring of the wind Olivia yelled, "Release!" and sent the spinning giant back towards the amazed trio of wizards. Two turned to flee, but the third tossed back his hood, revealing a face of chilling beauty and hair the color of captive moonlight.

"Finite Incantarum!" Lucius Malfoy cried as the whirling vortex bore down on him. The force of the wind swept his voice away and drove debris into his face, causing him to turn away in order to protect his eyes. The spinning mass continued on and Malfoy was forced to escape back along the corridor. He jumped through an open doorway just in time to avoid being sucked into the storm and he watched in amazement as it chewed its way along, taking up floor, pulling out walls and ripping down the ceiling.

When the angry funnel had passed by, Malfoy sprang once again into the hallway and sprinted after his Master's bride. He could guess her path. There was only one way out of the mansion along this stretch of corridor. Hew hew he must catch her before she could make it to the crawl space leading to the outside.
Arriving at the exit, Malfoy cursed and beat his hands on the wall in fury. She had escaped! The metal door barring the sewer exit had been left ajar in her haste to flee. Damn! He cursed silently. Damn! The Lord will not be pleased. Swallowing his fear he turned and headed back to the altar chamber.

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The three chastened wizards lay at the feet of Voldemort. He had punished them for their failure in locating and returning that cunning bitch, Brigit. The youngest of the three had long since fallen into unconsciousness, the young face twisted in agony, blood dotting his lips like rubies. Malfoy and Wormtail continued in their moaning and twitching, the dregs of the Cruciatus Curse still sparking along their tattered nerve endings.

"Get up! Get up, you worthless�! Get out! Leave me. Seek my bride in the Muggle and Wizarding world! The Dementors search for her in the tunnels but she could escape as easily as she arrived. Find her and return her to me! Leave now!" Spittle hung from Vlodemort's slit of a mouth, the coals of his eyes burning hot. Pointing his wand at the youngest wizard, he screamed, "Enverate!" And as the shattered bundle began to move, he continued, "Malfoy, pick up your get and remove him from my presence."

Lucius did not hesitate to obey. Grabbing his son by the shoulder with one hand, he hauled him to his feet. His other hand groped inside his sleeve pocket for his wand. He would disapperate directly from here to Malfoy Manor. Draco could carry on back to Hogwarts from there after he had recovered sufficiently from the Cruciatus. He raised his wand to voice the spell, but Voldemort stayed him by speaking.

"Young Malfoy, have you the globe bearing the likeness of the woman?"

Draco nodded dumbly until a rough shaking from his father reminded the teen in whose presence he stood. Struggling, but managing to pull him self up tall he answered in a raspy voice. "Yes, My Lord. I will show her likeness to all of my trusted associates. I will spread your net, even at Hogwarts. Everyone who is with us will know of your search. We will find her for you, My Lord."

Voldemort nodded, pleased. "Good. Let that stupid Bumbledore writhe for a while. Your son shows promise, Lucius. He needs hardening however. I will not have my soldiers running from mewling wizards and Mudbloods when I declare war on the world above. He must be made strong."

"I will see to it, My Lord." Lucius responded. "I pledge my word on it."

"Be gone!" Voldemort dismissed them and the pair vanished with a small pop.

The evil wizard turned his eyes to the remaining figure.

Oh, Wormtail," He whispered gently. "When will you learn to be brave? I must teach you to withstand fear and pain. Are you ready for your lesson?"

His tongue bleeding from his previous torture, Peter licked nervously at his lips and bowed his head.

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The Dementors closed in from all sides. It seemed everywhere she turned their suckingsencsence fell over her. At one point, when dashing around a bend in the tunnel, Olivia had almost barreled into two of the demons. She had flung Expecto Patronum at the pair and turning, escaped into a side tunnel. Hundreds of silvery starlings flew at the Dementors driving them back until the growing distance between the spell and the caster melted them away.

Panting, clutching at the throbbing bite on her shoulder, Olivia leaned against a dripping concrete wall. She considered summoning a light, since the Dementores, lacking eyes, were blind. She still possessed the wand spelled from her attacker. However there was no way of her knowing if the soul-suckers were the only ones searching for her in this maze. Her breathing coming under control, Olivia took stock of her options.

Dementors were hunting her. Those relentless demons would search for her tirelessly. They could herd her easily back into the clutches of their master.

There were three other dark wizards probably searching for her, too. Who knew what foul powers Voldemort had given to his followers, perhaps even night vision.

Olivia froze.

Night vision! What animal had keen sight in the dark?

Not a mammal! No. The Dementors would not sense her as strongly, but they would still be able to track a mammal's instinctive emotional responses.

Bird? No. Even the keenest of avian sight required some light to steer by.

That left insect.

Tucking the wand into the waistband of her shorts Olivia closed her eyes and relaxed.

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Lucius Malfoy gripped his brandy snifter tightly and hurled abuse on the bowed head of his heir. Narcissa Malfoy wiped the blood from her son's mouth and handed a hua huge slab of chocolate. As her husband ranted and her son gulped down the reviving treat, Mrs. Malfoy tore the stopper from a vial of invigorating potion. When Draco had swallowed the last of the chocolate, his mother pressed the vial into his trembling hands.

"Drink this. It will strengthen you for the trip back to Hogwarts." She murmured softly. Her blue eyes, normally icy and proud, were filled with worry and pain for her child. She attempted to hide her concern from her husband, but Lucius lashed out at her as he ran out of disparaging names for their son.

"Stop babying him! He is a man! He will learn to take his curses like one. Just as I do! It is probably your fault entirely that he turned tail and ran tonight instead of fighting by my side! I will not allow you to make a mockery of my family by raising me a witch instead of a wizard!"

When Narcissa turned to her husband, a reply hovering on her lips, Lucius flung the contents of his glass into her face. "Get out of my sight! By Merlin, I rue the day our families suggested tying me down with a spineless bitch such as your self. Leave!"

Quietly, not even daring to raise her hand to wipe her face, Narcissa quitted the room. Lucius strode to the fire and plucked a small enameled box from the mantle.

"Get up, Draco! You must leave now if you are to get back to Hogwarts in time for breakfast. You know the entrance to use."

Draco nodded and replied, "Yes sir." Standing, the young man retrieved his cloak, laying it over his arm before returning to his father's side.

"You have the globe?" Lucius growled.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Do not waste this opportunity the Dark Lord has been so gracious to bestow upon you, Draco." Lucius continued to glare into the flames.

"I will not waste it, sir. I promise you that." Draco declared firmly. He searched his father's profile for some semblance of warmth or familial pride in his offspring, but he found none. Only greed, envy, hate, cruelty.

"See that you don't." Lucius replied. He tossed a pinch of Floo Powder into the coals and they sprang to life as lurid green flames.

Draco did not bid his father farewell, knew not to expect one. He stepped into the flames calling out, "The Three Broomsticks." He would emerge from the fireplace in the expansive room his father held at that establishment. In one pocket of his robes re a g a globe.

In another, the hair-filled band that Voldemort and wrenched from Miss McGonagall's head.

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Severus Snape forced his way into wakefulness. He had been swimming upstream for sometime now, fighting the current that wanted to drag him down into dream filled slumber. His anger would not allow for rest, however. Like the worm in the sweet flesh of an apple turns and feeds, so his anger gnawed and turned and fed on the sweet flesh was was his love for Olivia.

To have deceived him so! Used his love as a weapon against him! He had been so wrapped up in her wretched sadness he had not seen the trap until she had successfully placed the net.

Clever, that.

Damn clever.

The Slytherin in him swelled. She would have been a credit to his house.

Oh, but she would pay! How she would pay for this!!

Because of her scheming he, Severus Snape, would face an eternity in the hell that was Azkaban Prison. Her pride had brought him to this. Her pride insisted that he submit himself to her will! Her pride demanded that he place his trust into her two small, pale, delicate hands.

Fool me once shame on you!

Fool me twice�.

It was not that he didn't trust her. He did.

To a point.

But his LIFE?

Could she handle that? Look at what had happened the first time!

Eight months! Eight months in that pit! And almost a year and a half after his release recovering from the experience.

Struggling against the pull of the healing potion, Snape surfaced to find dawn in her pearly pinks and ma kis kissing the moon good-bye. Smearing one hand down his face, Severus felt and heard the rasp of whiskers on his cheeks.

His mouth tasted vile! The next batch of this potion he brewed for Poppy would have to contain a flavor modifier. This was too nasty!

He knew Olivia was not by his side. As he pushed himself up from sleep, he acknowledged fac fact that he was alone in the bed. No surprise there! She undoubtedly knew he would confront her with her crime and strove to put off the inevitable. Foolish woman! He was a Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! He was the paramount Potions Master in Europe! He was Dumbledore's right hand! He was�

�so very sick.

Gut rumbling, Snape flew to the bathroom his fingers ripping at the ties on his pajama bottoms.

Later, his belly no longer of paramount concern, Snape splashed his face with cold water. His reflection caught his eye and the wizard turned off the faucet, studying the figure before him.

He had lost a bit of weight but that would be easily cured once he returned to Hogwarts and the excellent fare provided by the castle's house-elves. The three scars, courtesy of MET Special Task Force, were faded to a deep pink. Last night's pain was now a simple tightness through his shoulder and chest. Well, he knew of ral ral potions that would dim the star-shaped scars to near invisibility and the tightness, he would work out with massage and exercise. Once they all returned to Hogwarts�

Would he be returning to the magical school? Or would today find him, once again, in the hands of the Azkaban guards?

The sneaky witch had vowed her love for him! She had even managed, somehow, to win his declaration in return. And then she tricked him! Upon finding his weak spot, Olivia had wasted no time in using it against him!

You had to admire her devilishly agile mind! Snape chuckled.

Olivia begged him to trust her, and damn, he wanted to just that! It was just so difficult! For so long he had depended on no one but him self. The memory of their first courtroom encounter rose before his eyes, a frightening specter.

She said she love him. Loved him.

Could he rely on Olivia to see him through this web? It was too late to attempt escape now that morning was upon him. They would have to talk and soon. The inquest was set for later that morning. Olivia wanted his trust? Well, she would have to trust him with her battle plans. If she was going to be in charge, Snape vowed, she would be so only after satisfying his need for information.

Fetching his kit from the bedside table, Snape rooted among the contents for a razor. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles as he spied the remaining bottles of healing potion. Olivia my dear, I am lookingwardward to exacting payment for last night's work.

His face coated in lather, Snape pulled the razor along one lean cheek. The whiteness of the foam set the man's black eyes into sharp relief. Snape noticed thetterttering orbs lacked their habitual flat, stony appearance. This morning the eyes were filled with depth and sparkle. This morning there was life behind those eyes, purpose. Resolve.

Done shaving, Snape combed his hair back into a sleek tail that lay gleaming between his shoulder blades. He quickly pulled on the black pajama top and strode purposefully to the bedroom door. He would root Olivia from her hiding place deriving great pleasure as she begged his forgiveness. Eventually, he would relent.

But first�
The living room was misty gray in the early morning light. Snape made out Lupin's form on the narrow couch. Crossing the floor in long strides, Snape entered Olivia's assigned room without knocking. There were no windows in this chamber so he fumbled for the light switch, his eyes growing wide as he took in the empty bed, still neatly made. The bathroom door was ajar, the interior dark, still Snape flipped on the light and inspected. He even pulled aside the shower curtain, ruling out the possibility Olivia had spent the night in the tub. Trying to ignore the anxiety rising in his gut, Snape left the room and moved on to Miss Granger's. Hopefully, hopefully, Olivia had taken refuge with the young woman.

At Hermione's door, Snape hesitated. He couldn't go barging into a young lady's room unannounced. Curbing his impatience, Snape rapped sharply on the wooden p. Re. Receiving no immediate answer, he banged louder. A tumbling scramble sounded from the room and then the door was wrenched open and Miss Granger appeared wild-eyed, clad in a long nightshirt, her long brown hair flying about her face.

"Miss Granger, please inform Miss McGonagall I wish to speak with her!" Snape explained shortly.

The confused look on Hene'ne's face was all the answer he needed. Spinning quickly, Snape moved to the patio door and slid the pane back with enough force to send it bouncing back onto his shoulder.

"Severus, what's going on?" Lupin asked, rising from the couch.

"Have either of you seen Miss McGonagall?"

Remus and Hermione shared startled looks. Remus answered, "We have not seen Olivia since leaving you two together yesterday." The intelligent werewolf had captured Snape's concern and began to pull on his clothes.

Snape searched the remainder of the flat, but he knew she was gone. How could it be? Wards were set around the entire flat. No one could get in with out setting off the alarms.

No one could get in�

Returning to the living room, the disquieted wizard found Lupin dressed and Miss Granger raking her hair into a tail under a billed cap.

"Severus," Lupin began. "You will be abe able to leave the flat. The aurors will be all over you if you so much as step through the door. Miss Granger and I will go. I have Olivia's scent. I can attempt to track hPerhPerhaps, it would be best if you contacted the Headmaster�" Here, Remus paused. "We may have to call Sirius."

"No!" Snape snarled. " I will not have that�"

"He is the best nose we have, Severus. We are talking about Olivia here. Will you allow your hatred for Sirius delay our finding her?"

Snape glared.

Hermione had been dialing the mobile phone. A ringing from Snape's room confirmed her fear. "She doesn't have her mobile." The young woman muttered.

Tossing Hermione her jacket, Remus paused to lay a comforting hand on Snape's tense arm, gray eyes meeting black in understanding. Curtly, Snape nodded.

The next moment he was alone.

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The luna moth struggled to pull her sodden body through the grapple holes of the sewer plate. It was a tight squeeze, but the determined insect wriggled and pushed, ferny antennae waving in the morning air. Finally, the huge moth managed to work her body free of the iron. Damp wings curled against the furry body, useless. With her wings wet, the creature was condemned to walking. Tiny feet stuck repeatedly in the surface tension on droplets of water, but the insect staggered on. Once, an early robin intent on breakfast attacked her, but after a breathtaking dive, the bird pulled up and flew to a nearby shrub to regard the struggling moth curiously. A flick of wings, and the robin was beside the winged animal. It offered no threat, merely observed the large insect battle its way across the sidewalk and into the wet grass. Here its journey became more arduous. The robin bobbed along beside the moth until the insect could go no farther and lay still on the grass.

The bird chirped in alarm and darted to the protection of the trees as a silvery-blue glow surrounded the moth. The light grew in intensity and size then faded, leaving a battered woman in bloody running gear lying on the grass.
Olivia groaned as she pushed her self up from the wet ground. Her flight along the maze of the London underground had been a harrowing experience. The Dementors had prowled the sewers for hours until Olivia had managed to elude them. Bats had swarmed over her, until they recognized her for what she was. Once while resting on a narrow ledge, a rat had jumped for her. Only the scent of the mammal running along the sensitive fronds on her head had given Olivia enough warning to save her life.

The giant moth had followed the flowing air currents for miles far under the ground until by some miracle fresh morning air had passed over the furry body. Drained, but elated, the creature finally located a drain opening and forced her way into the light.

Greenish-black slime coated her entformform. Her hair was matted with the stuff, hanging down her back in grimy clumps. Blood from the bite on her shoulder had dried hours ago, leaving a reddish brown stain along the front of the tattered t-shirt. Staggering to her feet, Olivia looked about for familiar landmarks. She had no idea how far she was from the flat. One thing was for certain, she was not along the river front.

Olivia had emerged at the edge of a small park. A playground was off to her right and wooden benches were clustered under the shadows of oak and beech. Bright red flashes along the ground told Olivia that the squirrels were out and about. A sure sign that morning had broken.

With much effort, Olivia lurched off in the direction of the street. If she could find a street marker, she would gain a better idea of fin her her hom home.

Home!

Severus!

He would be furious!

Hopefully, he would be worried.

No. He would be furious. He was just that kind of guy.

However, Olivia felt she could withstand his fury, just as long as he held her as he raged. Her night had been long and horrific, but she had come away with more than enough evidence to win his freedom. By tonight, they would be back at Hogwarts.

But first, she had to find the flat.

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Inspector Reggie Doyle sipped from his steaming mug as he took a curve one-handed. Patience made a lovely cuppa, he admitted proudly. On the seat beside him lay a battered coffee tin, a port-key a-tuned to the sequestered inquest room where Snape was to be taken later this morning. As Inspector Doyle was already deeply involved in the case, it had been natural to allow him the honor of delivering the port-key to the chief suspect. Reggie had his own ideas on how his assignment had come about. Patience had been tight lipped as she handed him the coffee tin and his mug. Kissing her husband loudly, she had admonished him to keep her informed of events.

The morning had turned off misty and he flipped on the wipers to clear the windscreen. A woman staggered into his line of sight and Reggie cursed the inconvenience of her misfortune. He was bound by law to render aid no matter the circumstances, but damn it all�

Impatiently he snatched his microphone from its perch on the dash and advised dispatch of his location and situation. Receiving confirmation, Doyle pulled to the curb and exited the vehicle.

The woman, obviously in need of serious medical attention, leaned weakly against a street sign as she peered uncomprehendingly at the writing. Swaying, the woman came near to collapse, boyleoyle caught her and eased the limp form gently to the ground.

"Ah, lass!" He whispered. "Some bloody bastard's used you right sore. Poor lass." Pulling the hair from her face, Doyle froze. He moved his body to have a better view, wiping at the stained cheeks to clear away the grime.

"Bloody hell! Miss McGonagall! Miss McGonagall, look here, wake up lass. Look at me. What's happened?"

Olivia's head rolled drunkenly for a moment. Reaching up a hand she let Reggie ease her to a seated position.

"Inspector?" Her voice was haggard and dry. "Would you be so kind as to see me home?"

"Lass, you need a doctor!" Reggie argued. "What in the name of Mary has happened to you?"

"Please, please just get me back to the flat. Poppy will come. She can fix anything. Please."

Doyle sighed heavily, torn between duty and need. Finally he stood and gently pulled Olivia up with him. "Ok, I will take you back to the flat. But you sure as hell are going to tell me what this is all about."

Inspector Doyle more carried than supported Olivia to his vehicle. Laying her gently in the back seat, he raced around to the boot and returned with a blanket. Olivia accepted it gladly. Back in the driver's seat, the inspector thumbed the microphone.

"Dispatch, be advised. I am escorting this female to her residence. She reports she took a tumble while jogging. Beginning mileage on this unit is 087." He pulled the vehicle from the curb and then lifting his mug, passed it over the seat to Olivia.

"Here," He said. "You finish this off. Looks like coulcould use it."

Olivia gladly accepted the steaming beverage. After several wonderful sips, she felt the warmth begin to creep out into her limbs. She rubbed her forehead. "Inspector Doyle, you need to get in contact with you wife. I found Voldemort's lair. It can be reached through the sewers." Before she had finished, Reggie was dialing his home number.

"Patience, listen. I need you to meet me now. Yes, dear. But this is more important. I can't get into it on the mobile. The laundry on the corner near the theatre, you know which one? I'll bere ere in five."

Breaking the connection he caught Olivia's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Patience will apperate. Lord, I hope she has fixed her face! She can be a right fright this early in the morning."

They paused long enough in front of a Chinese laundry for a fresh-faced middle aged witch to throw herself into the front seat. The women exchanged introductions and Olivia filled Patience in on what she had learned. At the mention of the Dementors, Patience's farew rew tight and she nodded her head vigorously.

"There have been rumors going around for years that Voldemort had recruited Dementors. Their presence would go a long way in explaining a number of disappearances."

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Remus had returned to the flat empty-handed. The rain during the night had washed away every trace of Olivia's scent. All that the werewolf could pick up were the staggering fumes of exhaust, gasoline and the neighbor lady frying sausages.

Snape's conversation with Albus Dumbledore had not gone much better. The normally serene wizard had exploded in anger as his potions instructor related the story of Snape's decision to flee, Olivia's duplicity with the healing potion and her vanishing in the night. The headmaster agreed that Sirius Black was a logical choice for the search and extracted a promise from the anxious Snape to keep the castle informed of all leads.

Scraping his hands down his face, Snape acknowledged he did not envy Albus' position at the school. Right about now, Dumbledore would be roping down a raging Minerva McGonagall.

Folding up his mobile, Remus flopped down on the couch. "I called Her�Miss Granger. Told her to head on back. When Sirius arrives, we will set out again. We will need something of Olivia's." Lupin's gray eyes were filled with worry.

A knocking on the door brought both wizards to their feet, wands drawn. Their eyes met and Lupin nodded once before moving cautiously to the door. Snape quietly made his way through the kitchen area to an access door leading to the front hall. Pushing the door open slightly, the dark wizard took aim at the front door, several dangerous spells riding on his lips.

Lupin paused to make certain of his backup's location before flicking aside a bit of curtain. A man stood on the stoop wearing a long overcoat. He looked familiar. Raising his hand, the man knocked a second time, calling out as he did. "Inspector Doyle, Metro Police."

Ah, thought Lupin. Now he placed the man. The cheeky inspector from the hospital! What could he want? Lowering his wand, Lupin motioned for Snape to stay put and eased the door open.

Doyle's face broke into a smile as Remus opened the door. "Well, good morning to you! Sorry to be bothering so early and all, but ah�I believe I have something that belongs to you."

Raising his eyes to peer over the inspector's shoulder, Lupin saw a stout, middle aged woman pulling something from the back seat of a parked car. Shoving his way past the officer, Remus dashed down the walk and caught Olivia up in his arms.

"Hello, Lupin. Can't say as you've changed much."

"Patience! My gods, Olivia! Where in Merlin's name did you find her?"

"You'll have to ask Reggie. Let's get the child inside."

Severus Snape was rooted in the doorway. His breathing was heavy and his eyes blurred as he watched Remus carry Olivia's battered form up the steps.

"Give her to me!" Snape growled, his voice raspy. Remus gladly surrendered his burden into the potion master's arms.

Snape carried Olivia's limp body to the couch where he sat cradling her on his lap. Her body felt so empty and frail wrapped in the blanket. Pressing her face into his chest, Snape rested his cheek on top of Olivia's head. The whisper of her breath on his skin assured him she was alive.

Lupin led Patience and Reggie into the flat, the witch tossing the dd cod coffee tin onto a side table. "Your port key, Severus. Though I don't expect Miss McGonagall will be of much use to you today."

Snape looked sharply at the older witch, scowling. She had the audacity to laugh and flap a dismissiand and his way. "That look doesn't do anything for you or me, Severus! You are as bad as Lupin here. Don't wizards ever age?"

"Patience Bell. Still as loud and abrasive as ever." Snape's lip curled upwards slightly.

Lupin finished introducing the inspector as Hermione came running into the flat, breathless. Seeing Olivia clutched in her instructor's arms, the young woman released a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. Oh, thank you! Has anyone called for Madam Pomfrey?"

As Remus shook his head in the negative, Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes and stormed into the kitchen. "What?" Lupin called, following closely behind.

Patience had fetched a warm, wet cloth and was gingerly wiping the grime from Olivia's cheeks and eyes. While she worked, she talked.

"I will be apperating straight to the Department of Mysteries. Miss McGonagall gave me excellent directions. We should be able to move in with a few dozen Aurors and clean the nest from top to bottom. Black-ass has probably left the scene, the filthy coward. We may be able to pick up a few stray Death Eaters if we move fast enough." Placing the fouled cloth in Severus' hand, Patience stood. "Keep an eye on her, Severus." Turning, she kissed her husband soundly on the mouth before arching a brow at the couple on the sofa. "You look real natural like that, Severus."

Laughing heartily at the black frown he sent her way, Patience called, "Ta-ra!" before disapperating without a sound.

A rustling of skirts announced Poppy's arrival. Tut-tuting over the woman in Snape's lap, the little medi-witch briskly directed the wizard to the bed room where once he deposited Olivia on the bed found himself whisked from the room and the door closed firmly in his face.

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Man, what a long chapter!! I just wanted to leave something juicy to keep you interested. I leave for NYC on Saturday. I will be there the entire week, having a major Alan-fest. I am soooooooooooooooo excited.

I hope no one is disappointed in what I have written. I know it seems like we have been in London FOREVER, but it has only been a little over a week.

Some of you may recognize your names in the list virgins. Just a little thank you for all your help.

Don't nobody give me no grief over Severus' reaction to seeing Olivia. How would YOU feel, huh? He is just as human as the rest of us. Just much sexier.

Ok, I think that is just about that. I think I will hit print. Proof read to the best of my ability and up load this sucker.

If you love me�.

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