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The Dove	By : lexiatel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"What did you do, Dove?" Papa asked solemnly. "What did you do?"
Dove shook her head. "Nothing!" She wailed. "I didn't do nothing!"
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ginny demanded in defense over her daughter.
Papa eyed Dove with a disapproving, troubled look. "Neville said she attacked him this morning."
"No!" Dove didn't do that! She was sleeping. She was having a nightmare! Or at least she thought it was a nightmare...
"If it hadn't had come from Neville, I would say he'd been lying." Papa glared at her. "What did you do, Dove?" He repeated.
"I..." Dove wrung her trembling hands. She didn't do it!
"You gave them back their wands and everything!" He shouted.
"I didn't!" She cried. "I didn't...!"
Harry went on, explaining that Neville Longbottom pleaded her to stop what she was doing, but she didn't even look at the bounded Neville as Dove summoned up the wands that belonged to the Malfoys and unlocked the dungeon room they were in.
Neville seen Dove and Scorpius exchange a few words he couldn't hear before they had kissed- passionately. Both parties willing. After that, the Malfoys took off down the corridor in an escape.
Dove's mouth gaped open. "I don't remember doing it!" She shrieked tearfully. "I swear, Papa! I don't remember!" She wouldn't had done that anyway. She wouldn't had freed Scorpius willingly, and she definitely wouldn't had kissed him!
"Polyjuice?" Ginny asked.
Harry spun around from them, deep in thought. "I don't know." He sighed.
"If it were me..." Dove started. "He would have taken me with him."
"She's right, dear." Ginny agreed quickly.
"We need to break this curse!" Papa took Dove by the hand and quickly escorted her out of the room.
"Harry, where are you going?" Ginny hurried after them.
"To the one person we have left who knows about dark magic!"
"Who's that?"
Harry stopped by a Gargoyle. "Lemon Freezies." He said and the wall disappeared revealing a staircase. "Snape." He answered before leading his daughter up the stairs.
* * *
Why had Zambini taken her? He had no grudge on Albus or James. She barely even knew the Italian guy. He was several years ahead of her.
"Why are you so surprised?" He asked. "Do you think I don't notice young, blossoming girls?" He brushed his fingers along her cheek.
What was he doing? Why was he touching her like that?
"You know how hard it is to catch you just at the right moment?" He continued on, just above a whisper. "When a girl has so many older siblings and cousins, it is so very hard to get her alone." He stepped closer to her then.
"Why do you want to be alone with me for?" She asked him. He made no sense. She surely couldn't do anything for him, could she?
Zambini grinned. "You know so little." He reached his hand at the hem of her skirt and felt the soft skin behind it.
Grace jumped as his fingers trailed up to her backside. "Stop that!" She shrieked, backing away from him.
"Figured it out already?" He followed her. "That's a shame, I was hoping you would be dumb throughout the whole activity." He began unbuttoning his shirt, trapping her between a wall and him. "I found out recently that I like skin to skin contact." He said, shaking off his shirt and exposing his bare chest. He then reached for her blouse.
"Don't you dare!" She smacked his hand away, a fear suddenly washing over her. She'd never been naked in front of a guy before.
Zambini grabbed the back of her neck. "I can bring you pain!" He growled, before using his other hand and pulling her shirt off. Her new, full breasts that she had grown that year was encased in a frilly pink bra that made him breathe with excitement. He crept his hand under her bra to cup one.
Grace screamed for help then. Zambini set his mouth onto hers to silence her before he pressed against her.
The next moment, Zambini was being tossed away. Grace started crying.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" A new voice demanded to Zambini, who lay on the ground, looking guilty as hell.
Grace met the eyes of her saviour. The cold, blue orbs scanned her body with tenderly before he asked if she was alright. She nodded and the boy before her conjured up a robe then told her to go back to her common room.
* * *
"Professor?" Harry spoke gently to the sleeping portrait, who leaned up against the frame of his portrait. "Professor Snape?" Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione had joined them moments ago, eager to know how they could help.
The tall, black haired wizard woke up with a start, looking around confusingly. "What is it now?" He growled, once he had seen Harry Potter.
"Sir, if you have a moment-"
"I have many moments." Professor Snape interrupted Aunt Hermione. "In case you haven't noticed, I am stuck in a frame."
"Severus, let's hear what they have to say." Professor Dumbledore's portrait spoke up next to him.
"Very well." Professor Snape drawled darkly. "Why have you awaken me, Potter?"
"Could you tell us what curse my daughter has upon her?" Harry lifted the hair from Dove's neck and she tilted it so the portrait could see.
"Come closer, I don't have magnifying glasses for eyes!"
Dove approached Professor Snape as close as she could get. He bent down, peering down at her. "Hmm." He mused. "Just like your father, you can't keep yourself out of trouble. Is that just a Potter thing?"
"She was forced!" Uncle Ron snapped.
Professor Snape's eyes flashed across the people in the room. "I was simply making a mere joke." He said. "Unfunny as it was."
"So, what is it?" Harry asked impatiently.
"It's...not good. But what curse is?"
"Specifics please, Severus." Professor Dumbledore said.
"Simul vivere, aut mori." The former dark wizard lazily drawled in a chant. "Translation; Together, they live or they die."
Aunt Hermione squeaked. Everyone turned to her and seen that she had a hand over her mouth in horror. "The Romeo and Juliet curse." She whispered through her hand.
"I see your thirst for knowledge is still there, Mrs. Weasley."
"He put Dark Pixie Dust into the potion." Aunt Hermione told the portrait; her voice still lost.
Professor Snape frowned in disturbance. "Ah... that makes matters much worse."
"What?" Harry asked in desperation.
The dead professor set his eyes upon Dove, a soft look was on his face.
Pity. He was actually pitying her.
"You are solely at his mercy, Mrs... Malfoy, is it?" His black eyes glanced at the mark on her neck. "Malfoy..." He cleared his throat uneasily.
"What do we do?" Ginny asked, taking her daughter in for a hug.
"Nothing." Professor Snape said.
"There's nothing we can do." Aunt Hermione emphasized.
"Nothing at all?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." The professor repeated coldly. "There's only one way to break the curse, and that's entirely up to the girl."
"What do I do?"
Professor Snape started pacing in his picture frame. "If the wife has a male child, and if she offers the child's life in place of her own, only then can the curse be lifted. And only then, will she be free of the bound her husband as put forth onto her."
"If he refuses his son in trade, she can then kill him for her freedom." Hermione added.
"But, until then..." The professor paused his pacing, whipping toward the crowd to face them and looked Dove right in the eye. "Your body will lust for him. A lust so powerful, it could cause your mind to go insane. You might even blackout."
Dove looked at the ground. "I have already been hearing voices. His voice."
"And has he been making orders?"
Dove nodded slowly.
"You can not fight him." The wizard said quietly. "He will get what he wants. You will do what he says under your own mind or his."
"So she did set the Malfoys free!" Uncle Ron gasped, accusingly.
"I don't remember doing it!" Dove demanded. "And I certainly wouldn't have kissed him!"
"If he controlled you, yes, you would have." Aunt Hermione said with tears in her eyes.
"We'll hide her away." Harry decided.
"Potter, really, age has done your brain no good at all." the professor insulted. "What don't you understand about 'control'? When he calls for her, she will go to him; consciencely or not."
"Willing or unwilling..." Hermione added.
"Why didn't he take me this morning then?" Dove asked.
"Do I look like a mind reader?" Professor Snape asked darkly. "Who knows. You can ask him when he summons you. I suggest bearing his son as soon as you can. It's your only way to freedom."
And since they just killed the seed that would make that happen, there really was no other way out of this but to surrender to him.
Again.
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