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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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While the baby was being fed and changed, Severus showed the Zabini couple to the playroom. Terry gazed about the room at all the children, a delighted smile on his face. “Look at them all, Damitri…!” He murmured.

Next to the wall of gilded French doors that led out to the patio and the gardens, a table and chairs was currently occupied by Lucius Malfoy who relaxed as he watched over the children’s play. He would not allow another accident to occur within his house.

The five children of the Dark Circle remained close to each other near Lucius, Mallek happily surrounded by toys and Alerick seated close playing with him. Alyssa sat looking quite lonesome and unhappy without her stuffed toy, watching Alerick with what looked like envy. The two guardians sat slightly apart from the others, in their typical position between their Lord and anyone else. Erik sat empty handed, but Erin had a miniature toy broom in her hand, playing idly with it as she did her duties.

The other children ran and played all over the rest of the room. Close at hand beside Lucius was a hand-carved bassinet, shaped like a crouching playful kneazle. Inside that bed was little Remus Severus, peacefully sleeping under his blankets.

“Dimi? Would it be all right if I did something with the children?” Terry asked.

“Why don’t you get one of their picture books and tell them a story?” Damitri suggested. He knew that Terry was still working on mastering reading; he had experienced a horrible life before Damitri had found him but he was growing and opening up a little more every day.

“Oh, that’ll be perfect…” Terry said happily, giving his husband a kiss on the cheek before moving over to the one wall that held a fully stocked bookshelf. Some of the children wandered over to join him, curiously gazing up at him. Before long, he was seated on a cushion in the middle of the floor with a book and five children around him, making up a story to go with the photos in the book that he held.

Damitri moved to join Lucius, smiling softly. “Good morning, Lucius.”

Lucius didn’t bother rising, gesturing to the empty chair next to him. “Hello, Damitri. I was wondering when you would be by to visit and see the new children.” Lucius smiled in greeting.

Damitri took a seat in the offered seat. “I’ve been a bit busy trying to track down information on Parkinson… the man is a nutter but he seems to be one step ahead of us and three ahead of the Ministry.” He sighed, and then he couldn’t help but smile. “Besides, Lucius, I had to come today; Terry couldn’t be contained a moment longer.” Damitri chuckled softly.

Lucius smiled as well. “I can’t help but notice that he’s glowing. Being with child is wonderful for him, isn’t it?”

“I won’t argue with you there. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wants to come over and practice being daddy several times before our baby is born… you don’t mind, do you?”

“Mind? On the contrary, honestly; these children need all the attention they can get. Especially those five over there…” he gestured to the Circle kids; only Alyssa looked like she was interested in what Terry was doing but she did not go over to join them.

“I’m sure Terry would love to get to know each and every one of them.” He assured. The two sat in companionable silence for a short while; a drink appearing for the visitor on the table and another cool juice for Terry.

Lucius decided to broach a delicate subject he felt needed to be addressed. “I don’t mean to pry, and if I am just tell me so and I’ll leave it alone…”

“Now you have me curious. Ask.” Damitri encouraged.

“Just where did you find such a sweet little gender-confused squib boy?” Lucius asked.

Damitri smiled softly; everyone seemed to ask the same questions when they met Terry. “He’s not a boy, Lucius. He’s nineteen. He’ll be twenty before the baby is born.”

“Nineteen?” Lucius asked incredulously, eyeing the young man sitting cross-legged on the floor with the children. “He doesn’t look a day older than fourteen, fifteen at the most…”

“He had a very difficult life, old friend; the things that my little Terry has endured have caused problems with his growth.” Damitri told him quietly. He wasn’t going to give all the details but he wouldn’t lie to his old friend either. “Honestly, he was meant to be a bribe.”

“A bribe…? The only way he could be a bribe to you is…”

“…is if he was meant to be a sex slave. Yes. That’s precisely what he was meant to be; a little puppet to serve my every sick desire.” He answered, sipping his drink. “I wasn’t pleased at all, but there was no way in hell I was giving him back to them. The weeks that followed were not a pleasant time; I don’t think that he would have survived were it not for Severus Snape.”

“Severus…?”

“He knows about what a submissive is taught, and he helped me learn how to care for Terry… when we have more suitable surroundings I will tell you more of what we went through, but suffice it to say that it was horrible for us all. Beyond his submissive training, he was also addicted to drugs.”

“Muggle drugs…? Were they mad…?”

“They didn’t care about what was good for him; they wanted to make him into an obedient slave who would do anything they asked of him. Absolutely anything.”

“At least I’m sure that Severus had no trouble getting the drugs out of his system…”

“True, but that in itself caused many problems. Withdrawal is not easy on a body. And Severus suspects that the drugs that he was on affected his magic, since he was started on them at a very young age.”

“Those bastards…” Lucius scowled.

“Not to worry; every one of them are quite dead.” Damitri said, sipping his drink once more.

Lucius let the silence stretch for a minute, unsure if he should ask of his old friend what he had in mind. He decided to go ahead; the worst he could be told is no and he would have to just delay his own plans that much longer. “Potter tells me that your agency is doing quite well; have you been very busy lately Damitri?” Lucius asked.

“Not overly so; to be honest, it’s been rather slow of late. The case that Mr. Weasley brought to our attention was our biggest case at this time. We’d solved most of the other cases we’d had, only a few loose ends to tie up.” He answered, sipping his drink, looking at Lucius curiously. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I wish to hire you.” He replied in a quiet tone.

Damitri frowned slightly. “You don’t have to hire me to look for Parkinson; we’re already doing that…”

“This has nothing to do with Parkinson or any of the mess he and his foolish child have created.” Lucius answered, reaching into an inner pocket and producing the scroll with his family tree that properly displayed the familial lines and proved that Alerick was his son. He carefully unrolled it and passed it to him.

Damitri looked curiously at him, picking up the paper and allowing his eyes to scan over the document. “Alerick is your son?”

“Yes, thanks to Parkinson. But that’s not what I want you to look at…”

He read a moment more and saw the link to James, and the child that had been produced between the two of them. “Ariandi…?” He said, looking up at Lucius.

“Ariandi. I want to know what happened to her. She vanished right after her birth.” He said softly. “I need to know where she is; if she is even still alive. Naturally I thought of asking Harry first, but I would prefer that he stay here with my son and the children for at least a few weeks. We came uncomfortably close to losing Draco during the birth.” He explained. “Can you help me?”

Damitri gave his friend a reassuring smile. “Of course I will. I can get right on this; like I said we don’t have anything at all that needs my direct intervention right now.”

Lucius took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem.” Damitri assured, and then chuckled softly as he watched was going on.   Terry still had an audience and Alyssa had wandered close enough to listen, but did not join with the others. She stood just barely close enough to hear, hugging herself with strangely empty arms, trying to see the pictures.

Off to the southern side of the room one of the nannies had been changing little Astrid and had turned away, believing the normally completely placid child would do what she normally did; just lie there and wait for her nappie to be replaced. The chubby little girl did something totally uncharacteristic at just that moment and rolled to her knees, crawling rapidly away with her eyes fastened on a bright red ball.

Mallek looked over and squealed with laughter, pointing. “Nekkid!” He declared at the top of his lungs, the word clear as a bell. The other children all looked over and the embarrassed nanny leapt to her feet and raced over to intercept the child. Before she could reach her, Astrid reached her goal and snatched up the brightly colored ball, then giggled in delight as she plopped down on her butt and began to gnaw on the toy.

Lucius chuckled as well, watching. “As you can see, it has been quite entertaining around here since the children arrived.”

“I can only imagine.” Damitri laughed softly, entertained by the antics of the children. “Are any of them showing powers…?”

“The five there, every one of them have shown nearly adult strength powers and the knowledge of how to use that power so far. The others… not much has shown yet. They are all quite young. The eldest two, that would be Lazlo over there...” he gestured to the boy playing by himself as far from five as he could, kicking a ball against the wall. “And the one to Terry’s right, his name is Elston…” the boy was poking at the boy beside him as they listened to the story. “I’m afraid all they have shown is the ability to bully other children.”

Damitri shook his head sadly with a sigh. “A shame when all a child sees is bullying and abuse; that is what they learn to reflect. Look to those who raised them to find the cause of that.”

“Unfortunately we do have some re-training to do on those two. I think that I saw the little streaker there summon something to her the other day… I must admit that this is the fastest that I’ve ever seen Astrid move…” Lucius said with a soft chuckle. “I would expect that of Camilla; if she wasn’t completely enthralled by Terry I’d be watching the door like an eagle-hawk. That girl gets into everything, and no lock we’ve devised can keep that girl in a room if she wishes to get out.”

“Really? Molly Weasley used to complain of the same thing and her twins. Always escaping and getting into everything, usually their father’s experimental lab. That might be a bit of magical will being worked, you know.”

“Hm. Hadn’t thought of that. I don’t sense anything when she uses her little ‘ability’ but I haven’t been watching for it either. I will definitely pay more attention to her on that point. And I do believe I’ll have a bit of a chat with Molly about her too.”

“The little one who crawled off starkers… she looks over a year old, doesn’t she walk? Is there something wrong with her legs…?” he asked.

“Her name is Astrid; she doesn’t walk a single step. We’ve tried to encourage her to get to her feet and the medi-wizard states that there is nothing whatsoever wrong with her legs. She crawls if she absolutely can’t live without something. Usually she just sits and grins off into space, and if she can reach nothing else she will simply sit and chew on her toes.” Lucius explained, and then he smirked. “Honestly, I suspect she is one of Lovegood’s brood, not Malfoy…”

That statement made Damitri laugh. “Be fair, Lucius. Some of your extended family members could easily be labeled as loopy characters…”

“All right, all right, I admit it.” He chuckled softly. “We have had a few who were thick as mince, but we take care of our less fortunate family members in our own way and don’t advertise their… difficulties.”

“Family should always take care of family; that’s precisely as it should be.” Damitri smiled, watching Terry.

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Jerrod Warrington checked his notes twice before he carefully added the final ingredient. With his luck the first success had been a fluke and he’d be days or even weeks just trying to replicate it.

To his complete relief, the potion assumed its proper color and texture once more. It hadn’t been a fluke; he would be able to reproduce the potion and reverse what he had done to each of the children on Parkinson’s order.

“Brilliant, mate.” George Weasley grinned, leaning on the table, watching.

Warrington had almost managed to forget that George was still there. The simple praise made him close his eyes and take a deep breath. The red-headed wizard had stubbornly hung about despite Jerrod’s constant waspish remarks and clearly displayed anger. But at this point he found his patience had been stretched to the limit. He had endured enough mothering attention from George to last him a lifetime! He wasn’t used to anyone trying to look after him and it really IRKED him that Weasley wouldn’t take bugger off for an answer. “Although it’s absolutely LOVELY that you agree, but don’t you have anything else you have to be doing?” He asked in a gruff tone that was dripping with sarcasm.

George looked thoughtful for a moment. “Probably a few things I SHOULD be doing, but to be completely honest all of that can wait.” He answered with a grin and shrug.

“You can leave, George. Anytime.” Warrington scowled, turning to get his mushrooms. “You seem to have convinced yourself that I need…” He hesitated half a moment at a shooting pain through his side, cursed and then used the other hand to reach for them.

George snagged the bag first and handed them to him, preventing him from stretching too far. “Take it easy, Jerrod. I got that for ya.”

“Thanks.” He snatched the bag from him, scowling. “That’s really all I need. Why won’t you just leave…?”

“Why should I?” George asked curiously.

“Because I don’t like you.” Warrington scowled.

“If you didn’t like me you wouldn’t keep on being polite even when Alyssa was out of the room.” George pointed out with that maddening grin. “I remember you back in school; you had no problem at all in school telling people you didn’t like that you hated them. You keep ASKING me, and apologizing to me.”

Warrington hesitated; he didn’t realize he’d been doing that. “I’ve listened in on too many of the kid’s deportment sessions I guess.” He answered quickly, feeling himself flush. Damn it, what the hell was wrong with him?! “Would it make you feel better if I told you to get the hell away from me and leave me alone?”

“You know it wouldn’t make you feel better.” He smirked.

“I swear I’m going to hex you if you don’t get the bloody hell out of this lab!” He snapped, half rising to his feet despite his injured ankle.

George straightened from the table, holding up both hands open in a non-combatant pose. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you a break. I’m going to go see what Alyssa is up to.” He said, backing away.

“Wait.” Jerrod said, though even asking the red-haired man anything at this point pained him physically. George paused, though to Jerrod’s relief he didn’t say a word. “Go get the toy from my room and give it back to Alyssa. Tell her he kept my dreams happy.” He said quietly.

“Kept your dreams happy. Got it.” George grinned, and gave him a wink before he turned and headed out the door.

Warrington, though sorely tempted to hex the man from behind, turned his back as well and applied his frustration and anger to ensuring that the potion came out precisely right.

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Severus Snape took a moment to survey the room he intended for use in working with the children’s learning memories. Everything was in place, protection spells well set, the room as non-threatening as he could make it. Satisfied with his preparations, he stepped out of the room and sealed the wand with a special locking spell.

He turned to see George Weasley, humming some nauseatingly cheerful tune as he strolled down the hall with his hands in his pockets. “Mr. Weasley, I would have thought you’d have gone home by now…” he commented; he couldn’t help but smirk at the man.

“Nah… I had plenty of things to do here to keep Alyssa happy.” He grinned, shrugging innocently.

“And to keep yourself happy as well?” Severus asked with a knowing smirk; he’d seen how George was interacting with Jerrod the day before.

“He had a broken arm and a sprained ankle. No, there were no adult games… really, Snape, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.” George said aloofly.

“You say that as if yours is the only mind that stayed clear of such thoughts…” Snape half chuckled.

“No harm in thinking about things.” He laughed as the two of them headed down the hall. “So what are you here for, you manky old bat?” He asked in a lightly teasing tone, using the old nickname that he and his twin had used for Severus back in school.

Severus snorted at that and decided to give as good as he got. “Well, unlike the incorrigible wranger you are, I have work to do here; I’m not just taking up space in the manor.”

“Hey, I’m taking care of an invalid. The medi-wizard healed him up okay but that sprained ankle is giving him a hell of a time.” George said in innocent self-defense.

“Hum; I guess I’ll have to let you have that one.” Severus answered with a soft smirk. “His ankle was bad.”

“Besides, its loads of fun and things are a bit slow at the shop.” He snickered. “What are you doing ‘round here…?”

“I’m working with the children.”

“I know your bloody fantastic with memory charms. Is Legilimency is needed…?”

“No. Memory charms; very specific and highly focused memory charms with detailed ending dates.” He answered as they moved into the playroom.

Little Astrid had been scooped up and now wore a fresh nappie and a clean dress; she was happily munching on a cookie in one hand and gripping the toy she had chased after in the other.

Lucius and Damitri looked over as the two approached. “Warrington is hard at work again, Mr. Weasley?” Lucius asked.

George chuckled, shrugging. “You know how he is, I’m sure. The potion wore off at five o’clock this morning and he insisted on getting right to work. He still can’t walk properly on that ankle and he nearly hexed me for forcing him to use the chair.”

“Sounds like Warrington.” He smirked softly. “He has proven without a doubt that he is dedicated to his work, though…”

“More like obsessed.” George snorted.

“Lucius.” Severus interrupted; he had little time for their banter and needed to get started or move on to other things. “Which of the children will I be starting with? I need to get started.”

“I thought it would take you longer to get everything set up.” Lucius looked rather surprised.

“I know how to simplify the preparations needed; not much time is required for that at all.” Severus shrugged as if it had been no effort at all.

“Unfortunately, my friend, the children are not ready for you.” Lucius said with a shrug. “We will ensure that one of the guardians has taken the potion with their lunch. You must wait until after lunch to begin with them.”

Severus drew a deep breath and let it out slowly as he considered his options. “Very well.” He said with a nod. “I will have time for hospital rounds; I will return after luncheon.”

“You ought to stay for lunch; its going to be quite good.” Lucius suggested.

“Please, Lucius, I don’t need to be mothered. I have mates who worry quite enough about me.” Severus said sourly, turning to go. Lucius let him go without any further comment, sharing a grin and chuckle with Damitri.

While Severus was chatting with Lucius, George made his way to Alyssa, the toy hidden behind his back. “Hey there Liss…”

“Hello, Lord Father Weasley.” She said softly, turning to gaze up at him.

“I have a message for you from your father Warrington.” He said, kneeling beside the girl. “He said to tell you thank you very much, and that your little friend…” he produced the stuffed toy out from behind his back to offer back to her. “…kept him from having any bad dreams; all of his dreams were happy.”

She lit up, taking her toy from him and hugging it tightly. “Thank you… I knew he would help him sleep better…!” she said happily and he could see the happiness drain out of her. “I just wish he wanted me more…” she said softly, gazing at George.

He drew her into a hug. “It’ll all work out little one. I’m working on it, all right? Give me a bit of time.” He soothed.

She hugged him back, sniffing and wiping at her eyes. “Okay…” she said softly, though she didn’t look up. She let him go and turned back to join the others, hugging her toy close to her chest and kissing it on the head.

George rose to his feet and let her go, looking a bit concerned about her. Poor thing… all she wanted was a happy family. He turned and walked back to the table to see that Severus had already left. He cleared his throat as he approached to get Lucius’ attention. “Um, I have a question.” He said.

Lucius and Damitri both looked at the man questioningly.

George frowned softly; he didn’t want this to sound like he was rushing things. “Jerrod is bound to you, Lucius; I know that and I don’t have any problem with that. But… just how extensive is his bond? I mean…”

Lucius smiled softly; he was expecting this question from the redheaded wizard. “What Warrington does with his free time is of little concern to me; but be forewarned, the man seems to do nothing but work. He is free to choose any mate he wishes; I would not deny anyone in my service that opportunity.” Lucius answered.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief, George grinned. “Excellent.” He said.

“Even Severus noticed the budding relationship between the two of you.” Lucius commented, his smile growing.

George chuckled. “I’m that obvious, am I?”

“It’s hard to miss, actually, but somehow I don’t think that Warrington has noticed it as of yet …”

He shrugged. “He may not see it yet; he’s had a hell of a life from what I understand, I hope he’ll tell me more about it as time goes on. He’ll see it someday.” He said optimistically.

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Early the next morning, Hermione glanced about the office space she had been provided to work in at the hospital. It was quite a small room but large enough for an examination bed and all the tools she would need to do the work that she needed to do. The nurse who had escorted her hung about for a moment. “Will it do…? We have other machines if you need them; a sonogram machine…”

“She will have everything she needs provided as she requires it.” Severus said cooly, looking down his nose at the nurse. “She practices a more… holistic style of medicine.”

“This will do quite nicely; thank you so much…” Hermione smiled at the nurse reassuringly.

“Just… you know. Call if you need anything.” She said, giving Severus a nervous glance as she hurried out of the room.

“Honestly, Severus. She was just being helpful…”

“And she is a muggle nurse who does not need to know that you do not require such machinery to do your work.” Severus interrupted her, turning away. “I will be back to check on you shortly; you are to remain here and wait for your patients. You have eight, and all are scheduled to come and see you today.” Hermione watched as he swept out of the room; she couldn’t help but notice that his hospital jacket seemed to billow and the corners snap just like his school robes had done.

She sighed softly, sinking to a seat on the stool, idly playing with the little intricate bracelet on her wrist. It was pretty, but it served a purpose. She could not apparate anywhere while wearing it, nor could she use the Floo network to travel anywhere.

But she was happy to be out of that room in the Ministry; quite happy indeed to be able to see new faces and to be back doing what she loved to do; help those she had aided to get pregnant to realize their dream of having healthy babies.

She pushed herself to her feet, gathering her wits. No use in woolgathering; she would have a patient to care for soon, she’d better make sure everything was ready for them. Before long, the first patient was shown to the room by Severus Snape. He showed them to the door then closed it behind them without a word, giving her a warning look. Hermione ignored it, moving to take Terry’s hands. “Oh its good to see you’ve been taking care of yourself…!” she smiled warmly.

Terry hugged her shyly. “I have to, for the baby… could you make sure the baby is all right…? I just…”

Hermione smiled reassuringly, gesturing to the bed. “Of course: I know you’re nervous, first time and all. Come along; let me give you a quick scan…”

Damitri watched as Hermione again showed every bit of the skill that she had shown before, giving Terry every bit of her attention and explaining everything that she did before and while she did it. She did a scan of the baby and showed Terry where to rest his hands so they would be over the tiny forming infant, answering every question and not hesitating to explain over in other terms if it seemed that Terry was the slightest bit hesitant about the answer.

“All right, that will do it for this time… Just keep eating well – not too many sweets now, and don’t fall for that whole ‘eating for two’ nonsense. If you really do eat for two people, you’re going to keep all that weight after the baby comes.” Hermione cautioned with a soft smile.

“I won’t eat too much.” Terry promised, sitting up and buttoning his blouse. “Can I see you again next week?”

“Not next week; I think you will be fine for two weeks. I do want to see you a little more often than some of my other patients; I want to make sure that the potions you’re taking to sustain the baby continue to work effectively.” She smiled at him. “The balance we have right now seems to be working quite well; the baby is healthy and is developing as expected.”

Terry slipped off the bed and moved to Hermione, hugging her. “Thank you…” he murmured.

She returned the embrace. “I’m happy that I can help you. Now don’t forget; two weeks from today I want to see you again, and you can contact Severus Snape to get hold of me if there are any problems.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Damitri smiled, reaching to shake her hand as Terry moved to him and snuggled close.

She shook his hand. “My pleasure. See you soon.” She smiled.

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“Mrs. Weasley, you must know how bloody inconvenient this is!” Severus growled softly, glaring at Hermione with narrowed eyes. “Can’t you wait until you get back to the ministry?”

Hermione scowled irritably. “No, I most certainly cannot wait! If I could have waited I never would have brought it up to you! I’ve been locked in this room for four hours; I have to go to the bathroom. You can follow me if you want but I WILL lock the stall!”

Severus stepped back out of the way to allow Hermione to hurry down the hallway. He didn’t like allowing her to go outside the room that had been selected and specially charmed to cover her presence in the hospital. That overbearing idiot that had been placed in the position of the Minister of Magic had actually entrusted him with watching over Mrs. Weasley and he had no intention of letting her out of his sight. He had taken every precaution possible to ensure that she was secure. He hadn’t counted on restroom breaks, though.

He watched with growing unease as she went into the ladies’ room. He followed her to the door but allowed the door to drift shut behind her. Surely nothing would happen to her in the loo; she’d be just a few moments and then she could get back to helping the last of her patients. Following that, he would escort her directly back to the ministry and be done with her for at least a week. He was just being over-reactionary, feeling something ominous about a simple visit to the bathroom…

His hesitance evaporated in a moment when he heard a scream, cut off by a female voice snarling the killing curse. Snape took in all the details of the room in the span of a heartbeat: there were three women in the room. One was likely an unfortunate muggle in the wrong place at the wrong time; a woman he had never seen before lay upon the floor, her jaw slack and eyes staring sightlessly. He was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was dead.   The second woman was Hermione Weasley, and she was crumpled in the corner of the room with the tiles slightly cracked behind her, looking dazed and bound and gagged with magical ropes, a trickle of blood dripping down her forehead from a cut over her right eye.

Standing over the two of them was a woman who, if Snape did not know better, he would swear was Bellatrix Lestrange when Voldemort had been alive. It took a moment for it to register in his mind that the woman before him was Pansy Parkinson.    She was not immaculately dressed in wizarding style as she would normally have been; on the contrary she was wearing a muggle skirt and jacket with a plain blouse. Her hair, normally perfectly coiffed and colored a different tone every week, was back to its natural color and was coming loose of its bun. The loose tendrils formed in a wild halo about her face, some hanging unchecked into her eyes.   Her eyes held no reason or logic; they burned with that same type of blind fury teetering on the edge of insanity.

Her expression changed from ultimate triumph to fury at seeing Snape; her hand instantly raised the wand to attack again, baring her teeth at him in a snarl. "Petrificus Totalus!" She snarled and the flare of red light shot out of the end of her wand, a much more powerful spell than she had ever been able to produce in her school years. Severus knew he could not underestimate her; although she had been a passably good student in school, once a person reached their snapping point nothing was beyond their capability.

Being quite practiced in dueling; Severus did not waste his power countering her first attack. He simply was no longer where she expected him to be when the blast of energy hit the door, icing it over with the spent missed spell. He then threw up a protection spell and cursed the fact that the room was so small; he had very little room for maneuvering. "You won't get away again, Parkinson!" he snarled at her.

"I’ll do as I like and you don't have any choice in it. You'll never stop me! She's mine you bloody old fool! She BELONGS to ME!!" she screamed at him, throwing a cutting spell at him.

"You ruined yourself with your mad experiments and raping of wizards!" He snapped back at her, blocking the attack once more. If he could just force her to stay few more minutes, the Aurors ought to arrive...

"Father wants her and he WILL have what he wants!" She snarled back at him, trying time and time again to strike Severus but his dueling skill was just a hair better than her madness could compensate for. She threw spell after spell, clearly growing more desperate and furious.

She threw one more spell then snatched something hard and black off her bracelet; she slammed the little black ball onto the floor. The room vanished in a cloud of instant night followed by the spell Bombarda. The effects of the destructively explosive spell were not visible due to the magical darkness, but its power was clear. The sheer impact of the blast and the force of the explosion bowled Severus back against one of the sinks, showering everyone in the room with tiny shards of glass and stone and other debris. His ears were ringing, but he could clearly hear her begin to giggle at the destruction.

The pain caused by his impact with the sink might have slowed Snape, but he was not fooled or distracted by the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes product at all. He had a pretty damned good idea of what she was about to do and he wasn’t about to let her get away with it; Hermione Weasley, like it or not, was under HIS protection!! He heard Pansy curse furiously as her attempt to apparate away with her prey failed. The bracelet had done its job.

Immediately he lunged forward and grabbed blindly in the blackness, catching hold of a handful of fabric and clutching it tightly. He didn't care who he'd seized; he had no intention of letting go at all. He knew that if it was Pansy he had hold of, he was in a great deal of trouble; she had been pretty good in school at close-range hexes.

A wand appeared out of the darkness and struck Severus, leaving a bleeding cut across his jaw and left arm. He ignored the pain; he’d certainly endured worse than that. He seized the fabric with his other hand without losing his grip on his wand and braced himself, pulling as hard as he could. The wand struck twice more before he wrenched the fabric to himself and rolled away in the dark, glass shards crunching underneath them.   It was Hermione he'd gotten hold of... and he had no intention of allowing Pansy to get his hands on the young woman again.

"No!!" Pansy screamed out of the dark. "Give that bitch back to me! She's mine!" she said wildly, letting Severus know he had been right. Pansy had tried to leave and drag the dazed woman out with her.

"Not bloody likely, Pansy." Severus snarled back, pushing the unresisting woman into a corner and standing between her and the rest of the room. Where the hell was the bloody ministry?! They should have been here when all this began!! There was supposed to be an Auror in the waiting room!!

"Then I'll have to kill you too." Her voice was suddenly calm and she began to laugh; the sound seemed to come from all around him; he couldn't pinpoint where the woman was.   "You can’t touch me! You can’t even see me!" She said in a singsong voice followed by a mad giggle that she stifled. "This is over, Severus Snape... and you lose." Her voice went from singsong to that suddenly deadly. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!"

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: The term “wranger”, as defined by the following website:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wranger means a person who is descendant from an orangutan. I used this insult for George because the site specifically mentions Ron as played by Rupert Grint.
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