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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 39 - Lucius and the Pendragon Plot

Severus finally frees himself and rushes to Welkin's rescue.

It was the kiss that did it. Welkin knew instantly that this was not her Severus, and the knowledge that the man was an imposter, and that her body had been rendered virtually helpless by him, alarmed her. What alarmed her more was wondering what had happened to Severus at his hands.

Welkin cringed inwardly as the imposter’s lips left hers, and began a leisurely descent down her throat. Stay calm - think - she told herself. Whatever you do, don’t panic. She needed information, first and foremost. Her body was hindered, and her mind was a little foggy, but still relatively alert. She focused, and cast her mind into the thoughts of the man on top of her.

There was the expected lust, which left him too preoccupied to notice her light probing. She pushed past that, and found the sequence of images she was looking for - Severus stunned, bound, and thrust into the downstairs closet. He was still alive. Thank God for that.

Welkin pushed further, and the next image swirled and coalesced into the visage of the man she had already suspected - Lucius Malfoy. She saw Lucius trailing them from the theatre - giving the waiter the note that Severus had received to send him downstairs - and finally, Lucius drinking liquid from a small bottle to effect his transformation into the man who he would never be.

Welkin felt her anger rising. Malfoy had lain in wait for Severus and stunned him without warning, like the skulking coward that he was. Any gratitude she might have once felt for his part in preventing Huldra from stabbing her fled from her with this new rush of anger, which was rapidly building to rage, as he continued his disgusting slobbering over her helpless body. If her arms and hands were still functional she would have raised them to his throat to strangle him.

Free at last, Snape blasted open the closet door with his wand and ran for the stairs, bounding up them with fear for Welkin’s welfare in his heart, and murderous rage against Lucius Malfoy uppermost in his mind.

When he reached their room, and found the door locked, he didn’t bother with unlocking charms, but blasted that door open as well.

Snape’s imposter was lying on the floor by the bed, writhing in pain, his hands clutching at his throat, desperately gasping for air. Welkin lay on the bed, the top of her nightgown pulled down, and her breasts exposed. Her head was turned to the side, a malevolent gaze fixed on the transformed Lucius, her lips repeating the dark chant Snape had taught her, as she used her mind to gradually tighten her invisible grasp on his throat and strangle him. As Snape watched, Lucius arched his torso off the floor, and gave a final rattling gasp before slumping back to the floor, senseless, but still alive.

Snape slowly raised his wand, and pointed it at Lucius, prepared to speak the forbidden words, and finish the job that Welkin had begun.

"Severus, no!" Welkin managed to shout at him, knowing what was in his mind to do to Lucius. "They’ll put you in Azkaban for it! Please! Don’t kill him! I’m alright! He didn’t hurt me!"

Snape hesitated, but did not lower his wand.

"He’s not worth it, Severus! Please, just come help me! I can’t move!" Welkin pleaded with him.

Snape at last lowered his wand, and put it away, swiftly moving to Welkin’s side. He placed a hand on her forehead, and used an Enervating Spell to dispel the effects of whatever potion that Malfoy had given her. As she slowly began to regain control of her body, Severus discreetly pulled the top of her nightgown back up to cover her nakedness.

"Did he…force himself on you?" Snape asked her, his voice thick with emotion.

"No. It didn’t get that far," Welkin assured him. "I used the magic you taught me to stop him." She snuggled herself against him, seeking the comfort of his arms.

"Yes. I saw that you did," Severus told her a bit more calmly.

Snape had been reluctant at first, to begin tutoring Welkin in the dark forms of magic that he knew. He had not wanted to sully her innocence with it, nor allow it to place a stain on her soul, as it had on his. But now he saw that she had spoken the truth when she convinced him. She had successfully argued her case by telling him that it was necessary for them to use it, to protect their family against those who would try to harm them, and tear them asunder.

Welkin had used what she had learned well, but only defensively, and she had not killed with it. Just as importantly, she had stopped him from killing.

Dark Magic did not have to be corrupting if used for the right purpose. He saw that now. He would no longer fear that studying the Dark Arts would result in him slipping back into the ways of thinking that had darkened his soul when he was younger. He would never again be that misguided man. Their love would protect them from that, Welkin had argued to him when he had initially made his protests to her. He saw now that it was also true, just as she had said. Their love would always be the shield against the darkness, and their souls would remain intact.

"What should we do with him?" Welkin asked.

"Wait for the effects of the Polyjuice Potion to wear off, and then we’ll decide," Snape said. "While we’re waiting, let’s see what other tricks he has up my sleeves, shall we?"

Severus’s search of his pockets revealed that Lucius had used only half of the potion he had at his disposal. A short trip to Hogsmeade and back by Apparition, and Snape was prepared when Lucius changed back to himself, and then groggily got to his feet. Malfoy gave a start when he saw Snape with his wand pointed directly at his head.

"How about another little drink, Lucius?" Snape offered, as Welkin added the hair he had retrieved in Hogsmeade to the remaining potion. Welkin sashayed over with a smirk, and handed Lucius the bottle.

"That was not an optional offer," Snape growled, moving the wand closer to Lucius's nose. "Drink it now, or I just might be tempted to rearrange these handsome features of yours that you’re so proud of into a less pleasing pattern with my wand."

"Persephone, who tied you up out here?" Aberforth Dumbledore fussed as he untied the rope that tethered the goat outside the Hog’s Head Inn.

"Follow one of the customers outside again, did you? That’s a very naughty girl. You're lucky they brought you back."

Aberforth’s gruff voice took on a more patient, loving tone when he was addressing his beloved goats. Persephone was his favorite, and he was particularly solicitous of her comfort. "Come back inside, then. It’s much too cold out here for you, little lovely."

He led her back inside, and slipped the looped rope off her neck to release her. She gave a frightened bleat, and quickly retreated into a corner, eyeing him warily.

"Well, what’s the matter with…" Aberforth started to ask when the bleat of a goat behind him stopped him. He turned and looked down into the soft brown eyes of another Persephone, identical to the one he had just led inside. "What the bloody hell?"

Aberforth let his baleful gaze travel around the room, eyeing each of his regular customers in turn. "Who’s the bleedin’ comedian who thinks this is bloody funny?" he demanded.

"So, Narcissa had to come down there to pick him up?" Welkin was grinning from ear to ear as Severus related the new gossip that was making the rounds in Hogsmeade.

"Yeeeees," Snape drawled. "Aberforth apparently Owled her to, threatening to turn Lucius over to the authorities for questioning, and possible charges of cross-species ‘fraternization’ while under the influence of Polyjuice Potion," Snape added with a smirk of his own.

"Lucius is pretty lucky that you didn’t put him in with the rest of Aberforth’s goats, like you originally intended to," Welkin said. "He’s such a pretty thing. One of the other billy goats might have fraternized him plenty!" Welkin laughed raucously at the image that conjured up.

"As it was, it apparently took three of Dumbledore’s customers to pull him off of Lucius, after he transformed back to himself," Snape reported. "He gave him quite the pounding, I am told."

"Good! The motherfuckin' rapist asshole! He deserved worse! I wish he’d given him a pounding before he changed back - if you know what I mean," Welkin said.

"Those are only rumours about Aberforth Dumbledore’s proclivities in that area, Welkin," Snape reminded her. "I doubt that they are true."

"But they might be true. There’s all kinds of strange love in this world, Severus," Welkin noted. "Who are we to judge that what happens privately between a man and his goat isn’t a beautiful thing?"

"Do you have anything sexual that you object to, my pet?" Snape asked her. "I am curious, as I myself have yet to find it."

"Well, you know I don’t approve of anything sexual being directed at children," she said. "That’s the worst thing in the world, as far as I’m concerned. You can’t get any lower than that. There are a few others, but not really very many. 'Live and let fuck' is my attitude. Life is too short to go around policing other people’s bedroom habits."

Welkin poked a finger at his thin chest. "What about you, with that great big frisky cock of yours? You’re not exactly a shrinking violet when it comes to sex either. I can hardly keep up with you sometimes. Is there anything you don’t cotton to?"

Snape considered her question, pursing his mouth a bit, and frowning. "I did not like the strap-on suggestion that you made," he finally admitted.

Welkin laughed. "I’ll say you didn’t! I thought you were going to hide under the bed when I said that! I don’t see what the big deal is. I gave you a little backdoor action. Turnabout is fair play, as you always say. I would have been very gentle with you. At least…in the beginning. Once I got started, I would have ridden you like a jockey coming down homestretch at the Kentucky Derby!"

Snape looked puzzled. "What is the Kentucky Derby?" he asked.

Welkin laughed at him again. "You’re such an innocent about the Muggle world sometimes. Come here Seabiscuit, and I’ll explain it to you." She opened her arms invitingly, and he rolled into them, yawning up at her as she stroked his hair, and began his bedtime story.

"Once upon a time, far, far away in a magical land called Ken-tuck-ee, there was a greeeeaaat big ole horse farm near the hamlet of Lexington…"
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 39 - Lucius and the Pendragon Plot