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Chapter List
- 1-In Love and War
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
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Well, we've certainly gotten some interesting guesses. But as I mentioned, one of the characters is *very* obscure. As in was mentioned in the books perhaps once or twice. So the pairings it *isn't* are: Harry/Ron, Sirius/Lupin, and there are no Malfoys involved. Nor is it Percy and Oliver. And I'm not giving the names. The whole piece is going to be done without names. But I must tip my hat to KD. My dear, you are the closest by far! So very, very close...and yes, Karkaroff is random, but we're looking for even *more* obscure. :-) And we switch again!

In Love and War
IV

It is time.

Regardless of our preparation, I cannot help but have my doubts. I am always....on edge, before these things. He is not. He looks as a puppy, bouncing and wriggling about, anxious to be on our way.

"Would you *please* calm yourself?" I demand.

"Oh, relax. This is how I prep." He flashes me one of those insufferable grins of his. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as I gather what I need. A few small vials, easily slipped into the pouch on my belt. All he takes is his wand, it is all he needs. My talent, however, lies in more tangible fields.

"Come." We are to Apparate to just outside the wards around the building, and then proceed on foot from there. But I have convinced him to apparate a bit farther away, just to be on the safe side. I do not doubt our spy's information, he is in fact *quite* in the know. And he isn't the sort of spy who is going to risk angering *us*.

"I'm coming." Another grin. Lord, but that irks me.

As does Apparation. There is something about it I simply do not like. I understand that yes, it is effective and useful, but I still do not like it.

"Here we are." He puts an arm around my waist. He touches far too much.

"Now is not the time." I hiss, batting his hand away. "Break the wards."

"Relax." He cracks his knuckles, strolling along like he's out for a jaunt. It amazes me how he can be so nonchalant. As though we were...out on a date, for the love of Merlin.

"Careful..." He's getting dangerously close to the wards.

"Calm. Down." He shakes his head at me, and slips his wand out. I cannot help but worry. We are now here. It is happening. He hunches down, leaning back on his heels. I cannot pretend to fully understand what it is he is doing. Much I as I intrigued by curses and hexes, I find I have not the aptitude for them. He mutters a few words, and suddenly e is much different.

It is only now that he is focused, alert. Every fiber in his being is in tune, and narrowed onto his one task. I can simply watch him, awaiting my role in his endeavor.

"There." He stands up. There is a faint shimmer, and then nothing. "Primary ward's down. Let's go. Stay behind me, I'm gonna be shooting out testers every five or so steps."

*Now* he decides not to take chances. I simply do not understand him. But I decide I look the serious cast to his features. It is intense and unfamiliar. I see it so rarely. I follow diligently behind, whispering instructions as we go. I have the map.

"Wait..." He holds up his hand, wand out. This place is disturbing in the dark.do ndo not like the way our footsteps echo, or the way shadows appear to be adversaries.

"What is it?"

"The conspectus." He tells me. I nod, and await for him to disarm it. A simple flick of his wrist, and he tells me it is safe to go on. I have never felt quite like this before. There is a certain air of...well, I honestly cannot place it. But this task carries far more importance then any other we have been set to. There is something in the air. He looks over his shoulder at me, and his intense look is broken by his trademark gamine grin. He feels it too.

"Love you." He tells me. He is taking advantage in the change of our relationship. I will have to have a word with him on that. But now I simply nod. Yes, this is a fine time to exchange those sorts of things. We're on the brink of winning this ridiculous war-that shouldn't even be a war.

"You know what we should do...." I don't like the look he's giving me.

"We should get those documents as soon as possible." I say firmly. He nods, and continues walking. "Take this left." I tell him.

Merlin, but I do not like this place devoid of life. It is far too large to be so empty. "We have to go down a floor...."

"I know." He nods. "The elevator's charmed. Give me a minute..."

A minute turns into five. He frowns. Five turns to ten. This does not bode well. What is the matter? He is frowning, and it does not sit well with me. His blithe manner earlier is coming back to haunt us, I fear. He offers no explanation, no assurances that he is working out whatever it is on the damn elevator.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Demorsicus." He spits the word out, as though it is something vile. "That spying little rat didn't say a thing about Demorsicus!"

"Is that a problem?" Well, obviously it is if he is taking ten minutes to break it. He claims there is nothing he cannot break, nothing he cannot disarm. Apparently not.

"It's a wicked advanced version of Impedemtia." He tells me, standing up. "And on top of that, it's got some strings attached. If I break it, it sets off an alarm. If I disarm that, the spell locks."

I am assuming, that by locking, the spell is set, and cannot be removed at all. It is rarely done. That they would risk something like that tells me they expect something. They have prepared for us, and even our clever little spy hasn't found all of their traps. Taking a deep breath, I press on. "What, exactly, are you saying?".

"We can't use the elevator."

"And how, then, are we supposed to get down?" He-Who-Swore-Nothing-Could-Go-Wrong. Things are *very* much going wrong.

"Give me a minute." He fold his arms, and he's thinking. This is not good. We cannot return without those documents!

"We must think of a way..."

"I know!" He waves his hand at me. "We're just going to have to do it the old fashioned way."

"What is that?" I am having sever doubts.

"We make a hole in the floor...."

"We cannot do that!" Is he raving? "Come. I'd imagine there to be stairs...."

"Let me go first!" He practically shoves me from in front of him. Does he think I cannot spot alarms myself? Bu se seems to feel better ahead of me. Every so often we must stop. I check the map, and he checks for unwelcome surprises. Eventually, we make our way to a flight of stairs leading down.

"You know..." He hesitates, and rakes his hair out of his eyes. "I'm not liking this all too much..."

"Nor am I, but it must be done."

"Well....he'd understand...."

"Are you *mad*?" He must be. He has gone mad tonight, that is the only explanation. "It does not matter how important or trusted we are, if we return without these plans he *will* have our hides for a cloak!"

"You're exaggerating..." But he says nothing more on it. "I just have a bad feeling."

"I always ave a bad feeling, and nothing comes of it. You said yourself, nothing can go wrong." I feel we are heading towards a fight. That will not do.

"I know, I know." He sighs. "We're wasting time, come on. I want to get this done, and go home to bed. *Your* bed."

"Yes yes." I allow him to go down the stairs before me. He seems satisfied that there is nothing of danger here. We continue out into the corridor.

"This place gives me the willies." He says, idly checking for hexes.

"Yes."

"I mean, I don't even like it in the daytime. It's like an anthill or something. I couldn't work here, I'd go mad." He wrinkles his nose.

"Mmm." I am inclined to agree with him. This place is...sterile, almost. There is an order and rigidity about it that unnerves me. I would rather slit my own wrists then subject myself to a 'desk job'.

"I think we're almost there...." He tells me. Everything in the bloody place looks alike. Door after door, blank hallway after blank hallway. "Check the map."

"Yes, we've a few more rooms." We are almost there. As long a he can deal with that forsaken ensiscaria we will be home free. And heroes.

"Wait!" He pauses, and looks very much like a cat who has spotted a mouse. He turns, head cocked as though listening.

"What?"

"Shhh!" He hushes me, and my blood chills at the look of fear that crosses his features. All color drains from his face. He swallows dryly, and when he speaks his voice is a hoarse whisper:

"We're not alone...."
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In Love and War