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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hide and Seek

Snape stood fixed in place as he peered around the tower. He thought for sure that where he would find Natalie there. Striding to the edge of the parapet, he gazed down on the near bucolic scene spread out over Hogwarts� grounds; no sight of the witch, or an eagle. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the stone edge, scouring his memories for a clue on where to find her. When he found nothing in his own memories, he descended to the Great Hall, looking for either Alexei or Ana. �Perhaps one of them has seen her.� He stepped quickly through the staff entrance, robes billowing in their traditional manner, and stopped near the younger couple.
�Pardon the interruption, have either of you seen Natalie?� He asked, voice betraying none of the emotion that should have been portrayed with his question.
�I d�ought she was weeth you?� Ana questioned in return, her face clouding over with concern. Alexei, his eyes widening, shook his head in denial as well. Dumbledore kept a keen eye on his Potions Professor, curiously concerned as well. Snape�s upper lip curled into his trademark snarl, displeasure written all over his face.
�She left rather abruptly.� He continued. �I would like to find her if possible.� Alexei stood up, motioning for Snape to follow him from the Great Hall. The two men, power emanating from their mere presences, strode purposefully towards the Staff Entrance.
�Professor Snape?� A student�s voice carried above the normal racket of breakfast in the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy stopped his Head of House.
�Yes?� Snape did all he could do to not snarl and snap churlishly at the interruption.
�I think there�s something going on in the classroom further down from yours.�
Snape arched an eyebrow, folding his arms protectively over his chest, preparing to listen further.
�First there was really loud � well, I guess it was music, but I�ve never heard it before. Then there was a lot of shouting and yelling, and I heard something about first blood.�

Instantly, a distressed Alexei bolted from the Hall when he heard Draco�s words, swearing vehemently under his breath in Bulgarian. The few upperclassmen from his school who were still in the Hall instantly rose from their benches to follow him at full speed. Snape jerked his head towards the door as well, and he and the cohort of students following Malfoy nearly ran towards the dungeon corridor as well.
Thundering into the corridor, the mass of students halted when faced with the unnerving appearance of the unflappable Headmaster approaching from the opposite direction. �How in the bloody blazes does he do that!� Snape marveled, but not for long. Fear for Natalie began to override his senses. Alexei and a group of Durmstrang upper classman assembled outside the door to Natalie�s classroom, staring at each other blankly. Loud music did indeed blare from the interior.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, nearly crushing the student standing next to Alexei. Natalie, hands on hips, growled at the crowd.
�If you came to watch, fine, but stay behind the white line.�
She turned quickly and disappeared again into the room. Krum stared at Alexei. Alexei looked at Snape. Snape turned to Albus, who had already entered the room. Once inside, they quickly noticed a magic white line around the perimeter of the classroom, which had been considerably enlarged. The floor was covered with muggle gym mats. Natalie was barefoot, dressed in gym shorts and a tight spandex top. Standing in the center of the room, Noah tapped his foot impatiently.
Natalie shouted at him from across the room.
�Chose your weapon, damn it.�
Noah closed his eyes. He sighed, opened his eyes, leveling his blue-eyed gaze at his agitated sister. �Hand to hand.�
�Chose your second.� Natalie barked again, studying the crowd in her domain closely, as did Noah. Settling on her choice, Natalie walked straight towards the obviously a Malfoy heir. She bowed curtly, handing him her wand on her outstretched palm.
�Will you hold my wand until the duel is complete?� She asked respectfully.
�I guess.� The young man nearly stuttered.
�You will not return it to me until the match is declared over. Understand?�
�I think so.� He answered hesitantly.
�Swear it.� Natalie commanded, her eyes narrowed, and her lip curled into a disgusted snarl.
�I swear not to return your wand until the match is declared over.�
�Good.�
Teeth clenched, arms crossed, Natalie now tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Noah to chose his keeper. Looking over the crowd, Noah too tried to find a suitable neutral party. Alexei might not give it to him if he needed to defend himself or conversely Alexei might give it to him before he needed to defend himself. Snape wouldn�t give it to him at all. The students also seemed to be more fond of Natalie than they were of him. They might not return his wand at all either. Finally, he decided, bowing before the elder wizard, extending his wand to Dumbledore at the same time. Dumbledore quickly took his oath.
�I swear not to return your wand until the match is declared over.� The white-haired wizard committed himself quietly.
When both Natalie and Noah crossed the white line into the arena, all of the weapons, save the dagger in Natalie�s hand, disappeared. She smirked at the tint of fear in her brother�s eyes. Grasping her now rather long hair in one hand, she twisted it harshly, then sliced through the tail with the dagger. She snickered at the collective gasp from behind her. Noah laughed heartily. Natalie casually walked to the side of the arena, tossing first the dagger, then the lifeless hank of hair onto the side table. That dagger then disappeared as well.
�I won�t have my hair used against me again, little brother.�
�Smart.� Noah taunted.
No one, save Snape, noticed Nolan and Malfoy, Sr. slip into the room.
�Damn.� Nolan swore when he saw what Natalie had done. �This is going to get ugly.� He commented to no one in particular.
�What are they doing?� Lucius whispered to Severus.
�Apparently they are preparing to duel in hand to hand combat.� Snape snarled.
�Hand to hand?� Nolan repeated numbly, afraid to take his eyes off his siblings. �Did they say anything else?�
�Something about first blood.� Draco piped up, having now noticed and sidled up next to his father.
�Wands?� Nolan continued, eyes locked on his siblings who now circled each other, preparing to duel.
�I have hers. Dumbledore has his.� Draco answered, equally enthralled with the event playing out before them.
Nolan nodded in satisfaction. �Good � good � very good.�
�And why is that good?� Snape demanded to know.
�They won�t kill each other then.�
Three wizards, two blonde, one black, snapped their heads around to stare at him. Nolan merely smirked at them, adding only.
�It�s a family thing.�

Malfoy leaned in to speak to Nolan confidentially. �Why did she cut her hair?�
Nolan snorted before grumbling his answer.

�The last time Natalie was called out, our older brother grabbed her by the hair and forced her to concede the match. He held a knife at her throat until she agreed to submit.�
�These assholes don�t need to know he had to draw blood to force her concession.�

Lucius subconsciously ran his fingers through his own long tresses, brushing them over one shoulder. All eyes focused on the sparring match as Natalie taunted her brother in return.
�I won�t let you win as easily as Nicholas did.� Natalie snarled as she flicked her wrist towards the far wall, turning off her music.
�You didn�t let him win.� Noah spat back.

The match began in earnest as Noah stepped into Natalie, trying to grab her arm. She allowed him to grip her forearm, then violently stepped into him, shoving both arms up and into his abdomen, earning a grunt, and a forced expiration, shunting him backwards, then pulling him forwards sharply, forcing him to fall on his face. None of the spectators dared to make a sound. Natalie descended on him like a bird of prey swooping onto a hare. Noah rolled away at the last possible instant, lunging to his feet.
Their half wrestling, half boxing match continued in earnest for at least ten minutes with neither party gaining the upper hand. Natalie ducked and rolled away from Noah, grabbing and handful of his shirt as she went. The thin cotton tore under the strength and force of her grip, revealing the mark on his back; black and gold eagle clasping an opalescent green serpent, red tongue flickering in agitation; its Technicolor reality as a harsh contrast to the pale white scar like edges of Natalie�s mark just visible at the edges of her shoulders.
Natalie�s nails grazed his shoulder, raising red welts, but no blood. She growled in frustration. Noah hissed at her, weaving side to side on his feet, knees bent, trying to draw him in again.

�Enough already!�
Natalie bellowed, spinning and ramming her elbow into Noah�s stomach, doubling him over with the force. With her back still towards him, she slammed her clenched fist into his nose, which promptly spewed blood, everywhere, drenching her shirt.
�Fuck!� Noah shouted, holding his broken nose as the blood poured between his fingers.
�YIELD!� Natalie demanded.
�I concede.� Noah muttered.
Brother and sister walked towards the stunned onlookers. Natalie approached Draco, extending her hand for her wand. Severus� black eyes glittered in respect, admiration, awe, and a tinge of fear for the woman. She did not meet anyone�s gaze but Draco�s, who hesitated in returning her wand, unsure whether or not the match had indeed ended. Before he could hand it to her, Natalie snatched her wand from his clutches, repelling the hex Noah attempted to throw at her as he stole his wand from Albus� clutches. Without speaking a word, Noah�s wand flew into Natalie�s outstretched hand.
�I declare that I have drawn first blood. Do you concede?� She shouted angrily at Noah, who by now had dropped to his knees.
�You have drawn first blood. I concede; the match is hereby declared over.�
�January the first. Civil.� Natalie spat the words as if each one left a foul taste in her mouth. Turning back to the crowd, she hollered once again. �You are all witnesses should my brother not uphold the oath.� The various students, and four adult wizards nodded their affirmation. �Good. Now, GET OUT!� She roared.
Students and adults alike skittered for the door, save one tight-lipped, stern countenanced Potions Master.
TBC -- If�n y�all are still interested. Pitt.

Mrs. Bentley Snape: Imagine how Snape feels!
To the rest of my lovely, and probably now very confused readers: If you have specific questions, now is the time to ask!
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