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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

Bit of gore on this chapter.

Chapter 46

Paula turned to face the tall, dark haired woman who grinned manically at her. She watched as the woman weighed the knife in her hand then gripped the hilt.
�Snape, hold on to her.�

Severus nodded to the Dark Lord and stood behind Paula, gripping her arms tightly. He well knew the properties of the tsuri and waited to see what would happen.
Eyes stared from around the room, the gathered Death Eaters wanting to see Bellatrix slice the Gypsy, yet stay clear in case the Dark Lord decided one of them must also feel the slice of the blade.
Bella pressed the point of the knife into her own thumb lightly and watched in delight as a small bead of blood gathered at the very slight touch of the blade. Yes, she could do a lot of damage with this and please her Lord greatly. Bella held her wand in her left hand and the knife in her right. She stepped closer to the Gypsy in front of her and smiled wickedly as she raised the knife and slashed viciously, swiftly, and repeatedly at Paula�s face.
Paula did not even flinch, though she did feel Severus� fingers tense slightly at the sudden assault.
Shocked, Bella dropped the knife and her wand and brought her hands to her face, which was now nothing more than a mass of shredded flesh and blood. One eyeball was sliced clean through, her nose was carved so badly it looked like it had been chewed, regurgitated and the pieces replaced wherever they would stick. One cheek hung in ribbons of flesh while the other lay on the floor by her feet. The front of Bella�s robes were rapidly becoming soaked with her own blood. Then she screamed.
Shrugging from Severus� now loosened grip, Paula bent and picked up the knife while Severus, Voldemort, and the gathered Death Eaters looked at Bellatrix woman in bewildered silence.
Nagini slithered closer, her tongue tasting the smell of blood.
Voldemort hissed at her and she coiled herself back beneath his chair.
�Perhaps you would like to try it for yourself.� Paula suggested, holding the knife out to Voldemort.

Voldemort turned to her, his eyes narrowed. �What did you do?� �Snape, heal Bella.� He ordered, not taking his eyes off Paula.

Knowing full well that it would do no good, Severus went through the motions of trying to heal Bella while her husband Rudolphus and Albert Runcorn tried their best to calm her and hold her still. After five minutes of futile effort, Severus turned to the despot. �My Lord, the wounds are cursed, they will not heal.� His face was expressionless, though the disgust he felt inside threatened to engulf him.
Voldemort turned again to Paula. �What have you done, is the knife cursed, or have you coated it in some potion that prevents healing?� He roared.
�I have done nothing, she did it to herself. Tsuri will not turn on its owner, but will give back twice or more what its taker would give. I, and only I can heal her. But I am not of a mind to do so, considering I am nothing but a filthy Gypsy, and my welcome here leaves a lot to be desired.�
�Please my Lord, my Bella, don�t let her leave her like this.� Rudolphus pleaded as he cradled his traumatized wife in his arms.
�Heal her.� Voldemort demanded of Paula.
�Nai.� Paula told him sharply.
�Snape, Malfoy, strip her and lay her on the table.�
�Nai.� Paula negated again as the two men made to grab her.
Instead they grabbed air as Paula appeared behind Voldemort, much to Severus� relief.
�Care to try again pookering kori?� She asked, leaning over the back of his chair and speaking into his ear.
Severus was thankful she�d moved as she had, in fact he was counting on it.
Voldemort visibly jumped and spun round when her voice came from behind him. �What trickery is this?� He demanded.
�Trickery? Tis but magic.� She told him before appearing behind Malfoy and giving the man an almighty push, sending him sprawling to the floor in front of Voldemort.
Suddenly wands were drawn and curses flew as Voldemort and the gathered Death Eaters all tried to bring her down. Severus too joined the skirmish, though he made certain that his hexes flew wild. He just hoped that Paula was fast enough to dodge everyone else�s curses. Quite a few Death Eaters were hit by stray spells during the course of the affray until finally Voldemort called a halt to it.
�What are you that you can move so fast? No ordinary witch I�ll be bound.�
�I am Paula, I am Zingaro, of the Vance�s, of the Lovel tribe, and descended of the Kaulo Camloes.� (Black beauties of the Egyptians) She said, holding her head up proudly. �I came in good faith this night, but my faith is betrayed. I will heal the woman and then I wish to leave. Not one finger have I raised here tonight, not one spell have I cast in defence of myself. Everyone here who is injured, is so because of their own doing. There is nothing here for me.�
Paula walked over to where Bella still laid in her husbands arms, her cries barely audible now save for the agonized groans that stuttered from between her blooded lips. Rudolphus laid over her protectively, still shielding her for fear the string of curses would begin again.
Rudolphus� eyes met hers from behind his mask with a mixture of distrust, fear, and hope.
�Cams tu lati?� �Do you love her?� Paula asked Rudolphus.
He nodded.
�I am Romany, clean and honest, I will heal your woman. You will see.� Paula said to the masked man as she knelt and took his hands and removed them from the woman laid over his lap.
Her own hands she placed palms down on Bella�s shredded face and pressed lightly, eliciting a fresh, weak scream of pain from the bleeding woman. Rudolphus made to push Paula away but as soon as she looked at him he thought better of it.
Paula�s eyes changed visibly as they met his and it was enough to prevent him from wanting to even touch her, let alone prevent her from doing what she said she would do. He lowered his own gaze and watched as Paula moved her hands slightly, making sure to touch each injured part of the woman before her. When she removed them several minutes later, she lifted her skirt and tore a piece from her petticoat which she then used to wipe away as much blood as she could from the face of Bellatrix Lestrange.

�Dovo se li. (That�s it) Clean her up, she is fine.� Paula told Rudolphus.
He stared at her wide eyed then looked back down to his wife. Using his wand he finished cleaning her and it was as though nothing had ever marred her skin. �Thank you.� He whispered very quietly so Voldemort would not hear.
Paula stood and faced Voldemort, aware of Rudolphus helping his wife to her feet but keeping her own gaze on the snakelike man before her.
�Here is bengako tan, of bostaris and curaken.� (Here is a place of devils, bastards and fighting) �And you are wafodúder than dovor.� (you are worse than they.) You are sap mush, serpent man.�
�I am Lord Voldemort, the greatest, most powerful wizard the world has ever seen. This time I let you go Gypsy woman, but when the battle begins, you will perish along with the rest of the mudbloods and blood traitors.�

Paula looked at him then turned to the congregated Death Eaters in the room.

"Kon mangel te kerel tumendar r.oburen `ci `soxa phenela tumen o `ca`cimos pa tumare perintonde"

At the sea of confused looks she said.

"He who wants to enslave you will never tell you the truth about his forefather.�
�You.� Paula said, turning back to Voldemort. �Are not mighty. You use the power of the stupid and gullible to bolster your own deflated ego. You are too broken inside. Were you a Gypsy you would have less status then a cat.�
A now much recovered Bella listened to the woman insulting her Lord and boiled with rage. �Bitch.� She screamed, struggling against Rudolphus who held her back. �How dare you speak to him like that? How dare you. You are nothing you hear me, nothing.�
Paula looked at the infuriated woman she�d just healed and raised a hand. Pointing directly at her she said.
"Rinkeno mui and wafodu zee, kitzi's the cheeros we dicks cattanē."
�Go. Snape take her away from here. I will deal with her another time.� Voldemort said angrily.
�What? No. You can�t let her go. She cursed me. You heard her my Lord she cursed me. Kill her.�

TBC
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