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A/N:� This came from my kids watching some YouTube
video with the song over and over and over and over again.� Thanks to Marti for suggesting more
�personal� lyrics. If you can, open a second window, search for What do you do with a drunken sailor. The kids were watching a cartoon version with the Whiskey Bards singing. Laughed my head off trying to convince them that a head on a boat was the bathroom. LOL. Kids, whose idea were they anyway?

What Do You Do with a Drunken DeathEater?

�Would
you go down to the Three Broomsticks with me for a while?�� Natalie called from within Snape�s bath where she fruitlessly was attempting to smooth
down her abused hair.� .

�Why?�� He asked suspiciously.�

�Mairead asked me and Albus to
meet her for a drink.��

Snape stuck his head in the door to stare at
her with his sneer firmly planted on his face.�
�Albus?��

�Yes.� I�d appreciate a buffer, if you will.�� Natalie smiled at him hopefully.�� Snape�s sneer
deepened.

The
striking couple entered the dark barroom to the sounds of raucous laughter and
loud singing.� Aunt Mairead
was singing loudly to Karkaroff, whose hand trembled
slightly as he raised a glass of amber liquid to his lips, again.�� Snape�s eyes
rolled in distaste.� Still, he offered
his arm to Natalie and led her to the table.�
Rosmerta appeared instantly with two full
tankards, plunking them down in front of the newcomers with a sly wink at the
familiar Potions Professor.�

Mairead toasted her niece, shouting to be heard
over the music.� �Welcome!�� Then, laughing like a giddy school girl, she
poured two shots for the pair, adding �You�re behind!�� Karkaroff snickered
at Snape�s obvious discomfit as he inelegantly
sloshed his rum just a wee bit.

Igor
slurred,� �Yeth,
Thnape.� Catch
up.��

Natalie
laid her hand on Severus� thigh under the table then used her free hand to toss
back the shot in a single swallow.�
Slamming the� glass down on the
table, she grinned wildly before asking, �How far behind?��

Not
to be outdone by a woman, any woman, Snape slammed
his shot as well, reaching for the bottle to pour the next round.� Three rounds later, Albus
and Minerva joined them, followed quickly by Nolan and Noah.� Karkaroff bellowed
at the twins.� �Alexshee
wasches d� boat?�

�Yes
sir,� they answered in stereo before starting their own round of catching
up.�

The
crowd grew and the music dissolved into a sing a long.� Many began to clap along with the music.� Natalie, Mairead
and Nolan stomped and clapped heavily� as
they sang along with the music.� Noah
grabbed a young blonde woman from the next table and danced around the
tables.� Minerva�s toe tapped
daintily.�� Albus
eyes grew rheumy and he tapped his finger against his tankard.� The Hogwarts crowd were well into a second
bottle of rum when the musicians launched into a familiar tune.

What do you do
with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do
with a drunken sailor? Early-eye in the morning.�

Way hey up she
rises, way hey up she rises, way hey up she rises earl-eye in the morning.�

Mairead sang out,� �Shave
his belly with a rusty razor!��
Everyone picked up her line without missing a beat.� The folks at the bar began to bang their mugs
on the bar.�

�Shave his belly
with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a
rusty razor. earl-eye in the morning.� Way
hey up she rises, way hey up she rises, way hey up she rises earl-eye in the
morning.�

Nolan
bellowed out the next line, �Put �em in the long boat �til he�s sober.�� The crowd answered him in verse.� �Put �em in the long boat �til he�s sober, put him in the long
boat �til he�s sober, early-eye in the morning. Way hey up she rises, way hey
up she rises, way hey up she rises earl-eye in the morning.�

A
large red-bearded man, with a deep bass voice, �added the next line.�� Throw
him in the head with his skivvies on backwards.�

Mairead answered �Strip him naked and ride him backwards!� as she leered suggestively
at the inebriated �Bulgarian.� �She
began to dance around the tables to the echoing catcalls of the patrons and
heavy shaking of her nephews� heads and the absolute delight of one Slavic deatheather.� Snape snorted through his nose.� Damned
women, what a family.� He mentally
marveled at the moxie of the older witch.�

Noah
quickly overcame his surprise at his aunt�s suggestion and jumped up on the
small platform stage, singing as well.� �Hang �em from the
yardarm until he dangles.�

�

Karkaroff rose unsteadily to his feet, singing, �Shcratch hees back w� de the cat �o nine tailsh.�� Just before almost falling back down into
his chair.� The unsteady legs wobbled
under his weight, threatening to give way.�

Natalie
giggled madly, throwing out, �Scratch his
back with my own nails,� pantomiming raking her long red talons down an
imaginary back, locking eyes with Snape.� The pace became frantic, and Natalie did
double duty.� �Keelhaul him and pass the bottle.���
She stood up, grabbing the bottle from her aunt, and drinking straight
from it.�

Albus was not going to be left out of the
fun.�� He waggled his eyebrows at Minerva
before he added, �Put him in bed with the
Captain�s daughter.�� His contribution earned him a playful slap on
the arm.

Of
course, Minerva wouldn�t let him get ahead of her.� �Lock
him in the hold with an angry Weasley.�� Her face froze in horror at her drunken
slip.� She tried in vain to change the
verse.

�WEASEL!�
She shouted but it was too late.� The
crowd sang Weasley anyway.� Minerva dropped her head on her arms,
shoulders shaking in unwanted laughter, her cheeks red in an embarrassed flush.�

Snape, now caught up in the spirit, rang out
the next line in his melodic baritone.� �Slap �em on the arse and call him bonny.��
�

Natalie
fell off her chair laughing, taking her nearly full tankard with her, its
contents slopping over the edge on to her.�
She landed in a heap on the floor next to him.� Snape peered the
long way down his nose at her, clearly feeling quite superior.� Minerva choked on her ale.� Albus� eyes
twinkled gleefully while he drank yet another shot.� �She
lunged to her feet, grabbing Snape off his chair as
she kicked off her shoes, hoisted her skirts, chanting:� �Dance
him in circles 'til he can�t stand.��
�She whirled him physically around
the floors, laughing at the absolute dismay on his face.�

Mairead jumped up, holding the bottle in her
hand, leering with a decidedly lustful glint in her green eyes, and sang to Karkaroff, �Tie him
to my bedposts and make him beg!�� Half
the crowd roared in laughter and approval while the others carried on the
tune.� Karkaroff�s
pale face tinged red, and he lopsidedly grinned at the enticing woman.�

The
guitar player, following Snape�s lead, a leer on his
face, continued with �Paint his face and
call him �� Rosmerta broke in at this point,
hollering out from behind the bar, �Rosie!�

A
tall, dark, vaguely menacing man stood from a darkened corner of the pub,
tankard in hand to call out in a richly melodic bass, �Fly him from the mast like the Jolly Rodger.�� ��Natalie whirled at the sound of his voice,
ceasing her wild dancing, a look of absolute shock on her face.� The stranger speedily claimed her from Snape directing her skillfully into a frenzied, yet very controlled reel.� �The rhythm
became more frenetic with each verse, the musicians now with fingers flying faster than the dancers feet.� Snape, disconcerted, made his way back to the table, not
taking his eyes off of Natalie.� Mairead and Nolan had stopped singing completely.� Noah grinned like an idiot, spinning his
blonde around in the same reel.�
�A voice called from somewhere, �Tattoo his arse
where he can�t see!�� The newcomer showed no signs of relinquishing
Natalie as they spun wildly around the room, feet flying in unison.� A curly haired woman, obviously drunk called
out, �Butter the lobster in his
trousers!�

After
that addition, the musicians decided they�d had enough at that point and
launched into the final verse, �That�s
what we�ll do with a drunken sailor, that�s what we�ll do with a drunken
sailor, that�s what we�ll do with a drunken sailor, early-eye in the morning!

The
dark stranger escorted Natalie to the table.�
He nodded curtly at Nolan.� Igor
struggled to his feet, extending his hand in greeting.�

�Nischkolash,�� He
blurred his words sloppily.�

Nicholas
extended his hand in a firm grip, an attempt at a warm smile playing around his
lips, �Headmaster.��

He
spoke in clipped tones, but his face remained completely impassive, betraying
nothing and ignoring Karkaroff�s state.� The newcomer turned to Mairead,
kissing her lightly on the cheek.�

�Naunt Mairead.��

�Nicholas.��

The
green-eyed woman sobered quite quickly at the appearance of her oldest nephew,
the spitting image of his father.� ��Natalie seated herself next to Severus, her
grin faded back to her tightly controlled smile, her hands folded primly on the
table.� �Nicholas� appearance created no doubt that the
twins and Natalie took after their mother, at least in physical characteristics
anyway.�

Albus� eyes lost their rheum and twinkle as
he stood, extending his hand as well.� �Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts,�� He introduced himself politely.� �

Natalie�s
oldest brother snapped his heels together, bowing deeply from the waist in
respect, adding as he stood upright again.�
�Nicholas Monterichelieu.��

Minerva
stood to introduce her self formally as well.�
Nicholas cast his apparently disinterested gaze upon Snape
who stood to his full imposing height before introducing himself as well, any
hint of intoxication dissipated the instant the man had claimed his witch on
the dance floor, brother or not.� �Severus
Snape.��

�Ah,
a pleasure I assure you Mr. Snape.�� Nicholas smiled widely at the professor.� Natalie cocked her head at Severus, adding
with maliciousness not hidden in her voice, �My father�s heir apparent, Mr. Snape.��

Snape coolly arched an eyebrow at the man,
bowed stiffly from the waist before he also added, �A pleasure to make your
acquaintance as well.��

Nicholas
all but ignored Natalie.� He dragged an
empty chair up to the table.� He helped
himself to the bottle of rum standing forlorn in the center of the table.� He toasted his newfound companions, tossed
back a shot, then leaned back in his chair.�
Mercifully, the musicians began a nice slow ballad.� Snape rescued Natalie
by standing and asking for the dance.� Nicholas�
dark chocolate eyes glittered in interest as the similarly tall, dark and
dangerous appearing wizard guided his baby sister away from the table.�

Avast ye skinflints, tightwads and scallywags! Review lest ye be forced to walk the plank, aargh." Wishtchy lookin' for mo' rum. Who shtole mi' bottle?

NOTE: Well now, who has Nicholas come to handle? Have a great holiday.
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