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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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Déjà Vu

Natalie brushed a lank lock of hair from Snape’s eyes as she gazed down on his face frozen into a mask of absolute rage. She knelt on the floor next to his bed, one hand resting on his stomach, tears forming in her eyes.

“Severus, this is for the best. My father would torture you until the end of your days. And use you to torture me. I can’t let you near him. I can’t bear to see you in pain.” She kissed his temple gently, lovingly, sorrowfully.

Reaching into her pocket, she produced a vial of an opaque blue liquid. Removing the stopper, she used the glass rod attached to the cork to brush the liquid against Severus’ lips. Immediately, a strange sense of bliss overwhelmed his senses. He tried to fight Natalie’s psychic intrusion, but quickly found himself mentally overpowered as well. A vision of the witch standing in a room of many doors washed before him. Methodically, the vision witch began to open the doors sort through his memories, modifying many of them to eliminate herself, working her way backwards chronologically. She was dispassionate, lips pressed into a thin line of concentration. “Such a well-organized mind, Severus. You make this task too easy.” She moved rapidly until she reached the night of the Yule Ball. She stood, watching Severus’ memories as the two of them walked arm in arm back to the carriage. She smiled at the obvious lust in her own eyes as she helped the wizard out of his clothing. In a moment of pure weakness, she allowed him that memory, erasing only the events following their joining. She modified his remembrance to see himself walking alone back to his dungeons, and extremely self-satisfied smirk pressing his thin sallow lips together.

A sad smile on her face, she bent to his forehead, resting her dry lips against his cool skin once more. Touching the tip of her cottonwood* wand against his temple, she whispered apologetically, “Obliviate.”

In the same instant she began her reptilian transformation, she hissed, “Renervate.”

Slithering from his chambers, she squashed her lithe body beneath the door to his classroom, then re-formed as herself, walking confidently back to her classroom.

A bewildered Severus Snape found himself fully clothed, head full of mush, body sore, on his own bed, staring at the stone ceiling.

“How the fuck did I end up here?” He asked himself aloud. “Better yet, where the hell was I last night?”

Loud voices in the hallway roused him further. Groaning, he eased himself out of bed, making for his door.

“Nicholas, you asshole, go home!” He heard the Beauxbatons Professor shouting at someone just outside his door.

“I want to know where you disappeared last night, dear.” A deep bass voice demanded.

Nicholas had a tight grip on his sister’s arm. His voice deepened even more dangerously. His eyes darkened to midnight blue. Snape eavesdropped from the safety of his chambers, his years as a spy flooding back to him.

“You spent the night with that man.” The unfamiliar voice accused. Snape swore he heard jealousy tinting that bass. “You’re fucking him, I know it.” A resounding crack vibrated through the wooden door. Snape smirked knowingly: the witch had slapped the stranger, hard.

“You bloody wanker!” Natalie sputtered, at a slight loss for names to call her eldest brother, “WHO and WHAT I do is none of your business. I am a grown woman, and I will fuck who I want!”

Natalie’s rage attracted the attention of the entire Slytherin House, the door to their common room now flung wide, and eager faces peered out, fascinated with the drama.

“But, for your education …” Natalie continued bellowing at the top of her lungs, “I went home to Caledonia last night to make sure my house was in order. Perhaps, you should do the same!” She wrenched her bruising arm free from her brother’s painful grasp.

Nicholas intoned softly, threat lacing his voice as tightly as a southern belle would lace her corset, “I am.”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed into tiny enraged slits. Her upper lip curled into a snarl. Her fingers caressed her wand lovingly. Snape flung open his door, knocking the unobservant Nicholas Monterichelieu flying. The whole of Slytherin house burst in to snickering laughter at the sight of their ever-imposing Head of House, framed in his doorway, staring snottily down his long nose at the sprawled form of the stranger.

“I do hope there is a good reason for disturbing my peace at this hour.” Snape drawled with sarcasm dripping from his voice, his left arm moving to rest in the crook of his elbow while his right hand fingered the still surprisingly crisp white edge of his collar peaking from beneath the stark black of his school robes. Natalie smiled at the interruption; a cruel, heartless smile directed at her now outraged brother sprawled inelegantly across the cool flagstones of the floor.

“My brother apologizes for his disturbance. He is leaving now.” She uttered with contempt. Nicholas sneered evilly up at his sister while regaining his feet. “Yes, I am,” He growled.

“Good.” Snape snapped, billowing through his doorway, slamming the door forcefully shut behind him. He nodded crisply to his fellow professor, then scowled at his students who scurried back into their common room. A vision of the witch slamming a clenched fist into a fuzzy face flitted past the back of his eyes. He shook his head sharply, clearing his mind, returning to his normal business.

****

“Headmaster, you really have no choice.” Natalie chided Albus softly. She sat across from his desk, sucking on one of his ever-present lemon drops. “I’ve destroyed the scrolls, and obliviated everyone with any knowledge of my relationship with Severus.” she stared him squarely in the eye. “I cannot allow anyone to clue him in to his own memories.”

Albus Dumbledore was astounded, to say the very least. The witch sitting calmly in his office pulled off a nearly impossible feat.

“How did you get to the sealed pensieve from Minerva and I?” He queried, curiosity rising in his twinkling blue eyes.

“A Monterichelieu never reveals his secrets, or in this case, her secrets.” Natalie commented slyly.

“Would you allow me to seal my memories in another pensieve?”

Natalie peered at him curiously across the desk. Memories of the feel of that cool wood against her back flooded her senses for a moment. Shaking her head sharply, she forced herself back to the moment.

“Really, Albus, I just don’t understand why you are fighting this so much.”

Albus himself leaned back into his chair, steepling his fingers while he sucked on his lemon drop thoughtfully choosing his next words, knowing how important they could become.

“Professor Snape may encounter a situation when he would need to remove your blockades. As I understand the magic you use, his memories are still somewhere in his psyche, just buried, altered?”

“Yes, technically, they are still there, hidden quite well, and altered quite skillfully, if I may brag a bit. He must be quite skilled at both legilimency and occlumency, Albus. His thoughts were so ordered, precise even. Absolutely marvelous to behold.”

“Alas, Severus had to be quite gifted at both. If a skilled legilimens were to, say, attack his thoughts, would they be able to discern your magic?”

“Perhaps …” Natalie answered thoughtfully, pondering just where this odd discussion with Hogwarts’ Headmaster might lead. If my father were to search his memories … “A highly skilled legilimens may see the ‘seams’ in his memories, if you will, if they knew to look for seams.”

The Headmaster’s cryptic comments unnerved Natalie. Could I have placed him in even more danger? How would Dad know to look for him? Nolan? My gods, what have I done? A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach began to form. Albus watched her closely, knowing she was processing all he had told her thus far, hoping she would come to the same conclusions he had. He did not desire to face off with the young witch in a battle of memory spells. She possessed obvious prowess evidenced by her ability to alter the memories of his staff without his awareness or consent.

“What do you suggest, Headmaster?” She finally conceded. Her desire to protect Severus overriding all else.

“I’ll keep my memories with an oath never to reveal them unless absolutely necessary.”

“You’ll swear a blood oath?” Natalie was skeptical, never in a million years did she think the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of his age, would use the dark magic of a blood oath.

“If that is what you wish.”

Natalie’s eyes widened in her surprise.

“I’m afraid my family would demand that I only use a blood oath, Albus.” She stated simply.

“Then so shall it be.” He removed a gleaming red handled athelme from a side drawer, pricked his finger with tip, and incanted:

“On my word, I swear that I will never reveal the true nature of the relationship between Natalie Marie Richmond Monterichelieu and Severus Snape. I will protect his memories unless absolutely necessary to reveal them.” Albus gravely focused his gaze on the witch, asking for her approval. Natalie nodded. He continued. “On my honor, with my words, I seal my oath with my own blood.” Then, he turned the athelme to hand it to Natalie handle first. She in turn pricked her finger, their blood commingling on the blade.

“On my honor, with my words, I accept your oath with my own blood.” Blood red wisps of mist swirled magically around them, settling into their skins. The bond sealed tight.

*****

Natalie stalked past the Potions Professor on her way out of the castle. His sensitive nose picked up the scent of a sea breeze from her. He closed his eyes as a feeling of contentment washed over him like the waves of the sea washing on to a sandy shore.

What the bloody hell?

He opened his eyes scowling at the world.

*****

Natalie returned to her rooms, selected a slim book from her shelf, wrapped it tightly in plain blue paper, then began to pen a note, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she chose her words with ultimate care.

*****

Cottonwood trees are native to the state of Georgia, known to tolerate alkaline conditions and pollutants, exceptionally resilient to flooding and erosion. Just sounded like Natalie’s kind of wood to me. Also, in regards to her amethyst bracelet: amethyst is a crystal, and in wiccan traditions known to be the “Stone of Spirit” or the “Stone of Integrity” meant to enhance meditation, connect with the spirit, heighten intuition, sharpen the mind, calm anxiety and headaches. It is meant to give strength and stability and offer protection. I can tell you that is probably a Mary-Sue trait of Natalie’s. I do wear an amethyst bracelet albeit white-gold, not leather.
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