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Slanaighear Ofrail An Seangharra	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Six: Home Again, Home Again
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Morrigan: the celtic goddess of war, death and passionate love.
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"ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!"

Minerva McGonagall, sitting behind the large desk of Hogwart"s former Headmaster, was startled by the flashing green in her fireplace. She jumped to her feet, hand automatically reaching for her wand when she heard a strange voice yelling through the Floo. Hogwarts" new Headmistress prepared to hex the incoming uninvited guest into the next century when said guest tumbled out of the hearth, all arms and legs askew in a miniature human tornado, clutching the limp form of Severus Snape close to her body. Minerva fell to her knees, clutching her heart.

"Dear goddesses, Morrigan has sent you back," Minerva panted in absolute shock. "Severus? Is he dead?" She reached out a trembling hand to touch his way too-cold hand.

Orra gently laid Snape"s head in her own lap, smoothing his hair away from his face. She shook her head in the negative as she tried to stop her head from the horrendous vertigo caused by spinning through the Floo Network backwards and on her backside. "No," she moaned. "He"s been cursed. I can"t heal him."

Orra"s grief shook Minerva to her very core. She lifted Snape"s hand and pressed it to her thin lips. The door to the office flew open, and a red-haired man barged through, his ponytail streaming behind him, and his wand ready.

"Professor, are you all right?" he hollered, not seeing the three people on the floor on the other side of the big wooden desk.

"Yes, Bill. But, I"m afraid some else is not." McGonagall raised her head to peer at him over the desk.

"Did you feel that?" he asked again as he bolted around the desk, skidding to a stunned, silent halt at the sight before him: A soot-covered woman cradling the head of a dead man, at least a man everyone thought was dead.

"Feel what?" Minerva asked.

"The castle wards""

"Feck the wards, castles and the like, this man was cursed, and we have to lift it!" Orra broke in, quite agitated at the lack of action in her current crisis.

"Cursed?" Bill knelt closer, weaving his wand over Snape"s prone body.

"Yes, cursed; the feckin" thing that bit him was cursed. He called it a whore something." Orra struggled not to shout in her fear. At least this pony-tailed person is trying to do something. Her hands trembled in stress, magic rising unbidden to her fingertips. Bill interrupted the flow with his outraged cursing.

"The damned bloody snake was a Horcrux?" He waved his wand in a dizzying pattern over Snape"s heart.

"Yeah, whore-crucks, that"s what he called it," Orra confirmed, fascinated with the wand movements.

"Morrigan help us," Minerva exhorted. "How did you know to bring him here?"

"Albus told me to use the flue powder stuff in an emergency. Snape here said the answer might be here just before he passed out again."

"The answer might be here?" Bill arched an eyebrow at his Professor. "Where?"

"His library!" Minerva exclaimed. "He must have had something in his library."

"I"ll wager you"re right, Professor," Bill concurred, settling back on his haunches, abandoning his wand waving. "We"d best hurry. He"s fading."

"You can"t let him die," Orra cried. "I can"t let him die. I promised Albus."

"We"re going to do everything we can," Bill assured her, lifting the limp body of his former professor into his well-muscled arms. "Is the Floo connected?"

"Yes, yes " I haven"t had time to disconnect it," Minerva answered hesitantly. "Is it safe to take him through?" She worriedly reached for his arm.

"We don"t have much choice, Professor." Bill turned and stepped into the grate. Minerva reached into the tin, tossing the green powder in as well.

"Headmaster"s rooms," she shouted, the green flames roaring to life, Bill and his cargo spinning out of sight. "Come on now, Miss." Minerva held her hand out for Orra. Orra didn"t even pause but grasped her hand firmly, spinning into the whirlwind of the Floo once again. Minerva steadied her as they stepped out of the grate in Severus" private rooms.

"This way," McGonagall called, leading the others to Severus" library.

Bill settled him gently on the sofa then turned to face the two women, staring dumbstruck around the hundreds of books carefully arranged on shelves from the ceiling to the floor.

"We"ll never find the one we need in time." Bill sighed, his blue eyes frantically searching.

"Maybe he left the one we need out?" Orra asked hopefully, scurrying to the side table next to a very comfortable looking over stuffed chair where a stack of books lay waiting.

"We could be that lucky," Minerva added solemnly.

"A potion? Would he have kept an anti-venom potion?" Bill changed tack.

"Good idea, Bill " look in his bed chamber and bath. We"ll look for the book."

"Any fortifying potion you find will help as well," Orra called to the man.

"Of course!" Bill smacked his hand off his head as he rounded the corner of the door.

"What type of book are we looking for?" Orra turned to Minerva, handing her the top three books off the stack, taking the bottom three for herself.

"I don"t really know," the Headmistress softly replied, opening the first leather bound tome to the Table of Contents.

"This might take too long." Orra gazed worriedly down at the very white-faced Professor, his chest rising only in very shallow, rapid breaths. "Hold these." Orra handed her books to Minerva then fell to her knees next to Snape. She began to rub her hands together, singing softly under her breath, eyes closed. Bill skidded back into the room, sliding to a halt, eyes wide in amazement as he spied the faint blue-white glow forming under Orra"s fingertips.

"What the bloody hell?" he gasped.

"I don"t know," Minerva whispered fearfully.

"Can either of you sing something?" Orra demanded.

"Sing?" Bill parroted in confusion.

"Sing! You know a song? Sing?" Orra growled in frustration.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please," Bill started hesitantly.

Minerva joined in, "Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees." Her voice was tremulous and unsure.

Orra skillfully picked up the tune, repeating their words, "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy, warty Hogwarts, teach us something please."

As soon as three voices joined, the faint glow under Orra"s fingers flared to near-daylight brightness, and she moved her hands to Snape"s temples, all while humming along with the song. She started to massage small circles where her fingers rested, chanting along with the others" rhythm. "I need the book. I need the book."

Orra let her eyes close, feeling for a connection to the man. Suddenly, her vision cleared and she saw Snape sitting in his chair, a red leather book in his hands, the cover embossed with a simple looping sideways figure eight.

"Infinity!" Orra exclaimed. "We need a red leather book with the symbol for infinity on the front cover!"

"How?" Bill started to question her certainty.

"Just find it!" Orra screeched, tearing through the books in Minerva"s hands. "It"s not one of these."

Minerva recovered her senses before Bill, lifting her wand, and intoning, "Accio red leather book with infinity symbol" with authority, hiding her crossed fingers behind her back.

An entire shelf on the wall began to shake, books spilling on to the floor. Bill dashed to it, throwing the remaining books to the side, one by one, until he spied the false panel at the back, vibrating with the repeated thumping of a solid object ramming into it from the other side.

"Alohomora!" Bill shouted with his wand pointed at the panel. The panel immediately slid to one side, the book flying at Minerva.

"Damn!" she cursed. "The bloody thing is written in Latin!"

Orra watched the two in fascination from her knees. Even above their noise, she heard Snape"s voice whisper in her thoughts, Chapter Eight.

"Give it to me," she commanded, flipping the pages to the chapter and began reading as fast as she could.

"You read Latin?" Bill exclaimed, impressed as he hurried to her side, reading over her shoulder as well.

"Thank the nuns later," Orra sniped.

"There!" Bill roared triumphantly. "That"s the key!"

"You understand that?" Incredulously, Orra peered into his eyes.

"Yep. Now, a poppet, we need a poppet."

"Poppet?" Minerva was not only confused, but unnerved.

"Something to transfer the magic to"" Orra gazed around the room, searching for some object to suit their purpose. A clear vision of a trunk sitting next to a green covered bed sprang into her mind"s eye. She then saw a horrible looking silver mask, all too familiar to her. She gasped in shock, then hollered at Bill, "Start! I know where it is."

Orra pushed Bill to Snape"s side then tore through the doorway into his bedchamber. She flew directly to the trunk. She needed both hands to shove the heavy lid open. Minerva hurried through the door behind her.

"Miss, you can"t just"" she bit her own words as Orra lifted out Snape"s Death Eater mask and robes.

"Well, yes, then, I suppose that should work." She stepped out of Orra"s path as the red-headed woman fairly flew past her into the library where Bill was in the midst of the complicated incantation, weaving his wand in the pattern diagrammed in the small book he held in his free hand.

"Here!" Orra dropped the robe over Snape"s legs then plunked the mask on top.

"Well, now, that does seem rather appropriate." The Weasley chuckled, his wand never stopping. "Bare his left arm, please?" he asked the woman now kneeling at his feet.

Orra quickly unbuttoned the cuff on Snape"s shirt, shoving the sleeve high past his elbow, revealing the writhing greenish black tattoo.

"Jaysus!" she cursed. "Didn"t do that before." She stared at the mark with fear-widened eyes, fingers reaching out to touch.

"You might want to look away," Bill exhorted both women while he moved his wand tip to touch the mark. A vile green vapor oozed from the mouth of the snake. Bill used his wand to guide the curse to the waiting mask.

"Maybe we"re not banjaxed," Orra breathed hopefully as she watched the vapor settle into the silver.

"Perhaps not." McGonagall dared to add as well, re-crossing her fingers surreptitiously, a silent plea for Morrigan"s mercy once more in her heart.

Orra held her breath then closed her eyes; a long-ingrained prayer running through in her mind, Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison, Kyrie Eleison. In her memory, she could hear her own voice blending with those belonging Aideen and Kellyn in the simple chant, repeated thrice over. When she opened her eyes once again, the final wisp of green mist slipped out of the mouth of the tattoo, and settled into the metal of the mask.

"Now, what do we do with that?" Bill turned to look at the two women expectantly.

"We bless it then bury it in sacred ground," Orra concluded with a most assured air.

"Excuse me?" Minerva pursed her lips and stared at the newcomer.

"Bless it and bury it," Orra repeated. "And, for the love of God, don"t touch it directly." Bill Weasley stepped back as the stranger carefully folded Snape"s robe around the mask, ensuring that no bare skin touched the now cursed object.

"And you know this how?" Bill made to pick up the dangerous package.

"I just do." Orra glared at him, snatching the package close to her heart. Minerva primly stepped around them to press her hand to Severus" forehead. Smiling at the faint warmth she felt, she turned to eye the duo fighting over the wretched parcel.

"Given the circumstances, I think Bill should assist you, Miss."

"Orra. My name is Orra," she stated as she backed away from them with the wool-covered mask.

"You will care for Severus?" She looked hopefully to Minerva.

"I am Minerva McGonagall, and yes, I will care for Severus until you return."

"All right, then." Orra nodded to Bill. "We need to go back through the flue thing, right?"

"You"ll need to Floo from the Headmaster"s, err, I suppose, my office," Minerva added as she settled next to Severus on the sofa.

"Well, let"s get a move on, then." Bill smiled at Orra. "I"m Bill Weasley, and I"ll follow you." He motioned toward the door and back to the sitting room.

Orra led the way back to the fireplace then stopped, perplexed.

"I"m afraid I really don"t know how your flue thing works," she confessed sheepishly.

"Oh, that"s alright. Here." Bill reached around her to grab a fistful of powder, tossing it in front of her. "Headmaster"s office," he called forcefully.

The green flames sprang to life. Orra took a deep breath and stepped in, disappearing with a whoosh with Bill right on her heels.

They stepped out into the office, Orra only slightly disoriented this time.

"Well, now, how do I get home?" She turned to look hopefully at Bill.

"Home? Where do you live?" Bill began to worry. "You"re a Muggle!" he gasped in shock.

"Muggle? No, I"m an O"Shea." Orra stared at him more confused than ever.

"No, no, you"re not a witch," Bill tried to clarify.

"Well, you"d be one of a few to claim that," she snorted contemptuously, "But I still don"t know how to get home."

"Where do you live?" Bill queried gently.

"In the rectory cottage, St. Jude"s parish, Shanagarry," Orra told him in exasperation.

"St. Jude"s Parish?" Bill Weasley snorted trying to rein in his laughter, "Dumbledore sent Snape to St. JUDE"S?"

"Yes, and I wish you would explain what you find so amusing," demanded d Orra, lips pursed in offense.

"St. Jude, the patron saint of lost causes? Snape? The consummate lost cause? Albus you bloody old wanker, that was too funny!" Bill Weasley proceeded to laugh himself silly, clutching his sides. The still dormant portrait of Albus Dumbledore opened one eye to peer at the redheaded man. Bill sputtered and coughed, before he regained some semblance of control as his former Headmaster opened both eyes to stare at him point blank from his portrait over Orra"s shoulder.

"Bill, I assure you, it was merely coincidence."

"Super double feckin" bollocks!" Orra leapt aside at the sound of Albus" voice, tripping over the low table, and falling on her backside in a lump, dropping the vile parcel on the floor, pure shock registering on her face.

"Albus?"
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