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Well, damn it anyway. Thanks Ccino. After I got your review, I read what I had posted, and it wasn�t the right version. It was the �vacation� version that wasn�t finished. Stupid user error. I tried to highlight the new areas to make it easier to read. Mea culpa. Also, I added a few little details to hopefully lead you down the right path. Keep the questions coming girl. And, for the love of all that is holy, stay dry. Pitt

Initiation Completion

An ocean away, in the waning light of the day, Natalie knelt in the sand, her forehead down, arms flung out over her head, her amethyst clutched tightly in her balled tight fist. She focused solely on her breathing, maintaining the regular rhythm, absorbing the pain with each inhale and dispelling it with each exhale. She remained prostate until well after the sun had disappeared over the sand dunes. When she arose, she didn�t even acknowledge the sand clinging to her everywhere. Instead, she turned to face northeast, whispering into the wind,
�I will get you back out, Nolan.�
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Nolan stared impassively at the man staring back at him equally impassively from behind his matching death eater�s mask. Nolan�s face was neither hard, nor angry, merely there. The only indication of life snapped and crackled behind his familiar blue eyes.
�Noah?� Snape stepped forward at his Lord�s indication, extending his hand.
�Guess again, Professor.� Nolan commented drolly.
�Ah, Nolan then.� Snape continued as if he were not disturbed to the very core of his being that Nolan had just committed his body and soul to a lunatic.
�Who isss Noah?� Voldemort inquired.
�My twin brother.� Nolan commented dispassionately.
�A twin? Two like you?� Voldemort nearly rubbed his hands together in glee.
�He is already dedicated to another master, my lord.� Noah quickly added bowing reverently.
�Another? What do you mean another?� Voldemort snapped. His magic crackled threateningly.
�He took our father�s mark when we were eighteen, and dedicated his life to our father�s service, my lord.�
�And you did not?� Voldemort�s scaly hand dug into Nolan�s shoulder quite painfully.
�I am marked, but did not complete the magic necessary for the dedication.� Nolan explained in a carefully neutral voice.
�Show me!� Voldemort demanded harshly.
�Yes, my lord.� Nolan began to remove his robes.
�Where is this mark?� Voldemort became curious as Nolan shed continually more layers of clothing. Malfoy and Snape watched quite curiously although both for different reasons.
�My back.� Nolan answered as he dropped his shirt to the floor, revealing the silver white edges of the eagle and serpent etched into the wide expanse of skin.
�Sssssss � Luciussss, you�ve recruited a Monterichelieu for my little army?� Voldemort hissed in glee.
�Yes, my lord.� Malfoy answered obsequiously, dipping his head in respect.
�Your father will be dissssspleazed, boy?� Voldemort questioned as he traced the edges of the eagle�s wings with a ragged nail tip.
�Definitely.� Nolan answered.
Voldemort threw his head back and laughed, a scary, bone-chilling laugh that unsettled all present. Bellatrix stepped forward, fascinated with the delicately etched lines on Nolan�s back. He glared warningly at the deranged witch to no avail. She reached out a finely shaped nail to trace over the old scars. Her tongue followed her finger. Nolan stifled a shiver of revulsion. Great Merlin, this too? He thought in vain, staring straight into the dead black eyes of his sister�s match. Snape wisely backed away from the wizard whose back was being attacked by the crazy witch.

�You like this one, Bella?� The Dark Lord hissed in her ear, reaching around her to hold Nolan by his arms.
�Yes, my lord. He�s a tasty morsel.� Bellatrix pressed backwards against her lord as she continued to explore Nolan�s back with absolute enthrallment.
�Show us how tasty you think he is.� Voldemort commanded with a hard edge to his voice.
�Gladly.� Bellatrix complied, slipping around to the front of Nolan and promptly removing his trousers, exposing him for all to see. She purred in delight at the sight that hung heavily between his legs, flaccid and uninterested in her thus far.
�Mmmmm � a challenge.� Bellatrix crooned softly, settling to her knees to begin her initiation feast.
Her fingers traced circular patterns up the outside of his legs while she used the barest tip of her tongue to trace the slit in the head of his slightly less flaccid penis, penetrating the tiny hole in the center, causing his member to jump to full-life instantly.
Voldemort maintained his now painful grip on Nolan�s arms, his ragged, dirty nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood as he peered over the shorter man�s shoulder to watch his pet witch baptize his newest Death Eater.
�You�ll not cum until I allow you.� Voldemort hissed into Nolan�s ear.
�Yes, my lord.� Nolan answered as if that command had not been needed. The youngest Monterichelieu laid his head back against Voldemort and surrendered all control to his new master and his pet witch.
�No one may touch themselves.� Voldemort barked harshly at the others assembled.

As if I would. Snape snarled in his thoughts, which were whirling madly about, colliding into each other, rebounding to spin wildly once again. His dark eyes riveted on the masked face lying in peaceful repose against the maniac as an equally maniacal woman tried every trick in the book to force the novice into disobeying her lord. She raked his length with her teeth; exposing the glistening shaft to the cool air of the room. More than one of the assembled Death Eaters shuffled uncomfortably as they watched Bellatrix as she performed her best; making the whole performance a competition, a test of Nolan�s control and stamina. A light sheen of sweat appeared on his taut chest, but no other indication of stress emitted from the young man. Bellatrix� eyes grew wide the longer she worked and she focused on Voldemort for guidance. Her jaw began to ache as she repeatedly engulfed Nolan�s entire length, allowing it to slip unobstructed into her convulsing throat. Each time she thought for sure he would surrender.
Seeing the urgency and anger starting to play across Bellatrix� face, Voldemort laughed once more, ramming his hard shaft against Nolan�s backside with no effect. Voldemort�s eyes glinted in absolute appreciate. The assembled audience stood in quiet awe, each unsure they would withstand the onslaught as well as the strange young American before them.
�Now.� The Dark Lord commanded. Nolan complied, spurting victoriously deep into the exhausted witch�s throat.
Voldemort stroked his slightly damp hair affectionately.
�So good, pet.�
A green eyed monster reared its ugly head inside the muddled depths of Bellatrix� eyes. She released his spent member, licking her lips loudly, trying to draw Voldemort�s attention back to herself.
�Put him to bed, Bella.� The Dark Lord ordered. �Nicely, Bella.� He added with his red eyes glinting dangerously.

******

I am close.

Natalie sadly offered the great golden eagle, Ares, who belonged to Nolan, the remains of a steamed crab. She fingered the small scrap of parchment thoughtfully before reaching for her own parchment and quill.

Safety. Soon.

She rolled the scrap tightly, and then secured it to Ares leg. She carried the great eagle out into the brisk wind coming off the ocean. Standing at the edge of a planked walkway, Natalie tapped her wand to the tiny gold medallion around the eagle�s neck.
�Portus.� Natalie called and the eagle disappeared from sight. Tears fell down from her cheeks only to dry as quickly as they fell by the wind.
*******

�Are you sure?� Mairead sat with Dumbledore staring at him in disbelief.
�Yes, quite sure.� Dumbledore added sadly.
�Godspeed.� Mairead raised her glass, silently acknowledging the death of Igor Karkaroff, a hundred memories flashing through her mind at once.
�Your nephews are faring well with their new posts at Durmstrang?� Dumbledore struck a conversational tone while attempting to sound out exactly where the Monterichelieu were positioned in Europe.
�Yes, Nolan is teaching Defense, the same class Natalie taught for Karkaroff. Noah has always been quite gifted with transfigurations. And, of course, Nathan was a wee bit of a surprise.� Mairead fed the eager wizard her information.
�Nathan?� He queried. �I don�t believe I met Nathan.�
�No, you didn�t. He�s quite reclusive, the reason I was amazed he took the potions position at Durmstrang.�
�He�s teaching potions?� Dumbledore�s eyes lost a bit of their twinkle.
�He is a Master of the Art, just usually only practices for the family.� Mairead eyed the Headmaster over the edge of her own glasses. �I believe his father may have convinced him to come out of his lab to assist in Karkaroff�s void.�
�Ah, I see.�
�You know, of course that Ana has left Beauxbatons for Durmstrang as well, to be near her new husband.�
�Alexei is now the Headmaster is he not?�
�Yes, and Ana will be teaching their charms course. It seems a large portion of the staff abandoned the school when Igor took flight.�
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Deep in the dungeons, while Mairead and Dumbledore chatted without a seeming concern in the world, Snape sputtered, and nearly missed his chair as he exited the pensieve in quite a hurry, and agitated as well. He flopped angrily down, his white hands dangling over the arms.
�There is definitely more to that memory. Who and why obliviate me so well?� Snape pondered his predicament, staring off at the far wall of his cold office.
�Natalie.� He thought instantly enraged.

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