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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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“What did you do?”   Nolan bellowed, pounding on the door to Snape’s rooms.

Voldemort himself slithered down the hall to find out what upset his pet Death Eater to such a huge extent. “What troubles you so, my pet?” He hissed between clenched teeth, his scaly hand clutching Nolan’s shoulder.

“I lent Snape my … toy, and she’s activated her emergency port key.” Nolan, still breathing hard, valiantly tried to rein in his absolute fury and fear. “That key can be used once and only once, and only to invoke her family’s refuge. If this bastard hurt her, I’m dead!” Nolan continued to rave, pulling himself back into the role he was forced to play all while seething at the other wizard. Nolan didn’t dare think his own true thoughts with the master legilimens breathing down his neck.

“I did nothing …” Snape snarled, “permanent.”

Voldemort cackled in delight. Nothing pleased him more than his own little minions squabbling and inflicting torment on each other.

“You had better not be lying, Snape. I’ll have your head on a platter if you are.” Nolan lunged at Snape, only to be stopped short by the claws on his shoulder.

“Not yet, pet. Go check on your little toy. Come straight back here. If warranted, you can try to tear Snape limb from limb, and I’ll watch.”   The Dark Lord whispered in Nolan’s ear.

“By your leave.” Nolan bowed slightly, angry eyes ripping holes through Snape. Nolan spun on one foot and hurried to reach the outside of Malfoy Manor’s apparition wards.

“Tell me about this toy my pet brought to our little gala.” Voldemort’s attention already focused on Snape.

“Pleasant enough distraction.” Snape purred for his Lord’s pleasure, allowing Voldemort to watch his memory of Anya bathing him.

*

Nolan hit the ground of Mairead’s farm at a dead run. He leaped the four stairs on to her porch, shoved the door open, bellowing at the top of his lungs for his sister.

“Calm down, already.”   Natalie huffed at him, glamour gone, drying her hair with a towel.

“How could you!” He screeched, a result of panic, anger, worry, and outright fear.

“Relax, Nolan, it’s not the end of the world.” Natalie sat down to braid her still wet hair.

“You can’t use kemmyrk again. What if you need it?”   Nolan raved, pacing the floor in front of her. Mairead listened from her bedroom, staying out of the siblings’ way.

“I’ll have to think of something else then.”   She stood up, padding softly back into her aunt’s guest room. She quickly returned with her shoes. “Mind dropping me off near Ottery on your way back?” She asked as if they were just going for a Sunday drive. Nolan stared at his sister’s retreating back with his mouth open, stunned at her lack of concern.

“Go take her.” Mairead slipped from her room to nudge her nephew towards his sister. He turned his eyes on her. “What’s done is done, Nolan. We’ll work around it.” Mairead pushed him a little more forcefully towards the door.

*

Snape returned to his office at Hogwarts, pulling the borrowed pensieve from the shelf. Sighing, he closed his eyes, lay the tip of his wand against his temple, and began extracting his most painful memories of Lily, dropping them to swirl erratically in the depths of the stone bowl. He sat for the longest time simply watching those memories swirl like a silver whirlpool. Breathing deeply to relax himself, Snape retreated into his own memories, to begin painstakingly unraveling Natalie’s alterations, one by one. In his mind, he pulled at a tiny stitch in the fold of one memory, and the whole thing sprang open in marvelous detail.

“Where do you think you are taking me?”   Snape saw himself walking up the staircase behind the tempting witch.

“Not much farther.” He watched as the memory witch peered over the railing, leaning out a bit too far for his comfort. He unconsciously made to reach for her.

“This should do nicely.” He watched Natalie pin himself to the railing, snogging him soundly.

“Snogging on the staircase?”

“Oh, much more than snogging.” Snape’s member began to throb under his desk as he watched himself be attacked by fingers and teeth to free a rampant raging hard on, groaning out loud as he watched his body tremble with the vibrations from the stone on stone movement.    A chill ran down his spine as he watched Natalie blow warm breath across the tip of his erection, smiling up at him with playfulness and lust.

He continued to peruse the unfurled memory of the witch straddling him on the staircases which shuddered around him.

He jerked himself back to consciousness, hand falling to his swollen crotch.

“Indeed, I have never met another woman quite like you.” He complimented Natalie, wherever she may have disappeared to this time.   His next few memories fell apart just as easily. Snape had finally found the trick to undoing Natalie’s work. He reclined back in his chair, unzipped his fly to free his trapped hard on, fingers fluidly stroking his own skin as he remembered the delightful little witch diving into the Prefects’ bath to service him.

*

Natalie rested both hands on the pitchfork she had been wielding with considerable force and skill to peer out into the now snow covered fields. Although the air was cold, tiny beads of sweat adorned her hairline, a working woman’s tiara. She smiled as the horses galloped around the corner, appearing from the cover of a stand of trees.

“Nickie!”   The owner’s voice broke her reverie.

“Here!” She hollered back.

“Can ya hep load some ‘ay for these blokes?” Walt hollered as he turned down the aisle where she worked.

“Sure. Be right there.” Natalie lay her pitchfork on top of the full barrow, pulling it backwards out of the now cleaner stall. She left it in the center, and strode off towards the sound of Walt’s voice. When she went out the front doors of the barn, she nearly choked on her chewing gum. Two ill-at-ease wizards stood next to a muggle pick up truck, badly dressed, and quite gorilla like. Natalie instantly recognized them from her little sojourn into the viper’s nest with Nolan. She jerked her head towards the back of the barns, signaling the two oafs wordlessly where she wanted them to move the truck.

“They’ve paid already, Nick. Just send ‘em on their way when yer done.” Walt chuckled at the two goons eyeballing his stable hand, groom, rider, manager, all-around, girl-Friday, knowing full well that they would be in for a huge shock if they tried to touch the little spitfire. She never went anywhere without a double edged knife in a quick release sheath tucked into the back of her jeans.

“Good ‘nough boss man.” Nickie/Natalie stomped off towards the loft of the barn with the hay for sale. It wasn’t the same quality hay she kept for their own horses. She glanced over her shoulder at the two wizards still staring at her, swearing she saw a hint of drool on one’s chin. “Ya gonna stand there all day gawkin’ or are ya gonna drive that thing over here so’s I can load it?” She yelled, breaking them out of their stupor.

The two climbed into the cab, mumbling to each other. “Tha’s a nice lookin’ muggle.” Goyle commented to his ever present buddy, Crabbe.

“Sure ‘nough is. Looks right feisty too. Could be fun.” Crabbe’s eyes gleamed.

“We can’ go messin’ ‘roun so close to the Manor, you idjit.” Goyle grumbled. “ ‘Member what He said ‘bout keepin’ the yard clean?”

“We ain’t made no mess in the yards.” Crabbe complained. Goyle cuffed him upside the head before throwing the truck in park. “Can’ go playin’ too close to where He is, goon.”

“Yer callin’ me a goon?” Crabbe whined again. “Tha’s rich.”   They both got out of the truck, startled when a bale of hay came flying out of the second story loft, landing in the bed with a loud thunk.

The woman peered down from her loft, chuckling softly at catching them off guard.

“You there … ya’ might want to step back until I get a few more down to ya’ to stack.” She laughed all the way back to the stacks of bales.

Once she loaded the truck, she stood with her hands on her hips watching it disappear from the farm, lost in thought.

~*~

“She did what?” Noah sputtered, nearly upsetting his coffee. Nathan arched an eyebrow at him from across the room. Alexei tried to mask the alarm on his face to no avail.

“That was her last week?” He asked Nolan point blank. “The blonde girl?”

Nolan nodded, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

“He wouldn’t leave with her,” was all Nolan would say.

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A/N:

Okay, to spell out a few things I just can’t seem to figure out how to make clearer: Natalie’s being bound means that Maurice cannot summon her; her magical signature isn’t strong enough for him to focus on anymore. Snape just now found the key to reclaiming his memories, but, they’re not all going to be that easy to “open”. Nolan is pissed because a) he’s stuck playing nice with el-scaly, b) because of Snape, and c) Natalie used up her get out of jail free card to get away from Snape.   Still not going to say why Ana and Alexei were at the revel. Lucius is in Azkaban. We are near the end of winter in Half-Blood Prince as far as a time line. So, that means Draco is trying to fix the Cabinet. Snape has Dumbledore’s pensieve. Dumbledore is tracking down Horcruxes.   And that last little bit of fun w/Crabbe and Goyle should be a huge clue that Natalie is somewhere very near Malfoy Manor.
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