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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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Pawns into Position

Severus nearly threw the blonde boy through the door at Spinner’s End.

“Draco, if I were you, I would find someplace in this godforsaken house to stay as far away from me as possible for now.” He seethed at his godson in rage, eyes glowing with unreadable emotions; all roiling at a rapid boil just beneath the surface.

Snape ascended the rickety staircase to his room, summoning a bottle of fire whiskey as he went. The bottle hit his outstretched hand with a satisfying thunk.   Snape threw his injured and weary body into the chair near his bed, not bothering with a glass, drank deeply directly from the bottle. When he opened his eyes, a glittering silver vial winked at him from on top of his bed, sitting next to Dumbledore’s pensieve.

“What the fuck?” He shouted, startling Draco who was currently curled into a ball in the farthest corner of the dank basement, wondering who had left the musty smelling blankets and cushions there.

Snape began to holler incoherently to the youth, hiding as far away as possible. When the older man finally fell silent, Draco wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or worried. When his godfather made no sounds at all after an extraordinary amount of time, the silver blonde youth stealthily stole up two staircases to stand listening outside the bedroom door.

“Great Merlin’s hairy fucking balls!”   His godfather screamed the curse, throwing something against the opposite of the door that merely clinked, then fell to the floor. Draco jumped about two feet in absolute fear.

“Bloody fucking bitch!” Snape hurled the empty whiskey bottle against the wall watching it shatter in a thousand satisfying pieces.

“Interfering old bastard!” He threw the chair over, its legs crumbling as it hit the hearth.

Draco sank down the wall to sit on the floor, listening to his always stoic, reserved and controlled godfather go absolutely ballistic.

~*~

“Madam Pince.” Natalie nodded a solemn greeting to the woman on her left. A heavily veiled woman to the side of the librarian cocked her head ever so slightly to look at Natalie as she settled on the chair.

“Miss Monterichelieu.”

Natalie stole a sidelong glance at the Hogwarts’ librarian, trying to decipher a meaning for her use of Natalie’s maiden name, a name she attempted to keep well hidden from the faculty and staff.

“Actually, I’m Madam Dodson now.” Natalie tossed out that tidbit conversationally, surreptitiously observing the woman’s reactions to the news.

“Ah, congratulations are in order then.” Madame Pince continued with cold geniality.   The veiled woman did not move at Madam Pince‘s side, her inaction more conspicuous than a poor poker player’s nervous tell.

“No, not really. I believe condolences are more appropriate.” Natalie added quite sadly. Madame Pince stared at the woman point blank. They fell silent as the proceedings began.

As the funeral came to a close, Madam Pince laid a hand on Natalie’s arm, effectively stopping her from leaving. Natalie turned to look into the librarian’s eyes. The veiled woman again was quite conspicuous in her lack of acknowledgment.

“Madame Dodds, I was asked to give this to you if I chanced to see you today.”

Madam Pince placed a sparkling, all too familiar, amethyst bracelet in Natalie’s palm then curled the younger woman’s fingers around it.

Natalie couldn’t breathe because of the absolute terror that overcame her.

“Ma’am, no, you must give that back to the one who gave it to you.” Natalie was nearly gasping for breath, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I was told to give it to you.”

“You don’t understand, Madam, neither does the other party … apparently.“ I thought he knew. Natalie watched in horror as the veiled woman slowly turned her head to face Natalie. “His life may depend on it.”   Both Madam Pince and the veiled woman could feel the panic radiating from Natalie.

Natalie screwed her eyes shut, squeezing out the tears rapidly gathering there. When she opened them, she reached past Madam Pince to take the gloved hand of the veiled woman. Natalie turned her palm over, gently lay the bracelet on it, then curled the other woman’s fingers around it protectively.    Natalie looked at Madam Pince as she started to speak, in vaguest of terms as nosy-bodies stood close, trying to listen.

“Madam, amethyst is a very protective crystal. See, even I have an amulet which could possibly have been cut from the same stone, one never knows about these things.” Natalie fished her amethyst charm from under the high collar of her dress. “If two amulets were made to protect, say perhaps … two lovers, if one were to surrender theirs, the protection would be lost.” Madam Pince’s one eyebrow arched in a very familiar, very comforting fashion at Natalie’s inflection.

“Seems like a silly house-witch’s tale to me.” Madam Pince responded after a slight unseen prod from her companion. “Doesn’t seem to protect anyone.”

“Indeed, the wearers of the two amulets, the two lovers, for example, would be protected from each other’s undue influence, Madam. They may even be able to share certain abilities, at appropriate times. House-witch tale or not, I believe. I could never in good conscience take someone’s amulet. Surely this is connected to another and that person would be devastated to have their gift refused. Unless …” she hesitated, trying to calm her breathing, “the other person does not want the connection.”

Madam Pince pursed her lips into a sour lemon pucker. “Indeed, this all still sounds like house-witch legend to me.”

Natalie nearly hyperventilated on the spot. “I’m certain, Madam Pince, that it does all seem very unlikely. But, think of how much is very likely given our magic.”    Natalie struggled to stifle her trembling. He has to keep it with him, on his person. I can’t find him without it. He can’t call me without it.   Natalie lost herself momentarily, and, did not notice the hushed consultation between Madam Pince and her companion.

“Very well, Madame Dodds. I’ll return the piece.”

“Thank you.” Natalie gushed in relief.

“By the way, are you staying in Hogsmeade?” The librarian politely inquired, to which, Natalie laughed, heartily, releasing her nervous tension.

“Heavens no, this is as magical a public setting as I dare. I’ll be returning to muggle London tonight.” She leaned very close to Madam Pince embracing the dour librarian.

“Muggle London?” The librarian seemed astonished.

Natalie turned to face Madam Pince’s companion more fully. “After an extremely disturbing incident with my husband and my father, a few years ago…” Natalie’s face registered pure disgust at the word, or was it the thought of incident that belonged to the word, “I chose to bind my own powers, live as a muggle, and hide away from both him and the rest of my family.”

The veiled woman doubled over in a coughing spell.

“You bound your own powers?” The dumbstruck librarian stared at the pale skinned witch.

“Yes.”   Natalie answered as she wrapped an arm around the veiled woman’s shoulders as if to aid her.

“What if you need your magic?”

“Two people in this world know the safest of magic words to release me from the binding; myself and the one person I would defend with every fiber of my being. At least, I hope, by now, he remembers the word.”

Natalie watched the barely perceptible nod from the head under the veil. She smiled, offering her hand to both of her companions in turn. She pulled the heavily veiled woman close for an embrace whispering only for her ears, “No matter where you go, I will find you. Keep the amulet on you.”

“If you’ll both excuse me, I must pay my respects to Professor McGonagall.”

“Yes, of course, dear.” The term of endearment slid off Madam Pince’s tongue unconsciously. She and her friend watched the witch turn to find the new Headmistress in the now thinning crowd.

As Natalie embraced the prim-faced new Headmistress, she smiled up at the eagle soaring high above head with a serpent in its talons, swooping over the departing train.

“Godspeed.” She whispered while she stood watching as the eagle disappeared from sight.

~*~

“It is as we feared.” Mairead spoke softly to Ana and Natalie as they sipped their coffee. “The boy has no idea what he harbors.”

Ana and Natalie stared aghast at the older woman, who leaned in motioning them closer. “Now, the ccoileneyder may take an active role.”

“Dumbledore’s death?” Natalie asked in a hushed tone.

“Released me from my oath.” Mairead answered.

“Go to him. He’s barely more than a child.” Natalie whispered.

“Oui, Naunt Mairead, barely old enough to shave.” Ana concurred, staring hopefully at her best friend’s aunt.

“So be it.” Mairead affirmed to both women before kissing them both.

~*~

As the heat of the day cooled, Natalie worked her way up the aisle way, chasing the restless horses out into the fresher night air. She released the last two, stomping fretfully in their stalls. A piercing shriek shattered her quiet contemplation of her day. She slipped into the darkened paddocks, moving steadily towards the sound of her disturbed animals. She quickly spied an unmoving form in the paddock, lying very near the path the horses took to the wider open areas of the back pastures. Natalie drew near, slipping her blade from her waistband, holding it defensively in her hand as she searched the area for others. The clouds covering the moon parted in a stiff wind, revealing a shock of white blond hair on the motionless body. Suddenly, the body rolled over, moaning. Swiftly, Natalie zoomed in, snatching a handful of familiar white blond hair, pressing her blade tightly against the man’s throat as she pulled him upright.

“Kemmyrk.” A strained voice croaked. Natalie eased the pressure on her blade.   She released the hank of hair to clasp a white-skinned chin, tilting the face up to hers. Steel gray eyes pleaded silently with hers.   Even in the dim moonlight, she could see the crisp crimson line where her blade had cut too deeply.

“Who taught you that word?” Natalie hissed in equal amounts of fear and anger.

“Nolan.” Draco croaked once more, his body wracked with a convulsion. Natalie slipped her blade back into its sheath to use both arms to steady the youth. As the convulsions abated, Natalie attempted to hoist him to his feet. As she pressed his back against her, Draco bit back a screaming protest, and passed out cold.

“Fuck.” Natalie swore, staggering under the dead weight of the Malfoy heir.
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