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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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“Here goes nothing.” The auburn haired woman swung into the scrap of a saddle, glancing high into the tree branches above her where a large golden eagle peered down its beak with unreadable beady eyes.

Natalie raised her arm to reach the back of her forearm with the pointed end of the amethyst crystal. She scratched two words into her arm with the amulet, Time In.

Not far away, an odd assortment of people felt their arms tingling. One blue-eyed wizard fought his urge to scream in triumph as he felt the words scratched out on his skin. Nolan ducked his head, feigning a cough to hide his expectant smile, standing just behind the Dark Lord’s left shoulder. Wormtail fixed his beady little eyes on the man in a suspicious stare. When Nolan finally lifted his eyes, he spied Snape rubbing his arm thoughtfully, staring holes right back through his own.

High above an eagle screeched, alighting on a thin branch. Natalie's eyes returned to the bumbling oafs grumbling in the small valley below her.

With nary a sound, Natalie touched her heels to the horse which exploded into the small clearing. Natalie leaned low over its long, sweaty neck urging the animal to heretofore unknown speeds.   The eagle took to flight, two writhing serpents in its talons.   Natalie touched her heels to the animal’s sweaty sides, and as a true animal of power and beauty, the horse launched, tucking chin to knees, and sailed airborne over the tall hedgerow, landing between the previously mentioned oafs, dropping them to the ground for cover. Neither guard noticed the two serpents that fell to the ground mere feet behind them; nor did they notice the eagle soaring to the heights far above them.

“Bloody ‘ell!” One shouted. The other regained his feet much quicker, “Stupefy!” He screamed, hitting the horse who froze in mid-stride.

Natalie hit the ground hard as the horse shuddered to an instant stop underneath her.

“Well, well, looky ‘ere?” The stouter of the two wizards prodded Natalie’s form with his toe. “A muggle trespassin’ on the Lord’s property.”    Natalie stared up at the rounded face of her attacker with eyes widened in shock and fright before she rolled to her hands and feet, crouching like a tiger preparing to pounce.

“What the bloody ‘ell?” The skinnier one shouted. “’Ow come she's movin'? She shuldn't ought to be able to do that.”   He cast a quick stupefy in her direction, which of course, had no effect on the woman slowly backing away from the two wizards.

“Bloody ‘ell indeed, Crabbe … Looky ‘round’ ‘er neck, maybe it's got summat to do wi’ that thing danglin off 'er.”

True to Goyle’s observation, Natalie’s amethyst pendant swung free around her neck. Crabbe grabbed at it, trying to yank it away, but was thrown backwards by the shield protecting its wearer.

“I’s our farmer’s daughter.” Crabbe hissed delighted, surely Voldemort would allow them to play with this one now.

“Crabbe you idjit, jus’ break the chain.

“Goyle, if’n you think it’s so easy, get it yerself.”

Goyle roughly grabbed Natalie by the arm, hoisting her to her feet. When he reached for the silver chain, he too was thrown backwards away from her. Crabbe rushed her from her off side, and Natalie took him down to the ground, sweeping his feet out from underneath of him. Goyle lunged for her arm. Natalie caught him by surprise when she spun into his attack, ramming the heel of her hand into his nose with a supremely satisfying crunch of bone snapping and a gush of blood flowing down his face and spraying Natalie as well. Crabbe regained his feet to grab both her arms, pinning them to her sides. Natalie, instead of fighting, melted into his grasp, feeling for all the world like liquid between his fingers. When Crabbe relaxed his grip just the tiniest bit style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri'>, Natalie smiled wickedly at Goyle advancing on her with one hand holding his nose. Closing right hand over left fist in a nearly imperceptible move, Natalie waited until Goyle was close enough to smell, then slammed her elbow into Crabbe’s solar plexus with all the strength she possessed, stopping Goyle, stunned, in his tracks. His chin sank onto Natalie’s shoulder just as she stomped the hard heel of her riding boot straight down onto the inside of his foot. He reared back this time, releasing the hellcat of a muggle, cursing her with all his might. Goyle backed up, not really wanting to get to close to the obviously dangerous woman. As Crabbe released her arms, Natalie spun into him instead of running away, breaking his nose just as nicely to match his partner’s. To add insult to injury, Natalie kneed him with all her pent up anger, frustration, and fury, right in the groin, dropping the heavier man to his knees with a shriek.

High above the melee, an eagle soared, watching the two poor fools try to take out the woman. “Idiots.” The bird cried. “Don’t knock ‘em out, Natalie.”

As Natalie stood watching the writhing man on the ground, his partner stealthily approached her from behind her, snatching her braided hair like a handle, and pulling her in close to his chest with his beefy arms.

“Now thas’ ‘nough muggle.” He breathed in her ear; reeking of firewhiskey. Good grief, I have to pretend to lose a fight to two idiotic drunks? Natalie thought as her nose wrinkled in obvious displeasure.

“Get off the ground, Crabbe, and conjure somethin’ to bind ‘er ‘ands.”

Still clutching his family jewels, Crabbe cast a spell at a spare twig, transforming it into a rope, to tie Natalie’s hands in front of her. Natalie dropped her head in a motion of defeat, but really to hide her satisfied smile.

“The Dark Lord’s gonna love this ‘un. Spunky she in’t she?.” Goyle laughed, jerking her roughly by one arm towards the darkened manor.

Natalie, just to unnerve her captors more, hummed softly under her breath, bobbing her head to the rhythm only she could hear. Two superbly camouflaged snakes slithered through the underbrush passing through the wards at Malfoy Manor along with the two Death Eaters, completely undetected. A golden eagle followed the trail of the snakes, also passing through the momentary opening in the wards. She flew to a chimney to perch and watch the strange trio approach.

“Run on for a long time, run on for a long time.” Natalie sang softly, tilting her head slightly to watch the grass fold under three sets of invisible footsteps which slipped so easily through the momentary opening of the wards around the manor. “Sooner or later gonna cut you down. Sooner or later gonna cut you down.”

“Bloody’ ‘ell, this un’s a right nutter.” Goyle spat out, still trying to stem the free flow of blood from his nose. Crabbe muttered unintelligibly as he tried to shift his severely bruised balls to a more comfortable position.

“We brung ya a present, milord.” Goyle addressed Voldemort, a hint of triumph in his voice as he and Crabbe shoved the crazy muggle front and center in front of the darkest wizard in ages. Snape collapsed into a coughing fit when he saw Natalie.

“The farmer’s girl.” Voldemort hissed in supreme satisfaction. “How nice of you to join us.” He rose gracefully from his seat of honor, approaching Natalie who merely continued to hum and bob her head along with the song only she could hear.

“Run on for a long time, run on for a long time. Sooner or later God’ll cut you down. Sooner or later God’ll cut you down.”

Nolan swallowed hard, struggling against the urge to move in rhythm with the old Johnny Cash song, now hearing the music along with Natalie, heart pounding along with the beat.

Natalie’s wild eyes never left the red-rimmed eyes of Voldemort, daring him, challenging him, mocking him. His wand materialized in his hand. Voldemort fingered it lovingly as he watched the crazy woman weaving before him.

“Taunting me every day as you rode by, nearly touching the wards.” He whispered dangerously, tilting his head in curiosity as the woman completely ignored him. Slinking along the marbled floor in his bare feet, Voldemort eased to stand in front of the crazy woman. He ever so gently took her face in his hand, lifting her eyes to meet his.

“What did you two do to her?”

“ ‘ER? Look at what she did to us!” Goyle sputtered indignantly.

“She’s got some sort of amulet there, protects her from curses.” Crabbe added hopefully.

“Really?” Voldemort leaned in closer to Natalie, quite curious. He lifted one bony finger ending in a ragged, sharp nail, and gently touched her still moving lips. Natalie grinned widely, snaking her tongue out, and licking the Dark Lord’s finger. Across the room, Draco grimaced, fighting the urge to gag.

“Mmmmmm ...” She murmured, tasting her own blood on her tongue where she split the moist muscle on Voldemort’s nail.

“Tasty.”   She smacked her lips in pure delight. Voldemort backed away, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Crucio.” He flicked his wand towards Natalie almost carelessly. She fixed her stare on his red-rimmed eyes as the curse slipped over the Urley protections and hit Crabbe instead. He dropped to the floor, convulsing.

“Interesting.” Voldemort commented while examining her much like a scientist would study an experiment. “Magic can’t touch you.” He lisped curiously.

“I may be crazy, but I ain’t stupid.” Natalie sniggered. “Been living close to you perverted bastards for long enough to know I needed extra protection.”

“Perhaps you should have found better protection, my dear.” Voldemort hissed. “I can still touch you.” He lunged forward grabbing her by the neck. Warily, Goyle released her arm and stepped a safe distance away.

Natalie smiled again, leaning in to kiss his thin, pale lips. Shocked, the Dark Lord moved away from her, relaxing his grip on her neck.

“You are crazy, muggle,” he stated calmly.

“Yep,” Natalie confirmed. “Betcha can’t make me scream,” she taunted.

“Really?” Voldemort cocked his head in perverse interest. “Even if I use my toys?”

“Bring it on, snake-face.” Natalie shot back.

The Dark Lord sniggered in obvious anticipation before conjuring two whipping posts in the center of the ballroom.   The assembled Deatheaters all stepped away to form a wide circle. Natalie moved to the posts, stroking them with her gloved finger tips. Wrapping both hands around one, she tested its strength, pulling on it hard. When it didn’t budge, she gripped both of the whipping posts as high as she could reach, spreading her legs, and sighing in resignation or possibly anticipation. She lowered her head, eyes closed, breathing steady and waited for the first lash. She lifted her eyes, prepared, to focus on two sets of striking green eyes peering out from the horrific skull masks of the Death Eaters, both sets of eyes hidden behind the other black robed wizards.   Natalie slowly closed her eyes, then reopened them. Both faces smiled under those hideous masks. A strange contented smile stole over Natalie’s face. Unsettlingly, she began to sing softly again, her head bobbing with the rhythm,

“Go and tell that long-tongued liar, go and tell that midnight rider, tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter, tell ‘em that God’s gonna cut ‘em down. Tell ‘em that God‘s gonna cut ‘em down.”

Snape barely breathed as he watched the muggle he knew to be a very powerful witch prepare to receive the Dark Lord’s lashing. He tuned out most of the murmurings all about him.

“One of ‘em bloody Jesus lovin’ holy rollin’ type muggles.”

“Nutters.”

“Bloody hell.”

“Freak.”

“She’d better know what she’s doing.” Another, near panicked voiced added, more surprisingly familiar to Snape’s keen hearing. Granger?   He fought the urge to look around and pinpoint the source of that voice.

Natalie sang on, her voice soft, unfaltering. “Sooner or later, gonna cut you down. Sooner or later gonna cut you down.”

Her entire being centered on the soft hiss of leather traveling through the tension-filled air, ears telling her when and where exactly to feel the bite of the leather across her back, rending the soft cotton of her t-shirt, staining it instantly red. The barbed tip flew back, catching on the scrap of silk which secured her braid, untwining her hair. Her smile grew wider almost as if she relished the pain. When she didn’t even flinch, and kept singing, Voldemort grew even more enraged.

“My goodness gracious let me tell you the news, my head’s been wet with the midnight dew. I’ve been down on bended knee, talkin’ to the man from Galilee. He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of angels’ feet.”

Natalie watched floor behind all of the Death Eaters. When she spied three pairs of disembodied shoes, revealed only as three people dropped to their knees, she smiled; an eerie sight to those assembled. She lifted her head, grinning triumphantly. Voldemort drew his arm back and let loose with all of the power he could muster. The backlash of the barbed tip pulled her shirt away from her back, revealing the beautifully colored golden eagle and the snake coiled in its grasp, now criss-crossed in seeping red welts.

“Mmmmmm …” Natalie murmured, eyes closed, smile playing around her lips.

Voldemort’s slit-like eyes reddened even more, but, he lowered his arm, recognizing the mark.   “Monterichelieu!”

The room seemed to quake in fear of the fury building in the serpent Lord. The marked silence broke when, “AVADA KEDAVRA” the snake-Lord screamed in rage.

“Duck.”   Nolan hissed at Snape, jerking him low to the floor.

The assembled Death Eaters scrambled for cover when the curse seemed to bounce off the crazy muggle woman, flying off into the crowd, before striking down MacNair, catching him quite off guard as he stood and stared at the strange woman in their midst, still chanting to herself. As his lifeless body hit the floor with a thud, Natalie threw her head back, and sang even louder.

“Working in the dark against your fellow man, but as sure as God made black and white, what’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.”

She stopped singing to lock eyes with a piercing set of blue eyes rising from the floor behind all the others.   Screeching filled the ballroom.

“That didn’t take quite as long as I had hoped.” Natalie pouted, still smiling, arms outstretched to grip the whipping posts.

A snake on the floor slithered to her, coiling around her ankle possessively, hissing at the confused Voldemort as it climbed higher on Natalie’s calf.

“Bite me you little fucker and I’ll turn you into a belt.” Natalie hissed at the snake. Nicholas uncoiled his black serpentine self from Natalie’s leg, returning to his human form to face her.

“You really did it this time, Natalie. Dad is so going to kill you. ”    He hissed back at his sister.

“Promises, Promises.” Natalie threw back her head and laughed, a bone-chilling, blood stopping, evil laugh. Even the most hardened Death Eaters in the crowd took pause, stepping[O4] back from the strange tableau in front of them. Natalie began to sing softly, almost relieved now.

With a hair raising screech, a form materialized between Voldemort and Natalie. Impeccably dressed, head to toe in somber navy Pierre Cardin[O5] , Maurice Monterichelieu disgustedly picked a practically invisible piece of lint from his sleeve and checked his silk tie before focusing on his opponent.

“I’ll take this from here, Natalie Marie.”   His voice was calm, unconcerned, but his eyes betrayed his absolute fury.   “Defenseless, my ass.” He added under his breath.

“Hello, Daddy.” Natalie sneered at her father. Those assembled stood in shock, watching the strange soap opera playing out in the ballroom of Malfoy Manor.

“You do realize you’re a widow now.” He lashed out at his daughter, hoping to cow her.

Once more Natalie sneered, hissing contemptuously, “Thanks to you.”

“Cover yourself.” Maurice commanded.

She turned to grin at Voldemort over her shoulder, her once again long hair cascaded down her back. She stood stock still for a moment, only a moment, before stalking across the flagstones of the pseudo-throne room to Snape who enveloped her into his cloak, as she turned to press her abused back against his chest.

“Sssssnape?”   Voldemort hissed in amazement.

Severus sneered back, not deigning to answer. He could feel the amethyst in the bracelet he had tucked in his [O6] pocket heating up. Glancing down, he saw Natalie’s glowing brightly. He sensed that no matter what, he too was now protected from any curses that could be thrown his way.

Natalie made sure she had Voldemort’s eyes on hers when she reached up to pull Severus’ head down to kiss him soundly.

Her father shook his head in disgust, drawing his wand.   Nolan stepped up beside the couple, dropping his hood and mask as he did. The two green eyed Death Eaters stepped up to the opposite side, flanking the couple protectively. Maurice returned his attention to an extraordinarily enraged Voldemort.

“The Code of Honour demands retribution for the harm you have caused a defenseless member of my family.” Maurice Monterichelieu offered a courtly bow to Voldemort.

“Had I known she was one of yours, I would not have harmed her.” Voldemort bowed back.

“Be that as it may, the harm is done.” Maurice concluded with a grim, determined look on his face. “En garde.” The two powerful dark wizards took up dueling positions. The Death Eaters scurried away to give them plenty of room.

Snape leaned down to whisper in Natalie’s ear. “It is about time.”

Natalie snorted contemptuously while she slipped the amulet from around her neck, passing it surreptitiously to the still masked Death Eater on her right.   Strangely, that Death eater slipped the amulet over his neck.   Snape’s eyes widened in alarm.

Their eyes locked on the two dark wizards bowing in utmost deference, an odd contrast to the life or death battle about to begin.

“We must observe the niceties.” A man’s voice spoke softly beside Natalie as his green eyes remained riveted on the dangerous duo.

Potter? Snape whipped his head around to peer past Natalie, homing in on those familiar green eyes; green eyes that stared back from behind the hideous half-skull mask with no hatred, no fear, no disdain or disrespect. Those eyes unsettled Snape far more than any other of the strange events of the day.

Silently, Snape handed a crystal phial over her shoulder; inside its glittering depths, a blood red liquid sloshed. Natalie smiled evilly at the sight. Leaning into his protection further, Natalie’s grin grew wider as the hexes being cast about by two powerful dark wizards gradually increased in strength, growing more lethal with each cast.

As she drank the entire contents in one smooth swallow, Severus’ smooth baritone whispered in her ear.

Flesh of my flesh, now we become one.

Blood to blood, I claim thee as mine own.

Body and blood combined

Heart to heart; mind to mind,

Forever shall I, thee, bind.

This is my body I offer thee freely

This is my blood partake of both dearly.

Whither thou goest, I shall go.

Your pain now mine, our joys doubled.

What you know, I shall know.

What is yours, I claim as mine.

Forever hence, I thee bind.

Natalie swiftly downed the contents of the vial, tilting her head back to accept the kiss that would forever seal her fate. Together with Severus, she spoke the final words with as much force as she could muster.

Forever be the tie that binds.

As they spoke, all activity around them ceased. Platinum bands, in the shape of two entwined serpents formed on their ring fingers.

“You bitch!” Maurice Monterichelieu roared at his only daughter.

When his attention wavered, Voldemort struck, hissing, “Avada kedavra!”

The most unforgivable of curses hit Maurice square in the back. He fell forward onto his face, dead.

“COWARD!” Natalie screamed, enraged at the utter contempt for life that Voldemort had shown once again.

The Dark Lord lowered his wand, reaching into his robes for the small dagger he kept there, unaware that Natalie had passed her protection to another. Voldemort wanted the supreme physical satisfaction of stabbing the interfering witch straight through the heart. Natalie wasted no more time. She raised her hands, with Snape’s hands locked around her wrists, out to her sides, preparing for the onslaught.

“Jobberknoll.” She hissed in stereo with a smooth baritone behind her, releasing her magic. The strength of the returning magic shattered through the wards around Malfoy Manor. Natalie levitated off the ground, a slight blue aura glowing around her. The bracelet and ring under her riding gloves lengthened and changed substance into the familiar feel and shape of her wand. She snatched at the ruined leather, throwing down the gauntlet.

Another snake reassumed its human form, and Noah now stood behind her, his wand drawn as well. “Get him, Natalie.” He hissed.

All hell broke loose around them. Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix converged on the location at Nathan’s behest, swarming onto the property the instant the wards fell.   High on a knoll overlooking the Manor, Walter sat with his rifle cradled in his arms, silver bullets in a pouch, hounds resting expectantly at his side. Inside the ballroom, the fierce battle began with Voldemort advancing on Nolan, furious with his apparent betrayal.

“Draco!” Natalie bellowed, her enraged voice carrying well over the din of the many hexes flashing around her.

The youngest Malfoy whipped off the hideous mask he had been wearing, casting nearly frantic, “Serpensortia” in every possible direction. Narcissa joined in with her son, unsure why, but feeling his desperation in her heart. Soon the ballroom was crawling with a huge number of serpents, writhing, hissing, striking anything that moved. As the youngest Malfoy moved with the natural grace befitting his station, his hair fell back, revealing a sparkling amethyst earring glittering madly from only one earlobe. Natalie dissolved into her serpent form. Noah, hissed softly in parcel, calling for Nagini. The great viper locked on his familiar visage and started towards him. Noah shifted into his now nearly indistinguishable serpent form amongst the rest of the snakes, and slithered to meet Nagini head on, weaving his head hypnotically, enthralling the pretty female serpent with his mating dance. She drew nearer, head lowered submissively. Noahentwined his body around hers, almost lovingly.

“Why you not change for me before now?” The great serpent hissed at the transformed man.

“Ssshhh pretty one.” Noah soothed, using his serpentine body to caress hers. He slithered closer to her head, then sank his gleaming fangs into her flesh, every muscle in his serpentine body pulsing as his venom ejaculated into the larger female. Nagini’s eyes glassed over, and she lay spent in the embrace of the lethal serpent.

Natalie slipped her way through the crowd, dodging frantic feet, and enraged strikes, slowly growing closer to Voldemort’s enticingly bare feet.   Colorful spells and hexes whizzed crazily around the room, reminiscent of an indoor fireworks display. Finally, she was close. She slipped behind the Dark Lord, then lunged, sinking her fangs into his unprotected thigh, nailing his femoral artery. Natalie wrapped herself tightly around the now enraged wizard hacking ineffectually at her body. The potion Nolan exposed him to weakened his natural defenses to Natalie’s venom, rendering him useless almost instantly. She withdrew her fangs, transforming in the same instant to grab his dagger, pressing it against his throat, drawing a thin line of blood.

“Feel my poison?” She whispered softly, an eerie contrast to the bellows of pain and rage echoing all through the great room. Voldemort slowly sank to his knees; his muscles refusing to hold him upright any further.

Across the room, Nolan was quickly wearing out Bellatrix, dodging her blows and throwing tiny little cutting curses her way, so small they slipped right through her shields, each little nick and scrape leeching away her life force as the scarlet blood trickled down her ivory skin.

Alexei and Nathan stood back to back, effectively and impassively cutting down any cowards who tried to flee through the french doors into the Malfoy's gardens.

Nicholas stood way off out of the way, lazily deflecting any stray spells that came to close to Natalie.

Snape and Lucius, both now unmasked, worked in amazingly coordinated tandem, stunning and immobilizing all who crossed their path. Narcissa wavered for one instant when she caught sight of her handsome husband so focused on taking out the Death Eaters who for so long had desecrated his ancestral home. Smiling, and with more dedicated purpose, she conjured more and more serpents, deflecting any stray hexes that came near her or Draco.

Outside the manor house, any fleeing Death Eater was quickly cut down and bound as Auror and Order members worked together. Ana moved through the prisoners quickly identifying the Death Eaters for Tonks and Kingsley, prepared to free any who were among those Natalie counted as friend rather than foe. One Deatheater slipped past the assembled police force, heading at a lope for the wards. Walt’s keen eye saw his prey, slinking through the shadows. He took careful aim, firing a single bullet through Greyback’s leg, slowing him down considerably. The hounds sprang to life as if one entity, streaking down the hillside, the scent of lupine blood strong in their nostrils.

“Get that bastard, boys!” Walt egged on his animals as he lumbered to his feet, reaching to untie the waiting, though spooked, horse in order to keep up with his hounds.

In the back of the ballroom, under the conjoined invisibility cloaks, Mairead urged Harry’s three friends to keep chanting. Ron, Hermione and Neville knelt on the floor each with one hand on the strange transfigured box that Noah kicked under their cloaks when he first shimmered into the ballroom.

“Don’t stop.” Mairead urged them as a swirling wisp of silver mist wafted through their cover to settle inside the box. Neville slammed the lid shut.

“Get ready, Harry.”

Potter looked up into Mairead’s green eyes, a hint of fear glimmering in his depths. She reached her hand over Hermione’s shoulder to hold his. “Don’t worry young one. We’ve done everything according to the plan.” He nodded, then slumped to the floor as his scar split open, a similar silvery wisp of almost nothing sped straight from Harry’s scar to the dead Voldemort who thought he called his soul fragment from within Nagini with his last breath. Mairead watched as the last soul fragment imbedded itself in Voldemort, and the one he spent floated a bit aimlessly. “Open the box!” She tried not to shout. Ron flipped the lid open just long enough to trap the second fractured soul piece, slamming the lid shut. He handed the box to Mairead, then shuffled to encircle Harry, joining hands with Hermione and Neville to finish the ancient incantation.

Harry suddenly sat bolt upright, eyes bright and clear, ripping the cloak off as he did. The scream that streamed from Voldemort caused the entire battle to halt in its bloody tracks. Harry smiled at him, drawing his wand.

“POTTER!”

“Hello, Tom Riddle. Harry answered politely.

Voldemort searched among the writhing serpents, spying the body of his Nagini, and the reforming Noah. He looked back to Harry, then over his shoulder to where Mairead held the plain little box, triumphantly, out in front of her for all to see.. Voldemort’s eyes then quickly spied the amethyst around Harry’s neck.   The Dark Lord looked around, confused. Snape, Alexei, Nolan, Narcissa, Draco and Lucius were all unmasked, and seemed to be fighting against his Death Eaters. He recognized the similarities between Nathan, Noah, Mairead and of course Nolan. Nolan started to laugh, “I told you the ccoileneyder find you.”

“Well, what will it be Riddle? Neither can live while the other survives …” Harry taunted the enraged snake-like lord.

MWAHAHHAHHAHA … evil cliffie. A most grateful thank you to Trickie Woo whose input was invaluable,WeasleyWench who consulted with the fight scene, and CCino who assisted so well with dialogue for the thugs. Thanks to everyone who has been riding this roller coaster with me. I'm not done yet. I promise.
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