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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 75

�What can I get you? Don�t ask for beer or spirits cause you aint getting it. You from Hogwarts? It�s not a Hogsmead weekend, I know that.�
Lucy started and turned to the barman. For a moment there she thought it was the Headmaster. �A butterbeer thanks.� She said, not answering his other question. Her eyes roved round the room, squinting in the low light, trying to see if Severus was here, pausing when she saw what might be a man, but never sure.
�Here you go, five Sickles.�
Lucy dug in her pocket; she had not thought to bring money. Luckily, there were a couple of Galleons in her coat pocket; she placed one on the bar. After pocketing the change, she picked up the bottle of butterbeer, then pulled a face and placed in back on the bartop. It was slick with dust and grime, and the bottleneck did not look too clean.
�C�mon Abe�, at least give the young lady a clean glass.� �Hello little lady, a bit out of your league aren�t you. You look too� pleasant, to be slumming it in a place like this.� A hooded man leaned close to her so he could talk quietly.
Lucy tried to see inside the low hood, it covered half of his face, as well as his head. All she could see was the shadow of a largish nose and a pair of thin lips.

If she thought it odd that anyone would stay covered indoors, especially in this heat, she said nothing. �I thought it was the other pub, the Three Broomsticks.� She told him, still trying to see inside the annoying hood.
�Ah, meeting someone were ye?�

�No, looking for someone.�
�They expecting ye?�

�Why, what�s it to you?�
�Just asking. So, ye gonna carry on looking for� someone, or would ye like a bit of company?�
Lucy had trouble controlling her instinct to flirt with the anomalous stranger. Where was Severus? Why did he leave without saying where he was going? �It depends. I don�t usually talk to strangers, especially when I cant even see their faces.�

�This aint the sort of place to come if ye want a friendly face little lady. Though in your case, I could make an exception.� He lifted his hood enough that she could see his features in the light of the lantern above the bar. He was reasonably young, about thirty-five, though it was difficult to say for sure. His features were sharp and angular, not too bad looking. He also smelled clean, and decidedly male. Lucy�s eyes darkened again, reflexively leaning towards him.
The stranger studied her, the hooded gaze, smouldering eyes, the scent of arousal strong in his nostrils. She might act aloof, but she was giving off signals that begged to differ. �So, do you like what you see little lady?� His words were whispered, warm lips against her ear. He smiled at the obvious shiver she gave when his warm breath caressed her skin.
Lucy closed her eyes, unable to resist any longer the draw of the wizard in front of her. �Yes. I like.� She whispered back, leaning into him now, need overruling common sense.

Albus Dumbledore turned to Fawkes as the flames in his fireplace changed from green, to a normal fiery orange/red. �It would seem Severus and Miss Grindelwald have gone astray Fawkes. The youth of today, there is no telling what goes through their heads at times.�

Fawkes trilled excitedly. Even a phoenix enjoys a certain amount of mischief at times. �It is more serious than that Fawkes. I must find them. Fortunately Aberforth has seen fit to inform me of Miss Grindelwalds whereabouts, but is worried she may soon vacate the premises on the arm of a rather unsavoury character. As for our Potions Master, I cannot think where he would be, other than he was summoned again. I must leave Fawkes. I can at least try and recover the witch, the wizard is another matter.�

When Albus apparated onto the outskirts of Hogsmead, the first person he encountered was his Potions Master, zigzaging his way unsteadily through the deep, crunchy snow.

�Severus, where have you been? Are you hurt? More important, are you aware Miss Grindelwald is at this moment in the company of another wizard? One she happened to encounter in the Hogs Head Inn.�

Severus narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster, allowing the information to slowly sink into his inebriated brain. �She what?� He growled, somewhat slurred and almost bowling the old wizard over with the reek of alcohol from his breath.
Albus leaned back slightly, realising the younger wizards struggling gait was not down to any discomfort he might have felt from an encounter with Voldemort, but because he was intoxicated, plain and simple. �It might be better were you to return to the cottage, I will endeavour to find her myself.� He said, put out at the Professors condition. They would discuss this later.
But drunk or not, the idea of Lucy being out and about without his knowledge, and worse, in the company of another wizard, in the Hogs Head of all places, unsettled him enough that he was able to clear his head. �I am not incompetent Albus. I have duelled wizards in much worse condition than I am now. Shall we?� He asked, belching loudly and striding awkwardly passed the old wizard in the direction of the inn.
Severus� eyes drifted over the current inhabitants when the entered the Hogs Head. When he got his hands on that girl he would make her sorry she was ever born.
�Too late Albus, they left about five minutes ago.� Aberforth told his brother.
�They what? Why did you not stop them you fool? Where did they go?�

�Severus. Severus. What was he meant to do, tie her down? You know as well as I that would not work.� Albus said to the enraged Professor.
�Dunno where they went, but I�ve seen that wizard in here before. Don�t think he�s one of his, but he�s got a vicious temper on him if things aren�t going his way. Bit of religious extremist, tries to convert the unconvertible. Loses it on occasions if folk don�t pay heed to his preaching about the Gods and such.� Aberforth told them, ignoring Severus� outburst. He was a bartender, not a nursemaid. It was not his job to tell his patrons what they could do and who they could talk to.
Severus and Albus exited the inn, neither knowing which way to go or where to start looking.
�Severus, did you ever remove that tracking charm from her? The one you used to locate her the time she left Headquarters.�
A slow smile spread across the Potion Masters face. �You know I don�t believe I did. It completely slipped my mind.�
�Just as well. If what my brother says is true, she could be in trouble as we speak.�
Overwhelmed with lust and need, Lucy didn�t resist in the slightest when the hooded wizard steered her out the inn, held her close and dissaparated. They appeared in front of a narrow townhouse midway along a narrow, but reasonably respectable looking area.
�My home.� He said, flicking his wand at the door and leading her inside when it opened.
Once inside he removed his cloak and Lucy got her first proper look at the wizard. He was bordering on handsome, with large brown eyes, long fair hair, not quite blonde, and tall with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

When she removed her coat, revealing only a tight tee shirt and jeans beneath, the stranger looked her up and down, taking in her figure through the tight fitting clothes.
�You have the face of a child, but the body of a woman. I like that.� he said, grabbing her hips, pulling her tight against his own.
Lucy gasped at the sudden contact, feeling the hardness of his member pressing into her.
�You�re hot little one, your skin is on fire.� He commented, hands already under her top and working their way towards her breasts.
�Too hot.� She whimpered, pressing into his touch, needing more. Her own hands working on his waistcoat buttons, shoving it aside to get at the shirt beneath.
�Steady little one, lets take this somewhere more� suitable shall we.� he steered her along the narrow passage to a flight of stairs, Lucy moving backwards, her lips pressed against the sparsely haired chest, licking his skin, attempting to latch onto one of his nipples.
�Damn you�re eager.� He breathed, lifting her and hurrying up the stairs.
Lucy was too engrossed in his body to notice her surroundings. The mirrored walls and ceiling irrelevant when her body begged for fulfilment. A sudden sense of fury and apprehension flitted into her thoughts, a sense that could only have come from Severus. But it was fleeting and fingers were touching, teasing, tormenting as they soothed and cooled the constant burn refusing to abate until someone gave her what she desired.
The stranger looked down on her, drinking in the flushed skin, pebbled nipples , small peaks atop twin hills of pliant flesh, firm rounded stomach above a thatch of golden curls. The stranger looked no further, instead shoving her backwards onto the bed, flicking his wand at an area of mirrored wall without giving it a second glance.
Lucy�s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden shove, then closed again as he mounted her, nudging the already parted thighs to part even further. In her mind this was Severus. Severus� hands caressing her breasts, Severus� mouth suckling a nipple, nibbling and laving, Severus� hard member probing between her folds, growing slick with her juices, preparing to delve into her secret place, the warm, welcoming sleeve that waited, empty, needy, deprived of it�s rightful inhabitant.

Every stroke he made had her thrusting at him, reaching to bring him closer, urging him to fill her. So preoccupied was she with trying to get him to comply, she was taken by surprise again when her hands were yanked from their place on his buttocks, tight bindings winding round her wrists, holding her fast to the bedposts. She opened her eyes and a flicker of silver flashed before her to land in the strangers hand.
�Calm down little one, a little pain can bring untold pleasure when applied at the right time, in the right place. You will soon be begging me to give you more pain than you can believe possible to bare. You are about to undergo something very few have the privilege of experiencing. I will teach you to welcome each tender strike, relish every ache, delight in the most excruciating agonies imaginable. You are beautiful little one, too beautiful to exist as you are. Only the Gods are allowed such exquisiteness, only they shall bare hair so golden it torments the eyes to behold it. I will help you remedy that fault, and you will rejoice in my healing of your vanity, as you glory in the ultimate pleasure of me filling your body as I drain your magnificence.�
TBC

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