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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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Who�s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

A piercing pained howl from outside the Manor broke the strained silence. Nolan hurried to Natalie�s side only to be halted at wand point by Shacklebolt.
�Don�t move.� The ebony skinned Auror snarled. Nolan held his hands outspread in surrender.
Luckily for Nolan, Tonks bounded through the door, skittering in a slick pile of dead serpent, falling ungracefully on her ass with a thump. All eyes turned to her. She locked gazes with Natalie. For a very brief moment, they stared. Then, they both burst in laughter; huge, stress-induced, rolling gales of laughter, Nolan joined in, followed by Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville.
Snape scowled in absolute consternation. He truly did not understand what exactly was so funny, but found it harder to fight the giggles as Narcissa turned and hid her face, clutching the front of Lucius� robes as she succumbed to the misplaced hilarity as well; her shoulders heaving at her niece�s predicament. Draco lowered his eyes and tried holding his breath, only to find that it made it much worse and finally just threw his head back and roared in laughter at his ever inelegant cousin. Noah lent his rich voice, always ready for a good laugh. Nathan rolled his eyes, catching Snape�s matching movement.
�Hello Tonks.� Natalie managed to spit out between snorts.
�Wotcher Natalie.� The pink haired Auror giggled in answer. Mairead knit her brows in utter consternation as she looked from her niece back to the poor Auror sitting in a pool of slime.
�Need a hand?� Natalie offered, nodding to Noah to help the poor woman out of the muck.
�A hand or two might help.� Tonks gasped, trying to regain some composure.
Noah offered both hands and a huge white-toothed grin, lifting her back to her feet and steadying her as she made a bee-line for Natalie. Shacklebolt stood staring in shock as he had begun to process the carnage in the ballroom. Meanwhile, and heated but hushed conversation, Alexei stripped his light blue polo shirt over his head, and strode across to Natalie pulling it over her head without asking so much a by your leave. His actions made Natalie laugh even harder as she struggled to push her arms through the sleeves but a tight-lipped smile of gratitude practically beamed from Snape.
�Someone had better start explaining a lot better than Mr. Monterichelieu did.� Shacklebolt boomed in his most authoritative voice. He was interrupted by a high pitched howl; a howl of complete terror. Then a voice roared from the outer grounds,
�NATALIE!�
Tonks whipped around and ran from the Manor house, her robes trailing snake parts as she went and Natalie followed close on her heels. The Golden Trio, Neville and Mairead also beat a hasty exit, desperate to get away from the scene.
�Secure the rest of them.� Shacklebolt ordered. �Take them outside with the others.�
Snape, Noah, Nathan, and Nolan stood together near the Malfoy family, watching dispassionately while the Aurors bound the surrendering Death Eaters. Ana pulled Alexei from the room to find out who was bellowing for Natalie from outside. Nathan turned to motion Shacklebolt closer.
�I believe we should see if my sister requires assistance.�
Shacklebolt nodded, his eyes not leaving Snape for an instant.
�I believe you�ve already met my new brother in law?� Nathan continued quietly his voice heavily laced with a veiled threat if anything should happen to his aforementioned brother in law.
Kingsley choked, coughing to clear his throat but nodding all the same.
�Sir?� Noah intervened. �I really am worried for my sister. May we please see what is going on outside.�
Shacklebolt gazed at the remaining people in the ballroom and finally acquiesced, motioning toward the door.
Once on the grounds, a horrific sight greeted them. Walt�s hounds had dragged back a bloodied heap, depositing in right in front of a merrily gurgling water fountain then had turned as if one single entity on the next nearest target, Remus Lupin, who was now, amazingly ensconced in the limbs of a tree.
Walt stood beneath the tree, his rifle trained right between Remus� eyes. Remus was holding tight to the main trunk of the tree, the snarling hounds leaping up as high as they could reach, snapping silver teeth dripping.
�Down.� Natalie spoke firmly to the hounds.
�Natalie �� Walt growled warningly, not taking his sights off the wolf in a tree.
Natalie laid her hand on his shoulder. �Walt, it�s ok. This one isn�t dangerous.�
�D�ere all dangerous, lass.� Walt grumbled. �Remember what �appened to Richard and Ibn Jasier?�
�I remember, Walt. I remember well. It was the one the dogs brought back. Not this man. He�s a good man. He takes a potion to prevent from going crazy with the moons.�
�He really does, sir.� Tonks added for extra measure.
Walt steadfastly refused to lower his rifle. Remus piteously peered down at the strange tableau below him.
�Sir, I swear I�ve never harmed another soul.� Remus pleaded.
�Not with conscious intent.� Snape snarled. Remus stared wide eyed and remorseful down at the Potions Master.
�I didn�t know.�
�I don�t care.� Natalie interrupted gruffly. �Walt, he�s ok. Severus, get him down. NOW!�
Severus sneered, raised his wand, and cast Levicorpus at the lycan, lifting him by an unseen binding around his ankles and turning him upside down.
�Heeeeeyyyyyyy!� Lupin yowled.
Snape snickered quietly as he gently bobbed Remus� form towards the ground. When his robes draped on the manicured grass of the Malfoy�s lawn, Snape flicked his wrist, ending the incantation, and dropping Remus quite abruptly on his head.
�Yeowch!� Remus rolled around before lurching to his feet. �Severus, really.� He complained.
�That was unnecessary, Severus.� Minerva snipped at him.
�Not really.� Snape answered.
Shacklebolt exited from the Manor while talking quietly with Lucius. Kingsley signaled another team of Aurors to approach them, giving them instructions to go back in with Lucius to clear the rest of the Manor.
Draco ambled over to his godfather while Narcissa hung back hesitantly.
�Who are Richard and Ibn Jasier?� Remus asked of Walt quite softly.
�My son and a prized stallion, both eaten by � him.� Walt snarled, kicking at the pile of shredded skin and gnawed bones that had been Fenrir. Remus reached out to Walt with both hands.
�I am so very sorry.� Remus murmured with his eyes glistening from unshed tears. �He was the one who cursed me as well.�
Walt�s anger softened at the gentle man�s demeanor. Gruffly, he pulled Remus in close in a bear hug, admitting in a hoarse voice, �For that, I�m sorry as well.�
Natalie stepped back. Tonks� lower lip quivered at the sight of her man�s overwhelming emotions. Snape stepped behind Natalie to wrap a long strong arm around her waist. Kingsley approached the strange group cautiously, his eyes wide in wonder at the silver-clawed hounds which lay panting on the ground.
�Mrs. Snape? I need to ask you some questions.� His deep voice broke the reverie that had overcome her.
�Not yet.� Natalie commanded. �We have unfinished business.�
She turned around to look at the people gathered. Not seeing who she wanted to see, she shouted out, �KRUM!�
The heavy-set Bulgarian dashed from a tight-knit knot of younger people, present himself post-hast.
�Yes, Mistress?�
�Prepare a circle.�
�Yes, Mistress.� He executed a sharp about face into a small group of his fellow students from Durmstrang and barked orders in his native tongue. Each one scoured the ground for a rock or pebble and quickly transfigured it into a crystal, setting them at appropriate intervals into a circle. When completed, the stones began to glow light blue. Lucius emerged from the Manor, flanked by the Auror team, with many more bound Death Eaters, and a few freed prisoners. He stopped to take in the scene on his lawn.
Natalie turned to Shacklebolt. �I�m ready to call the others.�
�Call the others?� Shacklebolt repeated in confusion.
�I will summon any Death Eater not currently present. Do what you will with them.�
She nodded at Krum who gathered his fellow students inside the circle. Alexei kissed Ana warmly then joined his charges along with Nolan and the elder Malfoys. Draco moved to join his parents, but Natalie reached out to grab his elbow and stop him.
�That won�t be necessary Draco. You are not marked.�
�Oh. All right then.� Draco stopped where he was. Snape moved toward the circle as well.
�Not you, Severus. I need you.� Natalie said sadly. He halted and turned to face her, dark eyes glittering in curiosity. As if under the imperius, he moved closer to her. Everyone near them instinctively backed away from the duo.
�Need me for exactly what, Natalie.� He asked with his voice dangerously low.
�I need your mark, and our blood bond. Only yours will work.�
Exhaustion began taking a toll on Natalie. Her back screamed for relief. Her entire body swayed slightly. Snape stepped into her to hold her close. Minerva seemed to whispering frantically to Shacklebolt. Natalie rested her forehead against Snape�s breast bone, inhaling his wonderful scent.
�Why?� Snape asked the top of her head.
�Because.� Natalie sighed.
�Not good enough. Why?� He reiterated.
�Because I said so.� Natalie drew herself back to her full height, quite angry now at being questioned.
�On your knees.� She barked. Reluctantly, Snape fell to his knees at her feet.
�I am not your �� Snape struggled to regain his feet. Natalie forced him down again by the sheer strength of her will. Snape found himself suddenly willing to obey her every whim. He gazed up at her in expectation. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his thoughts, to fight the unnatural control she held over him. He felt some of her power ebbing away from him and he started to stand again.
�Severus, you are better off on your knees.� She whispered.
�To worship at your feet?� He snarled.
�No!� Natalie screeched in outrage.
She lunged at him with both hands raised to shove him back to the ground. He reared back and slapped her, splitting her lip. Natalie�s eyes darkened. Instead of pushing down to the ground, she snatched his left arm by the wrist, forcing him to hold it upright. Snarling, she bared her fangs, ripping through the wool and cotton of his sleeves to reveal his dark mark. He could no longer fight her. Magic swirled through them like an electric current. Her eyes flashed. She plunged her fangs deep into his forearm, but instead of injecting venom, began to suck with all her strength.
Snape�s body spasmed, then went rigid all over as a gut-wrenching scream escaped his lips. His scream was answered by eerie screeching coming from every direction. Misty gray figures zoomed into being at the Manor as witch and wizard alike were summoned from wherever they were. Soon, Snape was being held aloft only by his arm and its connection to Natalie.
Natalie closed her eyes in concentration, tasting the vile poison of the mark on her lover�s arm. She drank deeply, sending out her demanding summons. Only when she began to taste the sickly sweet coppery blood of her man did she withdraw her fangs and return to cognizance.
All around her, Aurors were binding the remaining Death Eaters. A stunned looking Kingsley Shacklebolt held his wand on Dolores Umbridge and Rufus Scrimgeour, both having appeared instantly with Natalie�s summons.
�Bloody hell.� Ron Weasley cursed. His mother slapped him upside the head.
�What is the meaning of this Shacklebolt?� Scrimgeour roared.
�Natalie?� Kingsley turned towards the woman with a bewildered look on his face.
�They are marked.� Natalie answered calmly, stepping over the prone form of her husband without so much as a backwards glance. She reached Umbridge first, grabbing her and lifting her pink tweed skirt to reveal an ugly writhing dark mark on her inner left thigh. Umbridge didn�t try to hide it or her pudgy face. She hem-hemmed haughtily with a glare at Scrimgeour as two Aurors flanker her and moved her into the group of Death Eaters.
�I am not � a � death � eater.� Scrimgeour roared. Lucius smirked knowingly. �She grabbed me and pulled me along with her.� He pointed his finger accusingly at his toady.
�Impossible.� Natalie screeched back. �The summons doesn�t work that way. Check his leg!� She glared daggers at the Minister of Magic who glared back; his eyes just a bit shifty under her steadfast stare.
�Minister?� Shacklebolt inquired.
�I will not strip for you people. I am the Minister of Magic. I demand to know what is going on around here!�
�Voldemort is dead. Mrs. Snape claims to have summoned anyone who was not already here who bears the dark mark.
�I tell you I am not marked. This woman is insane.� He rumbled loudly.
�I may well be insane, but you, sir, are marked.�
�Wait, Voldemort is dead?� The first part of Shacklebolt�s statement finally caught up with Scrimgeour�s stream of consciousness.
�Yes.� Kingsley rumbled.
�Dead?�
�Yes, the snaky old bastard is dead. Now show me your leg!� Natalie demanded as she advanced on him menacingly.
�I most certainly will not!� Scrimgeour shouted back. �Who killed Voldemort? Mr. Potter?�
�Not I,� said Harry.
�Mrs. Snape.� Kingsley answered for the rapidly enraging woman.
�Murderer aren�t you then?� Scrimgeour leered at her evilly. �Take them all into custody and back to the Ministry.� He ordered loudly. �All of them Shacklebolt!�
Natalie charged for Scrimegeour physically. Noah and Nolan leaped into action, each grabbing an arm to prevent her from tearing the Minister limb from limb.
�Let me go. He�s marked. I know it.� She bellowed. Shacklebolt looked from her to Scrimgeour, completely unsure who to believe.
�Kingsley, really, he�s the Minister.� McGonagall murmured softly.
�We�ll straighten this all out back at the Ministry.� Shacklebolt boomed, ending the debate. �Take the Death Eaters directly to holding cells except for Snape there � take him to medical first.� He motioned with his wand to the still prone form on the ground.
�Put the Malfoy family in my office.� Scrimgeour added to Shacklebolt�s edict.
�Natalie � just take us all home.� Noah whispered desperately.
�No. Time to pay the piper I suppose.� She murmured in defeat, head lowered. Nathan saw his sister slump and moved quickly to speak to Tonks. Tonks� bright pink head nodded vigorously, her lavender eyes watching Natalie with great concern. Nathan slipped from the crowd, disapparating unnoticed in the hubbub of the mass exodus to the Ministry.

OK, I'm going to try for pitiful begging, please review? Pretty, pretty please? I promise to take this whole sordid affair full circle if you do ... remember the smutty beginnings?
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