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Un Désire Dangereux COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dear reader, once again I ask you to suspend what you know about the
series from the battle at the Ministry on. I gave Sirius a reprieve--not that I
liked him overmuch, but there you are. I also have a tendency to want to put
most of the work in the hands of the adults, and no offense to anyone but I
found everything from the horcruxes beyond kind of a cop-out. Granted, one
should not preface her work, but should you get confused, you've been warned.
It's just about all up in the air at this point. Rowling killed my favorite
character, ergo I fart in her general direction.

Oh, and if anyone wants to help with the French, mercy buckets.
Un désire dangereux

I. Un crime de la passion

"Cupo!" shouted the deranged witch. Vivienne was caught in
the back, hurled to the ground by the force of the blow. Kingsley, turning back
and wrenching her up by the arm, spun quickly on the spot apparating them both
away as their assailants bore down on them, firing hexes and curses as they
came. Feeling as though she had been sucked through a vacuum only to be spat out
again in some dodgy London suburb, Vivienne wrinkled her nose as she looked
around. All of the walk-ups she saw looked distinctly rundown. Even the cars
were junk heaps.

"What are we doing here?" she said, casting a sidelong glance at
Shacklebolt as he stopped midway down the street between numbers 11 and 13.
"We should be heading back to the Ministry, should we not? Or better yet,
St. Mungo's? I'm sure that hex Lestrange blasted at me hit me solid in the back,
and I do not wish to find out here what it does."

"The problem with us going back there, Dulac, is that I have never heard
that curse before in all my years as Auror. I doubt they will know what to do
with you at St. Mungo's, and the Ministry itself may well be compromised.
Someone had to have told them we would be there. They apparated straight in and
started firing. Now read this quietly and memorize it."

He handed her a torn piece of parchment, which she read silently to herself
while he looked around to make sure no one was about. Just as she finished, it
promptly erupted into flames in her hand causing her to drop it. In a trice, it
was nothing but ash.

"So we do what now?" she said as the buildings before her suddenly
popped apart, revealing yet another dingy townhouse.

"We go in," he said, leading the way up the front stoop.

Upon entering what was clearly a dark wizard's old musty domicile, Vivienne's
first thought was that it looked every bit as bad as it had from the outside.
Her second was that Shacklebolt must have been confunded. Yet even as she
wondered at this supposed refuge, she gasped at the magenta-haired witch who
exited a room down the hall and nearly knocked over the hat rack in her haste to
greet them.

"Wotcher!" she said, trying to right the stand again.

"La! Tonks!" Vivienne cried, rushing to clasp hands with her
friend. "You would not believe what happened on assignment! I've been hit
with something." She turned, meeting Kingsley's eyes as he nodded over her
head to Tonks, affirming the news.

"I've never heard it before and wanted to check with Albus and possibly
Snape. "

"They're neither one of them here yet, but they're expected any minute.
The meeting's at seven, and Molly is cooking again. Are you alright there,
Viv?"

"Yes, so far. It's really strange. I felt the blow so strongly it
knocked the breath out of me. I hit the ground de force; it was
hard."

"Let's get you a cuppa then and sit you down while we wait. What was the
spell?"

"She said 'cupo', but as Vivienne says, there doesn't seem to be
anything outwardly wrong." The two spared her a worried glance as they made
their way down the hall to a kitchen, where a red-haired witch was bustling
around the stove, banging pots and muttering under her breath, "apparating
down for meals as though they lost the use of their legs..."

"Hullo, Molly, we've got two more just come 'round," said Tonks,
who stepped up to the stove. "You want any help there?"

"Oh no!" said, Molly clutching a bowl of potatoes to her bosom as
if afraid Tonks would try to take it. "No, thank you, Dora. Better if you
just sit."

Turning to Vivienne, "hello there, dear, won't you come in and have a
seat?"

"Thank you, Molly, was it? I mean no intrusion--"

"Pish tosh! We'll have none of that. You're very welcome here," she
said smiling and ushering them to a table. "Hello Kingsley, you're
early."

"Molly," he said, clasping hands with her. "We had a bit of a
run-in with some Death Eaters on our assignment. I'd like to run through it once
when everyone gets here, but we've just arrived from the location we were
observing straight away."

"Of course, of course." And with that, she ushered them both to a
seat and put on the kettle.

***

It was not many minutes thereafter that the fire in the grate turned a poison
green as two wizards stepped through. One, decidedly older, had a serene smile
playing above a long flowing beard the same silver as his buckled shoes. The
second, looking quite more put upon, had a pallid complexion contrasted against
the darkest obsidian eyes she had ever seen and lank, oily black hair. "Oh,
il est extrêmement peu attrayant," she thought. "Est-ce qu'l
fait la douche?" And yet strangely, upon sight of him her stomach
fluttered, and she was sure had she not already been sitting, she her knees
would have given way. "Qu'est-ce qui ce passe?" Before she
could wonder overmuch as her reaction to the strange man, the old wizard raised
his arms to hug Molly.

"Molly, I thank you for the hard work it takes to feed such an army.
Once again it looks as though you have outdone yourself." He gestured to
the pots simmering and bubbling on the stove.

"Oh go on, Albus," she blushed, shooing him away.

"Molly," said the other wizard, acknowledging her with a single
nod. "Un poisson à sang froid," she reasoned watching the
display, "and we French are supposed to be snobs."

"Hello, Severus. Both of you come in, sit. Arthur says he will be late
and supper with still be a while yet, so what news you have go on with it. We'll
catch him up. There's time."

At that point, Kingsley seized his opportunity to introduce Vivienne and
relate what had happened to them near Downing Street. Mr. Dumbledore, Albus as
he said he preferred to be called, nodded as though he was aware that they were
posted to tail the Muggle prime minister. He looked graver yet when he heard
that though the prime minister did not appear to be home, the two Aurors were
ambushed by no less than six Mangemorts, Death Eaters, as they called
them. It was not until Kingsley mentioned the Bella witch's curse that the dark
wizard Severus spoke up, his eyes flashing with what she thought might be
recognition.

"What did you say was the spell?" he questioned in measured tones
that shot a reaction straight to her loins. As she felt the rush from it, so too
did a searing pain shoot up her left arm as he spoke. Gasping, she stood
straight up clutching at her forearm and yanking up her sleeve. Uttering a
shocked cry, she asked in a strangled voice, "qu'est-ce que c'est?"
before realizing she had spoken in French. "What is it?" she repeated
frantically.

As Kingsley and Albus craned their necks to see the image that had imprinted
itself onto her flesh, Severus skirted the table, quickly snatching her wrist
and holding it up close. "Good God," was his only remark. There,
indelibly etched from her wrist to the crook of her elbow was a replica of the
Dark Mark. Lining the side of it, also in black, was the phrase, "property
of."

"What does it mean?" she asked him, her voice shaking with shock
and revulsion.

"It means, to put it succinctly, that you have been branded as a
slave."
*il est extrêmement peu attrayant = he is extremely unattractive

Est-ce qu'l fait la douche = Does he shower?

Qu'est-ce qui ce passe? = What's happening?

Un poisson à sang froid = a cold-blooded fish
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