Okay I am sooo sorry about the wait, but Remus wouldn't tell me what he wanted to do and Hermione was too busy crying about Professor Willows lol. But everything is cool now. I've got some limes for you but don't worry there will be plenty of lemons in the next chapter. oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that.

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Remus stormed down the dark hallways, his footsteps echoing down the hall. He'd finally got Hermione to sleep after hours of sobbing. Okay maybe he did promise Hermione he wouldn't say anything but that was before she told him exactly what happened. She'd burst into the hut crying, what was he supposed to say? He'd never seen her so upset. He felt fresh anger squirm in his gut and he quickened his pace.

That little bitch. There had been no reason for Willows to humiliate Hermione in front of the entire class. She was the last person anyone would expect to act out in class. And this teacher just tore into her like she was Crabbe. His entire body was boiling with rage, so much that he didn't notice how protective of her he'd become. Not to mention how glad he was to have something else to think about. He was sure Severus was avoiding him and he still hadn't figured out how to propose to Hermione and this gave him something else to focus on. He just hated watching the tears roll down her face, it was like someone stabbed him and now they were twisting the knife.

Willows. He'd never actually spoken to her before. He knew whe'd been the runner up when he was chosen for the position but other than that all he knew was she was an auror. And that was all he needed to know because she was about to get an earful.

He reached her door and stopped, fixing his robes before knocking. He swept his boyish brown hair out of his face. When he was sure he looked sufficiently angry he knocked three times.

"Come in." said a soft voice.

He opened the door and his mouth fell open. Her chambers were nice and roomy, filled to the brim with books. Everything from the curtains to the furniture was black and burgundy, making him feel at home in a room he'd never seen before. A fire was lit in the hearth and sitting on a couch next to a very comfortable Professor Willows was Harry Potter.

He shook his head, recovering quickly. "I hope I'm not interrupting." he asked rather sternly, basically demanding a explanation for why Harry was in her room at midnight.

"No. McGonagall wants Professor Willows to train me," he drawled, before bursting into laughter. Was he drunk? Phoenix joined him, her voice slightly high pitched causing the hairs on his neck to stand up. He'd never realized it before but she was really beautiful. Of course they'd seen each other at breakfast, but it was different seeing her up close. She had creamy smooth brown skin and her silky black hair nearly touched her waist.

Wait a minute? Why was he thinking about this now? He shook himself mentally. "Well I hate to interrupt your training, but I need to have a word with Professor Willows. Perhaps it's time you went to bed," he said gravely, at this point it wasn't a question. Training my ass. No one had mentioned anything to him about this. Surely McGonagall could have mentioned something….But nevermind that. He'd speak to her in the morning.

Harry got to his feet, yawning. "Yeah, I'm rather tired. Tomorrow?" he drawled grabbing his robe that had been tossed casually on the floor. Willows nodded in agreement and Harry walked out the door, but not before receiving a look from Lupin that said 'we'll talk later'. The door closed and there was a moment of silence.

The light from the fire flickered between them, making shadows dance on the walls. Her sky blue eyes met his and his stomach squirmed; there was something almost intimidating about her that he just couldn't place. It was more than her beauty, more than the air of confidence surrounding her….just something else. He swallowed hard, before speaking. "Do you mind explaining why you attacked Hermione Granger in class today?"

She thought for a moment, a finger trailing to her lip. She stared into space , murmuring. "Hermione," she whispered, her moist lips parting only slightly, allowing the word to slide out. He watched as she tapped her finger lazily, his mind becoming slowly entranced by her lips. They were smooth and full, shining with lipstick or gloss or whatever witches were wearing these days. 'like chocolate' he thought. Damn! He cursed his traitorous thoughts. He was supposed to be angry right now. No he wasangry. He resumed frowning. Yep that's good.

"Oh Miss Granger. Little bookworm of a girl. Brown bushy hair," she nearly shouted, as she finally remembered. Remus felt a twinge in his gut and fought the urge to throttle her."

"Yes that's her," he said through clenched teeth. "She's an amazingly bright student. There was absolutely no reason for your behavior this morning. She only wanted to tell you they'd studied werewolves. I don't think I need to mention how much harder that will make things for me as well."

"She interrupted my class," she replied coldly. "And the last time I checked, McGonagall is still headmistress of this school so if anyone is going to instruct me on how to run my class, it'll be her." Her eyes pierced his and he actually recoiled as if he'd been bitten. Shock clouded his features as she stood up and walked towards him."

"Just back off of her. If she tells me you're bullying her again ...," he trailed off, losing his last ounce of anger. Suddenly all the confidence he'd walked in with was gone. In less than a second, she'd stolen his moment and now dominated the situation. He clenched his fist as she walked closer, nearly radiating with something…..power, control, maybe.

"And what , may I ask, is your interest with her?" His heart froze and a lump formed in his throat. How could he have been so stupid. He'd practically screamed 'Hey I'm having sex with a student, sack me!!'

"Nothing. I simply have a problem with teachers bullying students," he breathed, struggling to keep his composure, but he couldn't . Slowly his defenses melted away and he felt a wave pass over him as she moved closer. Her scent was overwhelming, almost like 3 was that melon? He couldn't remember. All he could thin about was how much he wanted to touch her, kiss her even. Something in the back of his mind screamed that this was wrong, he shouldn't be so infatuated by her, but it was drowned out by the sudden urge to impress her. He stood rooted to the spot as bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

She brought her face close to his, her lips parted slightly, throwing his body into a panic. Gods, she's going to kiss me. He leaned in slightly, his eyes nearly closed. But she stopped seconds from his mouth and lined up with his ear, inhaling slightly. He shivered uncontrollably. "Pathetic," she whispered.

"What"

"I can practically smell it on you, Remus." Fear gripped him, but he couldn't make himself speak. She was paramount yet alluring. She pecked his cheek, sending schoolboy excitement through his veins. As if he'd had a crush on her for years and he was just now noticing. "Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't."

She took his hand in hers and led him to the door. He followed dumbly, a grin plastered on his face. She opened it and he walked out, turning to face her. "Well," she said in a suddenly airy voice "I'm glad we had this talk. I trust we'll see eye to eye from now on. See you at breakfast." She closed the door, leaving a very confused Lupin to wonder what the hell had just happened.

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Phoenix chuckled to herself as she closed the door. Imagine the look on his face now. It was too easy. She poured herself a glass of firewhiskey before sitting down the plush sofa. She gulped it down, watching the flames lick the wood in the hearth. One minute he was angry, the next he was putty in her hands.

But of course it had always been easy. She hadn't realized it till her sixth year at the Salem Witches Institute in America. Of course she'd always been 'popular', even though she was a bit of a bookworm. She was half veela so she was used to boys following her to the library, obsessed with dating her. It was rare enough to find someone who was even a fourth veela, but she never really cared to much about it. She was much more concerned with her studies. She had to be if she wanted to be an auror. but this was different. In the third term of sixth year everything changed.

It happened soon after she mastered Legilimency, which was quite a feat even for teachers. It had taken her ages but she'd finally done it. She'd been sitting in the library reading up on Occlumency. (It never hurt to be prepared.) The library was quiet and empty and she conjured herself some hot chocolate before returning to her book. She hadn't even finished a full sentence before she suddenly 'felt' someone coming. Almost like a shadow in her mind. It was strange but she could feel something...

And then wave after wave of emotion hit her causing her to drop her book with a clatter. What was that? It hit her in the chest over travelling through her arm to the tips of her fingers and then back, pooling in her stomach. Just huge waves of desire. But that wasn't the queerest thing. The desire wasn't hers, it was for her.

At that moment Christopher walked around the nearest bookshelf and it got stronger. She stifled a yelp as he sat down. It was so strong now, it had to be coming from him. She picked up her book and tried to resume reading, while wondering why he was there. He was Amy Thomas' boyfriend and they hated each other. They used every moment to torture one another, Christopher would have to be crazy to caught dead with her. Okay just ignore him. He still hadn't said a word. She started to turn a age when she noticed him fidgeting nervously. It was really quite annoying.

"What?!" she dropped her book. He jumped at the loud noise it made against the wooden table. What was wrong with him? He was the most popular boy in school and it was highly usually for him to be so nervous. His blond hair was flawless as usual and his blue eyes were beautiful as ever, but his face was flush deep red and he was chewing on his lip like it was candy. It was really unattractive now that she thought about it.

"Okay, okay, okay." he murmured quietly to himself, avoiding her gaze.

"What the bloody hell are you stammering about?" she said. It was the strangest thing but she was drawing strength from his weakness. Every stammer made her stronger, more confident. Slowly he met her gaze. She raised an eyebrow impatiently.

"Phoenix, I think I love you." he blurted.

"What?!"

Everything after that was a blur of bad breakups (facilitated by her of course), crying girls and lovesick boys. Slowly she began to realize that with each spell she mastered and every scrap of knowledge she devoured her power strengthened. She could feel the desire all around her, their thoughts like smoke in the air. Men (and women if she chose) were drawn like her like flies to light, sometimes causing them to do ridiculous things for her attention.

She smiled to herself as she swallowed another shot. It was exactly what drew her to Voldemort. Being top Auror for the Ministry wasn't enough. She needed more and Voldemort was exactly the man who could give it to her. The man practically breathed magnetism.

"Phoenix."

Snape's head was poking though her fireplace. "Yes?" What the hell did he want now. Truthfully he annoyed her more than anything. He was the only wizard that didn't fawn over her. Sure he still desired her, but not more than that blasted werewolf.

"The dark lord wishes to see you."

She jumped up and quickly grabbed her robes and mask. "Move, Severus. I'm coming through." She threw more floo powder in the hearth and said "Severus Snape's quarters." before walking through the green flame. As she walked through she couldn't help but notice that his room was noticeably colder than hers. Not to mention less decorative. His curtains and furniture were black, everything seemed so far away, as if he'd never really used anything. For a second she felt as though they weren't alone but she quickly pushed this away as she started to get ready. It wasn't important. Besides who could Severus possibly be hiding...

"Did he what he wants?" she asked putting on her robes. No matter how many times she was called she always got nervous. It was stupid, really. It had been months since she'd been punished for anything. In fact, he'd referred to her as his favorite many times, but of course this was only when he compared her to the other imbeciles in his ranks.

"No." Severus replied, obviously uneasy about having her in his rooms again. He bit back a sneer; pissing off Voldemort's newest favorite wouldn't spell good news for him. It was hard enough trying to thwart her and giving her a clue to his true loyalties wouldn't help. "He did ask about your progress. I told him about your 'efforts' earlier and he seemed pleased."

She smiled to herself. Of course he was. She was more than capable to handle such an easy mission. After all it wasn't like Potter was the brightest boy in the school. He'd be dead already if it wasn't for that noisy mudblood. She straightened her mask before opening her arms. "Do you mind, Severus?" It was impossible to apparate out of Hogwarts, but Severus had 'special' privileges. Honestly, it's probably the only reason he keeps him around. Severus moved closer and she wrapped her arms around him snugly causing him to flinch. She stifled a girlish giggle. Men. He turned on the spot and they were gone.

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She heard Voldemort's cold hard laugh before the room had even appeared. It sent a chill through her spine, freezing her heart in way she found anything but uncomfortable. The Malfoy sitting room came into view and she let go of Severus, immediately bowing low. Severus followed suit, his long black hair cloaking his face.

"I've missed you, My lord. I've longed for your presence." she said quietly. She saw Severus flinch involuntarily and bit back a laugh. So weak. Not that she could really blame him. None of the Deatheater dared talk to the Dark Lord so casually. No unless they wanted to be cursed into oblivion. But she was different.

"Pheonix." he whispered in recognition, and she rose back to her full height. "Severus." He did the same. His red eyes locked with her momentarily and she looked away, focusing on a vase on the coffee table. It was their usual game of dominance and she purposely lost each time. It was probably what he loved about her most. He knew her power, he could feel it, but each time without fail she still submit to him, allowing him to control her every move.

She stole a glance at him. Her eyes trailed down his flawless yet deathly pale face. He looked nothing like his old self. Tom Riddle had been handsome, but something about the creature attracted her like nothing else. His slits were so smooth on his face that it was impossible to tell when he was breathing, such inhuman beauty was surely sinful, but she couldn't care less. His eyes shone in the firelight and were focused intently on Severus'. His cold black eyes were locked with Voldemort's and she knew they were speaking with each other.

Normally this would have made her nervous. She hated not knowing what was going on, not being in control. They could be saying anything, planning anything. In a normal situation she would have already used legimency on both of them. But as she stood there in the dark room she couldn't help but feel overly comfortable. If he was angry with her, he would already be torturing her. Besides she could feel his desire, and it was stronger now than it had been when they first met.

His eyes met hers once more and a small wave of relief washed over her as he grinned. "Severus tells me that Potter is quite taken with you."

"Yes, Master. What's more is Minerva has arranged for me to train him, which has gives me more reason than ever to be alone with him, the old fool" He chuckled sending another joint of cold up my spine.

"She doesn't suspect anything?" he laughed.

"No milord. She trusts me completely. I ran into a little trouble with the werewolf, but I took care of him with my many 'charms'."

"Yes...him. I would have thought he'd be sacked by now. Greyback has been rather busy with his job and he's still there. But no matter..." he trailed off before addressing Severus. "You see, Severus. I give her a task and she completes it. I'm beginning to think you've become to comfortable at your little school." he sneered.

"Milord-"

"Silence." he said lazily, pointing his wand at Severus. Without another word he fell to the floor writhing in pain. The Dark Lord's eyes pierced hers and she felt a slight tingle in her gut. She flinched at the new sensation and he grinned, his tongue flicking out to lick his lip. She balled her fingers into a fist as the strange tingle became a wave. It was smooth like silk, each wave pooling in her warm center, building up one after the another until she fell over the edge. She bit back a moan It must be him. He'd warped her own hidden thirst for him and turned it against her once cold body. She hadn't felt like this in ages. Severus screamed and another shot through her. She shifted uncomfortably as she felt something pooling in her knickers. He smiled devilishly. Sick bastard.

"Yes I am." he lifted the curse and Severus lay there a moment before shuffling to his feet. He brushed his sweat covered black hair out of his face and tried to breath normally, obviously oblivious to what had just happened. There was a faint clatter in the distance and Voldemort spoke, "Come join us Lucius."

Lucius Malfoy shuffled through the door, a look of pure horror on his face. Azkaban obviously hadn't been good to him. His face was gaunt and pale, his lips chapped and his piercing silver eyes were dull. Even more shocking was his hair, which hung in limp greasy straggly curls or maybe those were knots...Either way his hair was so dirty it looked brown almost as if he hadn't bathed at all since he escaped. Whenever that was, no one had told her a thing.

"Milord."

"Curious, Lucius?"

"F-forgive me." he hung his head low and Phoenix notice that he was wearing new robes. They were black silk, like most of the Malfoy clothes, but if he had time to dress shouldn't he have taken a bath as well?

"Me? Forgive you? Isn't it enough that I rescued you from the dear Ministry last month." he laughed shrilly, "Believe me Lucius, you will be dealt with later." He caught my eye. " You'll have to excuse his appearance. I've been a bit vindictive, lately." Lucius bit his lip nervously and suddenly she realized why he looked so damn dirty. Voldemort had put a curse on him that wouldn't allow him to change his appearance. Ingenious. His face was now a constant reminder of what happened to Deatheaters who failed the Dark Lord. "Quite fitting, I think. Severus go fetch Bellatrix."

"Yes, Milord." He left, is footsteps echoing as he ascended the stairs. There was an uncomfortable silence as they waited, interrupted only by Lucius' fidgeting. He stared longingly into the fire, the light making his face appear even dirtier.

"Lucius." Voldemort spat. Lucius flinched, meeting his gaze fearfully. His cold eyes were listless, his face wet with tears. Phoenix couldn't help but feel repulsed. "Oh wipe your face you idiot. You disgust me." Lucius hadn't move but he continued on. "Remove her mask Lucius."

This time, the blond did move, probably out of curiosity. Why else had he been spying in the kitchen? He lifted her mask gently and her long hair tumbled out falling down her shoulders. Merlin it was hot in there. He froze in shock as he realized who she was. She was the auror who'd caught him after he escaped arrest in the Department of Mysteries. Back when she actually cared about nonsense like that. Furry washed over his dirty face and his lip curled in disgust. She stared back at his haughtily.

"She is your replacement. I do not except failours in my inner circle." he sneered. He stood and Lucius hurried out of the way as he walked towards her. He placed a ghostly white hand on her shoulder and stood behind her breathing in her hair.

Her stomach tingled in anticipation but Lucius looked ready to vomit. "You trust an auror?"

Her hand fell to her wand, ready to curse him but Voldemort brushed it away. "Oh I do more than trust her." His hands slid down her shoulders and found the buttons of her robe. He undid each one his cheek against hers. Her heart was in a frenzy as his skin brushed hers, warmer than she ever expected. He slid them off revealing the jean and tight 'Weird Sister' t-shirt she was still wearing. Lucius looked even more repulse, his face red, and she smirked triumphantly at him. Imbecile. Voldemort stroke her cheek gently with his finger and said, "She is my most revered and my most trusted."

There was a tiny gasp and everyone turned to the doorway. Severus was standing there with a very shocked Bellatrix Lestrange. Voldemort grinned, bearing his teeth against her cheek. "Bellatrix, how nice of you to join us. I was just explaining to Lucius how useless the two of you are. You both seem so intent on joining Narcissa's stupidity, yet you claim to be my best. How truly disturbing."

"My lord, I assure you. She is no sister of mine." she bowed low, but her voice was still haughty as ever.

"Your assurances mean nothing, you idiot. I don't care for you excuses." he spat, stroking Phoenix's hair. Bellatrix eyes narrowed, meeting hers and Phoenix smirked. Slowly he brought his lips closer and kissed her neck gently causing Bellatrix to burst into uncontrollable tears. Bella's weakness and his power together was too much for Phoenix and she felt herself melt under his will. She stifled a gasp as she felt his tongue on her skin. It was pure bliss; she'd never felt anything with a regular wizard but he was different. She could feel magical power pulsing through him as he nuzzled into her neck, his slits causing her to shiver.

Bella's wimpers came again and she remembered that they weren't alone. Lucius was staring horrorstruck, but Severus was calm as ever. He stood leaned against the wall his face cloaked by his hair.

"Severus, Lucius leave." he spoke again suddenly. He glanced over at Bellatrix who was drowning in snot and tears. "You come closer. I want you to see this."

"Yes, milord." she mumbled and shuffled towards them as Lucius disappeared up the stairs. Severus had nearly apparated before Voldemort added, "I'll call you when I need you."

"Yes, Milord." He turned on the spot and was gone.

He whirled Phoenix around and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue welcomed by her open mouth. It trailed over her own and she moaned into his mouth. All the while Bella's crying became louder but he didn't seem to notice. He ran a thumb over her wet lips, "So anxious for me. So wanton." He snapped his fingers and her t-shirt and bra disappeard, causing her nipples to harden in the air. He squeezed one between his fingers, "Isn't she beautiful , Bella? So perfect." he said before lowering his mouth to her breast. She felt her whole body tingle as his hot breath touched her skin. He licked her with his tongue and a moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered closed.

"Get away from him, you fucking slut!" Bellatrix chest heaved rapidly, her wand pointed directly at Phoenix. "He's mine. And I'll be damned if he's fucking a piece of ministry trash."

Her hand was on her wand and this time Voldemort didn't stop her. She fingered it patiently waiting for her moment. He chuckled deeply. "What makes you think I was ever yours, you pathetic excuse for a pureblood?" He took Willow's chin in his hand, a finger caressed her lip. "Do you really think you can take her? Surely you aren't that stupid?"

"She's nothing. I'm your most faithful. I spent years in Azkaban for your glory. She's nothing but fucking veela." her crazed gaze met Phoenix's. "Do you think wooing men is enough? Do you think being a whore makes you worthy of his inner circle?"

Phoenix had her wand out before Bellatrix had time to blink. "Try me. Just try me." How dare she? Her body was radiating with anger, causing Bella to back away as it hit her.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. You truly underestimate me. Truly you don't think she's in my inner circle because of her blood." he paused, closing his eyes as more of her anger poured out filling the room. "Oh yes. Do you feel that?" Voldemort breathed, "Do you feel her?"

He chuckled. Phoenix ignored him, her wand was still pointed at Bellatrix who shifted uncomfortably at the wave surrounding her. The air was thick with her stregthening rage. Voldemort moved behind her, his hands caressing her breast softly. Bellatrix's gaze faltered, falling to his hands and Phoenix took full advantage. It was the moment she'd been waiting for.

"Expelliarmus!" The wand flew from her hands and Voldemort caught it, smiling. Bellatrix shook in terror as he brought his mouth to Phoenix's ear and whispered the instructions she'd longed to hear since the day she met Bellatrix Lestrange.

"My master grows tired of you." she spoke the words he whispered. Bellatrix burst into a fresh batch of tears. She fell to her knees murmuring, "No, milord, please." Her black hair touched the floor as she sobbed harder; her fate rang in her ears. "Look at him!" Phoenix screamed, shrilly. Bella rose her head, an obedient dog till the very end. "Lord Voldemort is disgusted by your weakness. You no longer deserve to be in his presence." Bellatrix stared at the wand in her face, a single tear fell from her eye, and she mouthed 'please' one last time. Voldemort chuckled, "And Bella, say 'hello' to that blasted cousin of yours for me."

"Avada Kedavra," Phoenix said calmly. And the last thing Bella saw was her piercing blue eye before the room filled with green light and she faded away into darkness.

okay.. i hope you guys liked it. Also I'd love some more ideas for this story. it would be really fun to incorporate some of your ideas in the following chapters. Have a great week everyone