Beginning of the End
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter One: California Dreamin'
***Disclaimer*** We do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the recognizable characters that belong there. If you want to sue us go ahead. We have no money but the publicity should be good for a few laughs.
A/N: This is a re-post of the early version of the story. The only real change in this chapter is correction to typos and the addition of thought bars (// ..//). When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking. We would also like to thank Christina Hilt for her review. It was our first! And you are one of my favorite fanfiction writers. I love Winds of Change. You can't tell by this story, but I am a HG/SS shipper and proud of it. (Never mind the fact I can pair him up with Ginny, Harry, Remus, and occasionally Dumbledore without a second thought, I am really very much in the opinion that HG belongs solely with SS and they match each other perfectly. Pardon the abbreviations) So all of you out there reading this please go read Ms. Hilt's stories. They are wonderful. Saavik
******************************* Christmas Time
The smoke hung heavy in the air. Her sultry voice slid each note through the dim room. From his table he could see a slim form draped over a chair, her long red hair trailing to the floor. She was exactly what he needed, the perfect piece to finish his disguise. Everyone knew a Deatheater would never marry a muggle. Now all he needed to do was get her to agree. It shouldn't be that hard; after all she was only a muggle.
The last note stilled, and she took a small bow then left the stage. He was at her side in an instant. "Excuse me miss. Are you Catilyna Johnson? Your cousin sent me here to check on you. I work with her husband at the Armstrong Institute. My name is Stephan Jackson."
Her eyes roamed over the tall form. //So he works at the school? Must teach gym or whatever the wizard version of it is.// His body was wide and taut with muscles. He showed everything off to it's best in his muggle clothes. He was very good at blending in with the crowd of young college kids in the bar.
"So you're my new baby-sitter? Well you are certainly better looking than old Suzy was. Let me see, yep, ya even have all your teeth." Cat smiled and turned her back gesturing him to follow.
They walked around to the back of the stage and into a dark hallway. Catilyna opened a door to a small dressing room and they stepped inside. Stephan cringed at the complete lack of space. How these pitiful muggles survived he would never understand. His smile however never slipped from his face.
"Your performance was amazing. You have such a.. Uhm a.. Hypnotic voice." Hypnotic was the only way to describe it. After all once she began to sing, he had wanted, no needed, her naked beside him. Now, if he could only use her to achieve his final goal. He was so close, but people where getting suspicious. Then that little twit Jamie, yet another muggle he had to pretend to like, handed him salvation. When he spread the word he was headed out west to study the muggle culture of San Francisco she begged him to check in on her dear cousin who was a student out there. The poor girl had no living family other than Jamie, and she was at the school. At first he thought to ignore the plea. Then he saw the photo. It was a muggle photo, of course, so she didn't move. But he could see that hint of vulnerability behind her beauty. That could be used to his advantage. No family, few friends, and she already understood the magical world. Perfect!
"Well are you a sitter? Or did Jamie send you along as a potential date. She is always trying to convince me to go out more. Just because she is married and very pregnant, from what I've heard, she assumes I should be next." Cat was behind a partition, clothes were flying out and her bare arm came out to grab a pair of jeans. //Muggle clothing does have some advantages, more flattering to curves.// "Well I am still looking you can assure her of that. I've even kissed three frogs this week. But I have yet to find my Prince Charming."
"Perhaps you're kissing the wrong animals?" He cocked his jean-clad hip and leaned it against a tattered looking couch. She peeked around the screen and licked her lips at the sight he made. Tight, black jeans and a sheer black shirt that showed off his amazing chest. It even looked like he had a nipple ring, and if she wasn't mistaken a line of tattoos ran down his left arm.
"Well I guess I could move on to ducks, or possibly dogs but I've heard there are laws against that in some states so I better not take a chance." She moved out from behind the screen now dressed like a typical college student, a pair of hip huggers and a small, tight, blue tank top. "Or is this part of your job? Are you supposed to sweep me off my feet and convince me to run away to your castle?" Cat paused running everything her cousin-in-law Joseph had taught her through her mind. "Wait, do you have a castle? Because I seem to remember hearing that some of you do."
"Well.yes and no. My family has one in England, but my older brother owns it; so technically, no." //Now why did I tell her that? I'm supposed to be American.//
"Wow! So you come from wealth. Good then I won't feel like a cad telling you to buy me a drink. This is my only night off, so if you've been sent to entertain, then you had best begin doing it." She grinned and put her hands on his shoulders turning him around and pushing him back out the door. "After all what kind of sitter would you be if you didn't keep me happy?"
"Actually I am not a sitter. Nor was I sent to convince you of the virtue of matrimony. I was here on a study and was asked to see if you were surviving in this big bad muggle world. However, since this is your only night off why don't I treat you to a meal?"
// That's right, wine her and dine her. Then slip a simple potion in her drink. By the end of Christmas vacation she will be head over heels for me. Then it's quite simple to marry her and bring her back to the school. No one would think it odd that the Muggle Studies teacher would fall in love with her. She will be the final cover. Then by the end of the year His plan will be fulfilled, and she will be dead along with all those worthless mudbloods and muggle lovers at Armstrong's. If only Lucius could see his baby brother now, he would be so proud. Soon I will be with my Master and friends again. Then I can shed this blasted American accent and name I've had to adopt. Soon, soon it will all be over and I can take my rightful place.//
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The wedding was simple. Jamie cried on Joseph's shoulder and even the Dean, Miz Halloway shed a tear. As the bell tolled midnight and the New Year rang in, Stephan had yet another piece to the plan.
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A/N: Please review. We take criticism and ideas seriously. That doesn't mean we will fix it or use it. This is art. Deal with our vision. And beta, beta, who's willing to beta? We have none, which will become apparent as you read on. Willing? Contact one or both of us. Thanks. Live long and prosper.
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter One: California Dreamin'
***Disclaimer*** We do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the recognizable characters that belong there. If you want to sue us go ahead. We have no money but the publicity should be good for a few laughs.
A/N: This is a re-post of the early version of the story. The only real change in this chapter is correction to typos and the addition of thought bars (// ..//). When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking. We would also like to thank Christina Hilt for her review. It was our first! And you are one of my favorite fanfiction writers. I love Winds of Change. You can't tell by this story, but I am a HG/SS shipper and proud of it. (Never mind the fact I can pair him up with Ginny, Harry, Remus, and occasionally Dumbledore without a second thought, I am really very much in the opinion that HG belongs solely with SS and they match each other perfectly. Pardon the abbreviations) So all of you out there reading this please go read Ms. Hilt's stories. They are wonderful. Saavik
******************************* Christmas Time
The smoke hung heavy in the air. Her sultry voice slid each note through the dim room. From his table he could see a slim form draped over a chair, her long red hair trailing to the floor. She was exactly what he needed, the perfect piece to finish his disguise. Everyone knew a Deatheater would never marry a muggle. Now all he needed to do was get her to agree. It shouldn't be that hard; after all she was only a muggle.
The last note stilled, and she took a small bow then left the stage. He was at her side in an instant. "Excuse me miss. Are you Catilyna Johnson? Your cousin sent me here to check on you. I work with her husband at the Armstrong Institute. My name is Stephan Jackson."
Her eyes roamed over the tall form. //So he works at the school? Must teach gym or whatever the wizard version of it is.// His body was wide and taut with muscles. He showed everything off to it's best in his muggle clothes. He was very good at blending in with the crowd of young college kids in the bar.
"So you're my new baby-sitter? Well you are certainly better looking than old Suzy was. Let me see, yep, ya even have all your teeth." Cat smiled and turned her back gesturing him to follow.
They walked around to the back of the stage and into a dark hallway. Catilyna opened a door to a small dressing room and they stepped inside. Stephan cringed at the complete lack of space. How these pitiful muggles survived he would never understand. His smile however never slipped from his face.
"Your performance was amazing. You have such a.. Uhm a.. Hypnotic voice." Hypnotic was the only way to describe it. After all once she began to sing, he had wanted, no needed, her naked beside him. Now, if he could only use her to achieve his final goal. He was so close, but people where getting suspicious. Then that little twit Jamie, yet another muggle he had to pretend to like, handed him salvation. When he spread the word he was headed out west to study the muggle culture of San Francisco she begged him to check in on her dear cousin who was a student out there. The poor girl had no living family other than Jamie, and she was at the school. At first he thought to ignore the plea. Then he saw the photo. It was a muggle photo, of course, so she didn't move. But he could see that hint of vulnerability behind her beauty. That could be used to his advantage. No family, few friends, and she already understood the magical world. Perfect!
"Well are you a sitter? Or did Jamie send you along as a potential date. She is always trying to convince me to go out more. Just because she is married and very pregnant, from what I've heard, she assumes I should be next." Cat was behind a partition, clothes were flying out and her bare arm came out to grab a pair of jeans. //Muggle clothing does have some advantages, more flattering to curves.// "Well I am still looking you can assure her of that. I've even kissed three frogs this week. But I have yet to find my Prince Charming."
"Perhaps you're kissing the wrong animals?" He cocked his jean-clad hip and leaned it against a tattered looking couch. She peeked around the screen and licked her lips at the sight he made. Tight, black jeans and a sheer black shirt that showed off his amazing chest. It even looked like he had a nipple ring, and if she wasn't mistaken a line of tattoos ran down his left arm.
"Well I guess I could move on to ducks, or possibly dogs but I've heard there are laws against that in some states so I better not take a chance." She moved out from behind the screen now dressed like a typical college student, a pair of hip huggers and a small, tight, blue tank top. "Or is this part of your job? Are you supposed to sweep me off my feet and convince me to run away to your castle?" Cat paused running everything her cousin-in-law Joseph had taught her through her mind. "Wait, do you have a castle? Because I seem to remember hearing that some of you do."
"Well.yes and no. My family has one in England, but my older brother owns it; so technically, no." //Now why did I tell her that? I'm supposed to be American.//
"Wow! So you come from wealth. Good then I won't feel like a cad telling you to buy me a drink. This is my only night off, so if you've been sent to entertain, then you had best begin doing it." She grinned and put her hands on his shoulders turning him around and pushing him back out the door. "After all what kind of sitter would you be if you didn't keep me happy?"
"Actually I am not a sitter. Nor was I sent to convince you of the virtue of matrimony. I was here on a study and was asked to see if you were surviving in this big bad muggle world. However, since this is your only night off why don't I treat you to a meal?"
// That's right, wine her and dine her. Then slip a simple potion in her drink. By the end of Christmas vacation she will be head over heels for me. Then it's quite simple to marry her and bring her back to the school. No one would think it odd that the Muggle Studies teacher would fall in love with her. She will be the final cover. Then by the end of the year His plan will be fulfilled, and she will be dead along with all those worthless mudbloods and muggle lovers at Armstrong's. If only Lucius could see his baby brother now, he would be so proud. Soon I will be with my Master and friends again. Then I can shed this blasted American accent and name I've had to adopt. Soon, soon it will all be over and I can take my rightful place.//
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The wedding was simple. Jamie cried on Joseph's shoulder and even the Dean, Miz Halloway shed a tear. As the bell tolled midnight and the New Year rang in, Stephan had yet another piece to the plan.
********
A/N: Please review. We take criticism and ideas seriously. That doesn't mean we will fix it or use it. This is art. Deal with our vision. And beta, beta, who's willing to beta? We have none, which will become apparent as you read on. Willing? Contact one or both of us. Thanks. Live long and prosper.