Chapter 3: Displacement
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Warning: Mature Content Ahead...
Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
The stench of heated piss and dirt filled the flaring nostrils of the raven haired wizard known as Regulus Snape as he made his way through the broken cobblestone paved alley known as Knockturn Alley to those familiar with it in the English portion of the Wizarding World. The darkness and the secrecy that made this place so popular for unsavory acts and illicit sexual deviance attracted him the moment he heard a few wizarding fellows whispering about it. It was a good deal less like the places he'd already been to back in America when in search of meaningless sexual favors to occupy his time and rid him of his morbid thoughts when he felt them growing to powerful. If he could admit to getting anything from his father in terms of personality, it was definitely his taste in heavy dose of firewhiskey and a warm woman to curl up with.
Neither he nor his late father actually cared wither the warm woman was in a romantic need for them or just some whore plying her trade for the right price of coin. Both men found themselves more interested in ridding themselves of their oppressive inner thoughts.
It was nothing different for Regulus as he crossed the familiar paths until he came to a rather large house, built some where in the Victorian era of England with a few wizarding world upgrades to stave off silly things like death from unknown poisons and the like. He smirked recalling a few facts from his former classes about such places.
The tall raven haired wizard had taken quite a beating back at Diagon Alley due to "Geek boy's" little fan club members. All he wanted was a beautiful witch with an available bed and minimal inclination to voice her opinion to how he wanted to take her to bed.
Truth be told he had been exhausted from the planning for his mother's funeral and the added pain from the recent attack only reinforced his desire to curl up with a bottle of something strong and mind bending. He had done as much as he could to get drunk at the local pubs but the constant fighting only seemed to nullify his intoxication and push him more along the lines of sobering.
He had heard tale of good looking girls in England, the stories from his friends back in North America about them were numerous, of course he often suspected that these friends had never stepped foot in England.
As for Regulus, he was conceived here in England but born on North American soil. It had been his father's way of protecting him. The story of Severus Snape being a dastardly death eater was far reaching and so were his enemies given how Voldemort had managed to kill Igor Karkaroff, former friend to his father and at one time an uncle to a very young Regulus.
It was strange to think about how his life had changed once The Potters were killed.
His father seemed to grow distant, not wishing to even hold him, siting that he didn't deserve it after his hands had been soiled with the blood of the innocent. The child Regulus would hear his mother plea for his father to stay with them and raise him as he meant to before all the chaos had taken over their lives once again.
Shaking his painful memories, Regulus entered the brothel aimed to get rid of the past at least for one night. He had not known if his father had frequented this place or not, but he made up his mind to enjoy the remainder of the night despite his mind's wondering.
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The Brothel, Knockturn Alley Wizarding World...
Once Regulus made his way inside the Victorian era house and stood among the mists of smoke and perfume as well as the stench of drink, he found himself noting the dark burgundy carpeting, it seemed almost like blood as if the owner of the establishment was trying to convey some type of message to those whom had come to this place. There was possibly a fair amount of blood spilled here, both in the name of war and the shedding of a working girl's innocence.
As the raven haired wizard did his fair share of looking around, he noted rather quickly that it was a typical place, a lot of drunken horn-dog men came here with their intent of being after two things, drink and women. The raven haired wizard smirked noting that this was exactly the kind of place he was looking for. He stuck his large pale hands into his pockets and made his way up toward the deep cherry wood counter in a bid to greet the proprietor.
There was an older looking woman with hard blue eyes and a face like leather in terms of wrinkles.
She had a touch of gray in her wild hair and wore a shameful come hither outfit meant to bring attention to her own shapely body to the new arrivals. She looked to be the kind of woman that had seen more than her fair share of trouble in this world and any other. At the very least, Regulus had a bit of admiration for her. Not many women sustained a place like this all on their own where he came from.
"Can I help you, Honey?" she asked in a gruff tone.
"Sure can Sugar." replied Regulus turning on his seemingly unrestrained charm.
"A charming, Yank." she said with a smirk. "Now I've seen everything."
"I doubt you've seen what I got Sugar." countered Regulus proving he could keep up in terms of trading barbs.
"And quick witted too." said the old girl with a hint of a smile. "You and me might get on famously."
"I'll hold you to that." replied Regulus with a hint of a wicked smirk.
The old woman smiled again delighted by his rugged charms.
"You I like." replied the old bird with a full on grin. "If I was some odd years younger I'd take you around back and show you what for, anyway what can I get you a cold drink or a hot woman take your pick."
"I was actually thinking along the lines of both." replied Regulus still with that wicked smile. "And if you're up for it, I just might follow you round back and show you how an American rides."
The old woman chuckled at this.
"Big talk for a first timer." she said with a smile. "But I'll hear from Lucy soon enough."
"Lucy?" asked Regulus with his eyebrow arched in the style of his father as he scooped up the beer the old woman passed him.
He put the bottle to his lips and drank some down as the infamous "Lucy" made her way over toward him.
She hadn't been a bad looking woman, apparently closer to middle age than being a girl, in fact she was better than Regulus expected with full breasts pressed firmly against her all too revealing white lace top and thick swaying hips. She of course had been blonde with baby blue eyes and a tad too much make up, but the raven haired wizard didn't mind, he knew she'd be needing a touch up come morning.
"Hello Lucy, my friends call me Reg...I'd like for us to become friends if that's alright with you." he said in a charming manner. "And to commemorate the occasion, I'd like to show you a gift I got from my dead father."
The girl known as Lucy looked at the old woman as if to ask:
"Is this Yank for real?"
The leather faced woman chuckled in amusement as they made their way up the winding wooden staircase and toward the room they'd be using for the evening.
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Lucy's Room, The Brothel, Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
The smoldering amber eyes of the rather infamous Hermione Jean Granger, now Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley had threatened to burn an unceremonious hole in the hard wooden door to the highly frequented room of the strumpet prostitute known collectively as "Lucy". The angry witch had, had enough of her husband, Ronald Bilius Weasley's antics. She knew very well, that he had been carrying on with whores whenever he believed her to be out of town on business for the Ministry Of Magic. She had heard it from far too many "busybodies" that Ron had taken to bedding a witch by the name of Lucy at Marla's Brothel and Drink House in Knockturn Alley.
The fuming amber eyed witch stormed the familiar address and marched up the stairs toward the room always reserved for the witch known as Lucy. The fury in her eyes as she whipped out her wand and crashed through the heavily locked had not believed the protests of Old Marla when she insisted that Ron wasn't with Lucy and that the wanton whore was servicing another client. Hermione had been even more uninterested when she tried to impress upon her that the new client was an American that had strolled in from out of no where.
Needless to say, Hermione came through the door casting hexes left and right as she crashed in on a pale bloke with lengthy raven hair and an impressively ripped body as far as muscle definition was concerned. His back had showed signs of minor bruising, but that didn't seem to slow down his apparently vicious thrusts into a screaming witch whom had her weighty legs wrapped around his lean waist.
Their bodies had been vastly entangled amid the crisp white bed sheets and casually thrown pillows as the strange American wizard continued to thrust rather ferociously into the willing witch as she babbled in reaction to the pleasure he was inducing via his antics.
"M-More." pleaded the babbling witch as he flexed his lengthy pale body in a bid to thrust into her harder.
The muscles ripped in his back as his shoulder blades flexed and his well toned backside seemed to complete the overall picture of a healthy wizard with more than a few years experience under his belt so to speak.
For a moment Hermione had forgotten all about her rage and the hexes currently flying at the preoccupied man and his female paid for female companion. The headboard had been sturdy for the most part and made of heavy dark wood but it was no match for the force of this strange wizard's thrusts as he caused it to unceremoniously beat against the wall in time with his rapid thrusts until the hexes hit their mark digging into the wizard's back and causing him to spasm in agony due to his already noted bruise.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he shouted caught off guard by the pain as he gave one last thrust before collapsing onto the witch below him.
The force of the final bit of thrusting caused the body of the witch he'd been towering above to spasm and it had driven her over the edge as she screamed out in pleasure in the wake of his untimely release.
The ailing wizard noted the blood as more pain coursed through him.
He groaned and rolled off the witch he was bedding onto the floor.
Seeing an enraged Hermione Granger-Weasley, Lucy gathered her clothing and took her leave as quickly as possible not wishing to tangle with such a formidable witch given her history with her husband Ron.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Ron had been scheduled for time with Lucy latter that day and had she waited a bit longer she'd have caught him red handed dipping his wand into the highly sought after whore.
The ailing naked wizard curled into a ball as the pain continued to intensify as it ripped through his body.
"FUCK!" he shouted gritting his teeth and balling his fists in agony.
He hadn't felt anything this painful since his days of dueling his father back in America, whenever the wizard bothered to show up and spend time with him.
Hearing the innocent wizard she hexed in agony, Hermione immediately rushed over to offer relief from her mistaken identity hex.
"I'm so sorry." she said fumbling with her wand momentarily forgetting that he had been naked in the wake of his pain. "I thought you were someone else."
"Ahhhhh!" shouted the raven haired wizard shouted in agony. "What the fuck!?"
Hermione cast the counter hex and the naked raven haired wizard scrambled to his feet, feeling his heavy muscles ache as he moved. He made it as far as the bed before he collapsed onto it bringing a rather concerned Hermione down with him as she tried her best to assist him.
"Oh Merlin!" shouted Hermione noting that he had still been naked and his rather large body was pinning her to the mattress. "S-Sir...sir can you move?"
His impressive appendage seemed to respond to the warmth between them as the spasms of pain continued to riddle his exhausted body.
The disoriented wizard groaned as Hermione finally managed to roll him off her and onto his back on the bed below them.
"I'm so sorry." she said looking him over briefly and noting the blood pooling around him.
"F-Fuck." he said finding himself groggy despite his best efforts to get a hold of himself. "W-Where did...?"
He began stopped once more by pain.
"Shhhh." said Hermione taking out her wand in a bid to mend him. "I know a few healing charms, they should help with the pain."
The pain began to recede as the amber eyed witch set to work healing him.
"W-what's your name?" he asked winded as if he had run more than a few miles in the countryside.
"M-My name's Hermione." she said rather nervously. "I-I'm quite sorry for hexing you...I thought you were my no good prat husband."
The raven haired wizard smirked.
"You English talk funny you know that?" he asked taking in the sight of her for the first time.
"And you Americans are..." she began realizing once more now that his healing had been complete that he had been naked. "Naked..."
She immediately got to her feet causing him to roll off the bed and hit his head on the nearby wall.
"OW!" he shouted lying on his back in reaction to the pain. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"Sorry." said Hermione putting a hand over her mouth in shock. "I'm sorry...it's just that you were well...naked...are naked...oh Merlin...I have to go."
The injured wizard attempted to get to his feet using the bed to support his unsteady weight as he moved grabbing his discarded trousers from the bedroom floor as he did.
Hermione took her leave of him fearful of lingering much too long in the company of a man that wasn't her husband. She felt she'd been a bad as Ron for having seen anyone but him without clothing.
Fumbling to get on his trousers, the raven haired wizard raced out the door after the amber eyed witch that had caused him so much pain.
"Wait." he said forgoing his shirt and shoes to chase after this beautiful witch he hardly knew.
He didn't know why he'd elected to go chasing her given all she'd done to him, but something in him found her appealing in a strange way and he couldn't let her get away.
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Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
Despite being barefoot and slightly chilled from not having his shirt on due to the cold, Regulus Snape continued to chase after the beautiful witch that hexed him in the brothel. He stepped in a puddle but ignored it as the graying water splashed onto his trousers and a bit got onto his chest. His sweat blasted raven haired didn't make the feelings of being exposed to the elements any better as he attempted to reach the brisk walking Hermione Granger-Weasley.
He gave little thought to how slick his toes had became in the wake of stepping into the puddle nor how hard the cobblestone pavement had been when his bare feet was assaulted via the loose stones from the ill-kept street. All he had been concerned with was stopping her.
"Wait!" he shouted catching her by the elbow and sliding her close to him, for a moment for getting about his chest being bare. "Hermione...wasn't it?"
"I-I have to go." she said as her cheeks continued to redden. "I have to get home."
"Hold on a minute, you can't just attack a guy in the middle of a social call and take off when he shows a bit of interest in you." said Regulus amused by her apparent innocence.
"Well, I've already apologized." replied Hermione choosing to stand her ground.
"How bout you let me take you to dinner?" asked Regulus in a charming tone. "It's the least you could do given the knot you put on my head."
"I can't." replied Hermione sternly. "I have a life to get back to."
"Wait what do you mean?" asked the raven haired wizard. "You came barging into..."
"I'm married." said Hermione hoping that he'd lose interest in her all together.
Regulus let go of her arm reflecting the desired effect of shock when she straightened her attire.
"Well, your husband is one lucky son of a bitch to have you for a wife." he said seemingly saddened by this turn of events. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time."
He put his hands in his pockets and made his way back toward the brothel feeling no need to engage the witch further if she'd already been spoken for.
Hermione sighed watching him go but steeled herself as she focused on apparating home.
She had to get the children supper and into bed before going over this new case with Harry.
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The Brothel, Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
Regulus made it as far as the first step before he was immediately treated to his shoes and shirt being thrown at him. He noted they had taken their payment before making it clear that they had not wanted him to return.
The Raven haired wizard sighed slipping on his shirt and shoes just as it began to rain. He put his hands back into his pockets and wondered through Knockturn Alley.
So much for having a little of fun for the night.
He sighed believing it a pity this Hermione was married already. She seemed like someone fun to know given all the adventures he had recently it would have been nice to be with a girl that wouldn't kick him out at the first sign of trouble.
He had been impressed with her magical aptitude.
She healed him up pretty well and there had been no lasting scaring, not even from the injury he had gotten in the alley with Greek boy.
Regulus sighed and focused his mind on his next apparation point.
The image of his father's home town came into his mind clear as day:
Cokeworth, England, Spinner's End.