Disclaimer:
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
People, people, people, I don't kill small animals or babies in my stories - Gabriel is safe, no one else is and that's all I'm going to say other than: we're no where near the end of the story yet.
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"So tomorrow evening then?" he asked over the floo.
Allosia nodded. "In time for dinner. You miss me?" she asked.
"You have no idea how much," he said dryly.
"Gabriel that bad?" she asked with a laugh.
"No, although there's a certain matter of singing we'll be discussing when you get back here," he said with the humour it seemed only she could detect.
"All right then," she said with a laugh. "Kiss the boy for me, and we have got to get him over this head nonsense, by the way. I miss him."
H nodded. "Get some rest, I will not be a sympathetic man if you come home telling me you need to recover from your relaxation."
"Severus, you're just not a sympathetic man, it's time to face that," she said as they signed off.
Allosia laughed, it would be good to be home. She reached for her shawl then, a final late night walk in the city lights would do her good.
Stepping out from her hotel, the last thing she really expected to find was Draco Malfoy sidling up to her and immediately lacing an arm through hers before she could even react. Feeling a presence on her left as well, she noted Malfoy's old school crony and her former student Crabbe there. She moaned softly to herself, and looked at Malfoy as she considered trying to run or struggle.
"I wouldn't do that, Allosia," Malfoy said calmly. "I can and will put you under Imperius if need be, and I can assure you that neither Severus nor yourself will be pleased if you were to meet my father in so willing a condition."
Crabbe laughed and Malfoy glared at him, cutting the sound off. Allosia silently cursed herself over and over in her head. Nonchalance was probably the best strategy for the moment, especially if it would keep her in control of all of her faculties. "All right boys, where are we going?" she asked as they approached a carriage.
As Allosia climbed in, with her former students following, she noticed Lucius Malfoy sitting in the furthest and darkest corner of the carriage. He patted the seat next to him and seeing little choice, she complied.
"I didn't get to see nearly enough of you earlier, Allosia. And I realize, we never got to know each other very well in school. Certainly, I never understood what Severus saw in you, although, of course, your interest in him is infinitely more puzzling. I suspect," he said, grabbing her chin then not unlike the way her husband tended to, "you're a very unusual creature." He smiled then, dropping his hand.
Allosia was scared, but decided being brash was still her best bet. "Lucius, this is my last night of vacation, what do you want?" she asked with annoyance.
"Don't be impertanent," he said, his voice deadly.
"At least tell me where we're going then?" she asked, still trying to affect boredom.
"My house, of course. I hope you'll enjoy my hospitality more than Severus tends to," he said and then turned to face the window again.
Allosia looked across to Crabbe, who didn't seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to what was transpiring. The younger Malfoy, however was staring at her with strangely sad eyes. She heard Snape inside her head: this is important. She held the young man's gaze until he looked away.
Her ability to maintain her calm ended the second the carriage stopped. She was far away from anyone that wasn't these men, her husband had no cause to worry after her until tomorrow evening, and any move she made was likely to make things worse. None of this logic stopped her from bolting away from the group the second she exited the carriage into the planned woods around the mansion.
As she ran, fumbling for her wand and tripping in the dark, she remembered Snape's tale of the last time he was in these woods. Tripping on a root and twisting her ankle badly, Allosia fell, scraping her hands. Still mostly prone, she turned cast Expelliarmus at the nearest figure, which turned out to be Crabbe. She hit her mark and he was flung backwards into a tree. At the ugly and unmistakable sound of his head cracking against the trunk, Allosia dared to let herself hope, but that hope ended quickly when Lucius dived on top of her and wrestled her wand out of her hand.
This was distinctly not good, Allosia remembered thinking as she tried to knee him in the groin, but he was sitting too high up on her for her to do much more than struggle pointlessly. He didn't need to be this close to her, certainly. He could have, and by all rights should have disarmed her magically. Straddling her chest, he punched her in the face twice, in rapid succession. Allosia vaguely registered his son behind him, looking miserable, before she lost consciousness.
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
People, people, people, I don't kill small animals or babies in my stories - Gabriel is safe, no one else is and that's all I'm going to say other than: we're no where near the end of the story yet.
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"So tomorrow evening then?" he asked over the floo.
Allosia nodded. "In time for dinner. You miss me?" she asked.
"You have no idea how much," he said dryly.
"Gabriel that bad?" she asked with a laugh.
"No, although there's a certain matter of singing we'll be discussing when you get back here," he said with the humour it seemed only she could detect.
"All right then," she said with a laugh. "Kiss the boy for me, and we have got to get him over this head nonsense, by the way. I miss him."
H nodded. "Get some rest, I will not be a sympathetic man if you come home telling me you need to recover from your relaxation."
"Severus, you're just not a sympathetic man, it's time to face that," she said as they signed off.
Allosia laughed, it would be good to be home. She reached for her shawl then, a final late night walk in the city lights would do her good.
Stepping out from her hotel, the last thing she really expected to find was Draco Malfoy sidling up to her and immediately lacing an arm through hers before she could even react. Feeling a presence on her left as well, she noted Malfoy's old school crony and her former student Crabbe there. She moaned softly to herself, and looked at Malfoy as she considered trying to run or struggle.
"I wouldn't do that, Allosia," Malfoy said calmly. "I can and will put you under Imperius if need be, and I can assure you that neither Severus nor yourself will be pleased if you were to meet my father in so willing a condition."
Crabbe laughed and Malfoy glared at him, cutting the sound off. Allosia silently cursed herself over and over in her head. Nonchalance was probably the best strategy for the moment, especially if it would keep her in control of all of her faculties. "All right boys, where are we going?" she asked as they approached a carriage.
As Allosia climbed in, with her former students following, she noticed Lucius Malfoy sitting in the furthest and darkest corner of the carriage. He patted the seat next to him and seeing little choice, she complied.
"I didn't get to see nearly enough of you earlier, Allosia. And I realize, we never got to know each other very well in school. Certainly, I never understood what Severus saw in you, although, of course, your interest in him is infinitely more puzzling. I suspect," he said, grabbing her chin then not unlike the way her husband tended to, "you're a very unusual creature." He smiled then, dropping his hand.
Allosia was scared, but decided being brash was still her best bet. "Lucius, this is my last night of vacation, what do you want?" she asked with annoyance.
"Don't be impertanent," he said, his voice deadly.
"At least tell me where we're going then?" she asked, still trying to affect boredom.
"My house, of course. I hope you'll enjoy my hospitality more than Severus tends to," he said and then turned to face the window again.
Allosia looked across to Crabbe, who didn't seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to what was transpiring. The younger Malfoy, however was staring at her with strangely sad eyes. She heard Snape inside her head: this is important. She held the young man's gaze until he looked away.
Her ability to maintain her calm ended the second the carriage stopped. She was far away from anyone that wasn't these men, her husband had no cause to worry after her until tomorrow evening, and any move she made was likely to make things worse. None of this logic stopped her from bolting away from the group the second she exited the carriage into the planned woods around the mansion.
As she ran, fumbling for her wand and tripping in the dark, she remembered Snape's tale of the last time he was in these woods. Tripping on a root and twisting her ankle badly, Allosia fell, scraping her hands. Still mostly prone, she turned cast Expelliarmus at the nearest figure, which turned out to be Crabbe. She hit her mark and he was flung backwards into a tree. At the ugly and unmistakable sound of his head cracking against the trunk, Allosia dared to let herself hope, but that hope ended quickly when Lucius dived on top of her and wrestled her wand out of her hand.
This was distinctly not good, Allosia remembered thinking as she tried to knee him in the groin, but he was sitting too high up on her for her to do much more than struggle pointlessly. He didn't need to be this close to her, certainly. He could have, and by all rights should have disarmed her magically. Straddling her chest, he punched her in the face twice, in rapid succession. Allosia vaguely registered his son behind him, looking miserable, before she lost consciousness.