*** Disclaimer in part one ****
Previous parts uploaded on fanfiction.net under the penname 'PearlyJammer'
L/R fans, sorry this doesn't have as much L/R action as you may want. More next time, I promise! Had to give the SH fans some fun too!
BTW, this particular chapter, will be divided into three or four installments cause it is long and partially unwritten.
*************
Deep in the heart of Hageltonia…..
Our evil haglets plot the demise of civilization, as we know it while setting the stage for a dementor-infected society. A trans-Atlantic alliance between Charles Xavier's school for the gifted and Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had been formed to stop these evil wenches. The question remains to be seen if it would work…….
"She'll go where we want her to. I'm sure of it." the haglet queen spoke up.
"And if she doesn't?"
"You know what to do, Tehbe."
A wicked smile crossed the haglet's face at that. Destruction of their own was as of lately sadly unemployed. The group had no real loyalties, and the destruction of one of their own sent a tremor of excitement through all those who had a taste for blood. Tehbe was well renowned for her bloodlust, matched only by the notorious Civ. Those two would turn on a fellow haglet if they so much as smelt bloodshed. It was not kosher, but then again, they were haglets. They had no values and were cruel.
"Civ knows about this?"
"Of course she does. What doesn't she know about?" Binde answered sharply.
"I was just-forgive me please." Tehbe begged.
"Bring me the girl." Bindie stated firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
"I will not fail you my lord."
"Good, good. Bow down and serve me now wench. Show respect. Show-heartfelt respect." Binde said as she extended her left hand for Tehbe to kiss.
Tehbe bowed down to the chief haglet and French kissed her hand.
"Ewww, if I wanted you to slobber on me, I would have said so!"
"I'm I'm sorry!" Tehbe stated before rising to her feet and bolting from the room.
"Those lower tiers, they're so predictable aren't they?" Civ said, coming to the aid or her master to wipe the saliva from her fingers.
"Indeed they are. Stuck in a rut of mediocrity. How sad."
"You will retrieve her, won't you Civ?"
"Of course."
"Excellent. We have one in the door, and one on the way. We will conquer them Civ, at last. They will be ours!"
******************
Xavier's School for the Gifted……..
Professor Severus Snape was pouring over volumes of magical myths and mugle volumes concerning electricity and telepathy. Not surprisingly, there was only one book on the former. Most everything he read was written by Jean Grey and Charles Xavier himself. His pride wouldn't allow him to go to Xavier to ask directly about how exactly Cerebro worked and why. His distaste of Jean ruled out his other option.
Frustrated with his lack of understanding about the muggle world, he was left with one option, Hermione. It was strange really. He, head of Slytherin house was seeking out a young Gryffindor for help. Old Salazar would be rocking in his grave if he only knew. But here he was, walking down the 'English' corridor, as it had been dubbed by St. John at 2:30 in the morning looking for said Gryfindor.
Hermione was woken by a semi-loud rapping at her door. Muttering to herself about another stupid scheme by Ron or Harry she threw back the covers of her warm bed and crawled out of bed in her pajamas.
"Honestly, I don't care what the hell you want, the answer is bloody no!" she said as she threw open the door to find a tall, dark Severus Snape.
"Despite that answer, Miss Granger, I'm afraid you'll have to come-" he began dryly before taking in a look at the young woman standing before him. A disheveled Hermione was a rare sight indeed. But a disheveled Hermione in nothing but a tee shirt and the hint of a pair of panties peeking up from her thighs was something he got the feeling not many people saw. Yet here she was, standing with her hands on her hips and a cross expression on her face.
Most people would have apologized immediately in front of the great head of Slytherin house. Most sane people that is, but stress and disturbed sleep do funny things to people.
"No."
"No?"
"No! I am not getting up at this ungodly hour to help you look up things in those damn books. I am tired and I want to sleep. I've been up late three nights in a row and I am going to sleep until a decent hour thank you very much!"
"Miss Granger, you are being most unreasonable. I-"
"GO GET BLOODY HARRY OR RON! I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH EYES IN MY HEAD! THEY KNOW HOW TO READ BOOKS." Hermione screamed out.
Snape was far too shocked to say a word. He simply stood stock-still staring at the temperamental, and half naked his brain reminded him, woman in front of him. Her eyes were burning and her cheeks had taken on a rather charming pink. But he was the consummate professional, and an ex-death eater to boot. If there was one thing he was known for, it was keeping his emotions carefully in check.
"Miss Granger, get your clothing on and follow me. Your assistance in this matter is most important. Stop behaving like a child and do as I say." he commanded in a steely voice.
"You cannot order me around. You're not frightening and as I said I am going to bed. Now good bloody night." she said as she slammed the door shut.
Snape had had enough of her behavior. He took out his wand and cast 'Alohamora' He marched into Hermione's room and decency be damned, levitated her off the bed and over his shoulder. He marched out of the room with her in tow and towards the library. Somewhere along the line she disarmed him and turned his own wand against him, causing him to sprout a tail out of his trousers.
He finally released her and turned his head to survey the damage she'd inflicted upon his behind when he caught the shadows of two people. Logan and Rogue were sitting very close together on the couch, a thin piece of fabric between their lips that they appeared to be kissing through.
All four caught site of the other pair and broke out simultaneously "What are you doing here?"
*************TBC