Voldemort's Amnesia Jewel Little Bird Chapter Six

After Nicole had left, taking Lily with her, Fleur pulled out her mapbook. "I am really not the one to help you look around," she said, opening it to the Haverhill page as she brought it over to Snape and Black. "You might want to wait until Neecole gets back; she knows this place like the back of her hand."

"Doesn't she work?" Snape asked casually, taking the book from her hands.

"She is an inspector of Muggle factories. There are certain days she has to work, but mostly she only needs to do so when she feels like it. Surprise visits, you know. She gets paid rather well for it."

Black took the book from Snape and looked at the map carefully. Snape looked as if he was resisting the urge to snatch it back and slam it down over the Animagus' head. He instead turned his attention back to Fleur. "What about you?"

"I do not need to work, but I go out occasionally with Neecole to do certain things, or go to parties, or to cross the street so that I can type up the stories of the romance novel writer." Sounds of piano playing from across the street came to her ears. "Speaking of which... could you excuse me for a moment?" She walked over to one of the windows that faced the street, opened it, and stuck her head out. Sure enough, there was Julie K. Wyrtah, banging away on her out-of-tune Upright piano, playing a rather mistake ridden version of "Phantom of the Opera." The notes were heard exceptionally well, probably because Julie's piano was right next to the eternally open window.

"HEY, WYRTAH!" Fleur screeched at the top of her lungs. "YOUR PIANO PLAYING SUCKS!!!!"

Julie stopped playing long enough to stick her own head out the window and shouted back, "FUCK YOU, DE'LACOUR!!!!"

Feeling happier, Fleur pulled herself back inside and closed the window as Julie wnet back to her piano playing. Fleur turned and nearly burst into hysterical giggles. Both Snape and Black were looking at her in a way that clearly said they both thought she had lost her mind. "That's my way of greeting the novelist every morning," she explained with a grin. "We're actually quite civil to each other the rest of the time."

Snape smirked as Black shrugged and went back to the map book, saying, "I'll take your word for it."

"How long will it be until Nicole returns?" Snape asked.

"About an hour."

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Lily watched as her Aunt Nicole drove away. She barely noticed as Sister Jacki herded her into the nursery school. She'd felt something when she saw the man in black sitting at the table when she came downstairs for breakfast. What had she felt? Surprise? Horror?

No, wait... she'd felt happy.

Now why would that be?

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Nicole tossed her keys back and forth in her hands, biting her bottom lip. "Now, these two charactahs each have their own little quahks, places they would prefah to han' around in. Because of this, we must decide who we'ah to look foah befoah we leave, and then look in the places he's likely to go. So, who do yah wish to look for first?"

Black looked very much as if he wanted to say, "Harry", but Snape beat him to it. "Voldemort, He's more dangerous."

"Alright, then. Where is he most likely to be?"

Black and Fleur looked at Snape expectantly. He sighed. "He's most likely going to be in the seedier part of town. Pubs, brothels, places where drugs are sold, that type of thing. Those are the places where Muggles can be killed and no one would notice for a while, or even care."

Nicole looked at Fleur. "Pubs and brothels?"

Fleur rolled her eyes. Already it had begun. Though everyone in the room technically spoke English, Nicole had spent her whole like in Haverhill, whereas Snape and Black had grown up in England and spoke quite a bit differently. "Bars and whore-houses, Neecole."

"Oh." She shrugged. "Alright. Fleuh, if yah want, yah can stay he'ah and clean up the place while I take these guys downtown."

Fleur grinned evilly. "You'd trust yourself to two men you don't even know?"

"They don't know me, either, nor do they know what I could do to them if they tried anythin'."

"I just love it when people talk as if I'm not in the room," Snape said sarcastically, staring at the ceiling.

Black gave him a look before turning back to Fleur. "I'm sure I'll get along just fine with Miss, uh...."

"Takewitha."

"Take-With-A." He made a face. "I can't say the same for Snape, though...."

If looks could kill, Black would be VERY dead, as Snape's look gave a new meaning to the word "murderous."

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End of Chapter Six