CrimsonNoble
A/N: Nothing really. I'm just... dunno. FF.N's screwing up in one of
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Disclaimer: I make no claims toward ownership of Harry Potter. I do,
however, claim ownership of Ange. 'Cause they're mine.
WARNING: This is rated R for a reason. Should you
choose to ignore said reason, read at your own risk. Masochism,
sadism, sensuality, graphic violence, and harsh language. Possible
male/male relationships, and definite female/female. Ye hast been warned.
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Spoilers: OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS.
Chapter 7:
Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. 1648, December 17.
Tonks slid uncomfortably out of her bed, wincing as the cold tile
connected with her bare feet. Her eyes traitorously tried to both shut
and look back at the bed, empty though it was.
This was becoming irritating. The... woman, she supposed, was gone.
Again. This was becoming irritating.
Tonks stretched, completely ignoring her state of undress, and glanced
around the room before she felt a warm trickle sliding down her
shoulder.
Immediately her hand slid out to touch the warmth, caressing the slick
substance. Too thick to be water, too fresh to be saliva...
"The hell?" Tonks held her fingers in front of her, staring at the
red coating. "Blood?"
Oh. Right. Diana, that had been... words simply failed at that point,
but brutal was an apt description. Not rape, she had been perfectly
willing... but that was insane. No, uninhibited.
She glanced idly at the clock on the bedside table, remarkably
undamaged, and then glanced away again, heading for the shower. The
Order meeting wasn't for another hour and twelve minutes anyway.
Enough time to clean up and find out where the hell she had gone.
Tonks sighed uncomfortably as she wobbled toward the door to the
bathroom. Gods be praised for hot water.
And then abruptly she was inside the tiled room, disoriented for a
long moment, her sense of time distorting rapidly.
"Ungh... hell..."
Somehow, she managed to reach the faucet and turn it on, despite the
ache in her arms. Well, she ached everywhere, but that was not
relevant.
Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. 1659, December 17.
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Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. 1752, December 17.
Raye stepped into the apartment slowly, closing the door behind her.
She hadn't been gone all that long. No more than an hour and a half.
Why she was back at all she didn't know. She didn't particularly care
either.
She turned at the sound of a tapping foot, observing the taller woman,
with green hair and eyes, she absently noted, glaring at her.
"Yes?" Still that same strangely sexy Germanic accent.
"Where were you?"
Raye's flippiant response was vastly annoying. "I was out and about."
"Where?"
"Shopping, if you must know. Got some food."
Tonks started to protest.
"No. It is canned, and furthermore, I am not going to survive at
the mercy of what is in your cooler. If you will keep me." Hell, she
astutely observed. I'm practially begging her. That is interesting.
Tonks lifted one elegant, green eyebrow. "If I'll keep you?"
"Of course. You do not have to. I will just go somewhere else then."
"Hold on! I never said that."
"Then pray tell, what is wrong?"
"Nothing. But if we don't get going, I'm going to miss a rather
important meeting."
"I gather you want me to come."
"That would be the implication of 'we'."
Raye dropped the bag boredly. "Come on then. You're sober, right?"
"Yeah. Why?" Was the only thing that came to mind.
"I told you already. I do not apparate with drunks." Raye retorted.
"I don't remember."
"You were drunk."
"Gah! Late!"
"Hurry up then."
Tonks seized the other woman's arm, and apparated directly into
Grimmauld Place. It wasn't hard to do, just required a bit of know
how.
"Impressive. Might want to renew that hiding charm though. I can see
through it. Maybe just because I am in the house, but precautions are
good." The voice didn't hold the wonder Tonks had been hoping for,
but it was still interested. That was enough.
"Come on!" Tonks grabbed the woman's arm, and rushed them down the
hall to the door to the meeting room.
"You are late, Nymphadora. And you have brought someone else. Two
demerits."
Only one person would dare call her Nymphadora. Tonks opened her mouth
to retaliate, but was once again cut off.
"Demerits? The fuck? Have I stumbled into a boy scouts meeting?"
"I have not given you permission to speak. What is your name?"
"Number one, I do not give a fuck about your permission. Number two,
it is Raye, but you can call me Ma'am. Number three, do not fuck with
legilmency against me."
"My apologies, sir," Tonks interrupted doggedly. "I was unavoidably
detained."
"You are forgiven, Nymphadora. You on the other hand, Miss Raye--"
"I did not give you permission to call me by that name. If you wish to
retain the capacity to speak, I would reccommend that you not."
Dumbledore evidently saw something in her eyes that stated loudly that
it was not an idle thread. "Very well then. You must know why you are
here."
"No. I do not. I assume this is some sort of anti-'evil' organization.
Is that a safe assumption?"
"Almost correct," Dumbledore responded. "But we are against all dark
wizards."
"Well then, you let witches walk? And have not killed half your
members already? Hypocrisy at its best, ladies and gents."
"What do you mean?"
"Your people absolutely reek of the Dark, as you define them, Arts.
He, for example," Raye indicated a gray haired man. Remus. "Smells of
moonlight and wolf. The greasy one over there smells of pain and
innocent blood. You smell of death yourself. Recent too. Been minding
prisoners, or some such?"
"In case you did not notice, Madame--"
"It would be Mademoiselle. I am not married, fadge."
"What did you call me?!" He immediately exploded.
"A fadge. It is a Shakespeare word. Means something like ask."
"Oh... right. Anyway, we are in the middle of a war."
"Then consider yourself justified! You are using the very thing you
attempt to fight in order to fight! Oh, the irony is sickening."
"What is your problem, Miss?"
"Hypocrites are my problem. I have no problem with your Dark Artsy-
ness, but I do have a problem with your hypocrisy."
Tonks butted in. "May we get this meeting back on track...?"
"Right. Move right along, oh white-bearded one."
Raye nodded blandly and leaned against the wall insubordinately.
Tonks glared at her, though Raye seemed oblivious to the ired
Metamorphamagus.
"Why did you bring her here, Nymphadora?"
"I saw her tear a man's finger off. I was impressed."
From somewhere in the back of the room, a voice floated, "... which
means you've already screwed her..."
Tonks felt that she should have been given a medal for her restraint,
as instead of killing the man, or just allowing Raye to do it for her,
she merely flicked her wand with one of the more borderline legal pain
curses. His yelp was quite satisfying, though he passed out a moment
later. Retard.
Dumbledore sighed, already accustomed to her somewhat erratic temper.
"Why did you follow her?"
"Because I felt like it." Raye retorted. That was her reason for doing
anything, really. She just... chose.
"We are the Order of the Phoenix, dedicated to the downfall of Lord
Voldemort."
"Wait, so now there is some jackass wandering around that you call,
'Lord'? Loki, you English are subservient."
"He has earned our respect, if not our love. We will kill him, someday.
Until then, however, we will respect him with his title."
Her eyes rolled. "Right. Whatever. What do you want with me?"
"We want you to side with us, if what Nymphadora told us is true."
"The finger thing? Oh, yeah. That is true. Do you want a
demonstration? I would be absolutely ecstatic to give one. How about
on grease-boy over there?"
Raye indicated the man she meant with a wave of her hand, before
walking over to stand in front of him. It was the first time anyone
in the room, apart from Tonks, had someone to judge her against. The
results were... stunning.
The woman was short. Really short. She couldn't have topped five-two.
It was rather amusing. The greased man snorted at the thought of this
diminutive woman threatening him.
He actually laughed right up until she rather rudely introduced her
right knee into his groin, doubling him over, before her left knee
greeted his nose, breaking it. He whimpered. Overdosing on the
Cruciatus would do that to people.
Raye lifted him up by the collar of his robes, smiling pleasantly into
his face. "I am so glad you are amused. Right or left?"
Utterly confused, he croaked out, "Right." That being his wand arm.
His second mistake of the day, as she calmly broke his thumb, and took
a long moment to see the pain in his eyes, giggling cheerfully, before
she started to jerk on the broken digit.
"Stop." It was but a word, though laden with so much command that an
ordinary person would have stopped breathing.
Raye turned, and smiled at the man, tilting her head to the right
contentedly. "Why not?" She wondered, and flung the sobbing bundle at
the old man, sending various bits of glass flying as the sallow
skinned man impacted.
Raye returned to leaning against the wall, amidst various subdued
cheers for her achivement. It wasn't every day Snape got his ass
slammed.
Her inverted eyes flickered around the room before she slid her hands
into her pockets, the blood already running off the pristine white
pants, and shut her eyes. Loki this was getting boring fast.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you get away with that, Raye."
Her eyes opened, and she smiled happily. "I think I warned you about
the use of my name, did I not?"
And without seeming to pass between the two positions, she was
kneeling on Dumbledore's chest, her thumb pressing firmly against his
Adam's Apple.
She already knew there were wands pointed at her back, and she also
knew that she could kill everyone in the room without particularly
caring. Well, apart from the point that she would be incredibly horny
for a while after. But that was beside the point.
But for some reason, she didn't really want to.
"Hell, whatever. Do not do that again, got it?"
She climbed off the desk, which she had been using to keep the aged
man's spine in tilt, to prevent him from bringing any significant
force to bear against her, slowly, before moving back to the wall.
"Impressive. It has been a long time since someone has managed to do
that to me. I hope that you do not have any objections to becoming a
physical tutor for the Order, or at least the newly initiated members,
do you?"
"So long as I am not a part of the Order. Oh, and I teach no one
unless they can knock me down before I disarm them. Furthermore, I
want free reign in not only what, but how I teach them. One more
thing, for now, at least. No one is to follow me. Anywhere. Without
my express permission."
"A rather long list of demands." Dumbledore deadpanned.
"Reasonable though. Besides," she added with an amused lilt in her
voice, "You wanted me. Not the other way around. And Loki, that sounds
sick. ARGHH! MY EYES! IT BURNS! THE GOGGLES! THEY DO NOTHING!"
Raye finished in an ear-piercing shriek. Indeed, one of the women present
would later discover that the old piercings in her ears had opened up
again. Which had nothing to do with anything, really, but made her
wonder what had happened.
There was a round of amused chuckles at the rather non-sequitor
remark, before silence fell over the room, with an anti-audible,
"Ouch." And a round of anti-audible curses about his clumsiness.
Raye closed her eyes boredly, already feeling herself beginning to
drift off. Hell, if she had known it would be this boring, she would
have given more serious thought to resisting attending.
Her ears perked as she heard something slithering onto the floor near
the door, and smiled, her immaculate teeth shining in the dim light.
To the closest wizard, she whispered, "Be quiet, cover your ears. Pass
the idea."
Calmly she walked toward the new addition to the room. An extendable
ear. Not that she knew who or what was on the other end, but she could
have some fun.
Patiently she waited until everyone in the room had done as she
suggested, or rather, almost everyone. There were, naturally, some
idiots, but that was their fault.
She lowered her face to the end of the ear, ignoring the way the
motion stretched her pants uncomfortably, and took a deep breath.
Driving her voice to an impossibly high pitch, an extatic gleam in her
eye, she screeched into the ear.
Half a second later, she stopped, aware that several people in the
room were writhing on the floor, their ears bleeding.
She could only imagine the damage that had been done to the person on
the other side of the ear, who had taken the full brunt of the
auditory assault.
With a smile and a wave, she announced, "Carry on then, while I go
deal with our eavesdropper."
The seated Tonks shivered at the expression, tone of voice, and smile,
which she had seen somewhere before. She wasn't sure exactly where,
but it had been quite recent...
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 1821, December 17.
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Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. 2101, December 17.
"Did you really have to do that?"
"What now?" Echoed the heavily accented response.
"Well, first the stunt with Severus, then the stunt with Dumbledore,
then the one with the ear, then the punishment. Wasn't that a little
excessive?" Tonks attempted to elaborate.
"No. Had it been any of my teachers, they would be scraping their
fingers off the floor with their toes."
Tonks raised a violently blue eyebrow. "Happen to you?"
Raye's eyes fixated on the wall. "Yeah. At least once a month."
"Were you a bad girl?" Tonks jibed, letting the more than a slightly
sensual overtones play with her voice.
"Yes. Sometimes." Came the response, laced with pain.
"What did you do?" Tonks inquired.
"Once, I let my lust provoke me into doing something really stupid.
Another time I assaulted a teacher. Both times I had to deal without
various parts of my anatomy. The first time, it was my left arm. The
second time it was my eyes." This time, the response was filled with
a forigen emotion, something between terror and admiration.
Tonks cautiosly placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "How...?"
"The ligament connecting my upper arm to my lower was severed. That
was... strange. Then the lenses of my eyes were removed." Her eyes
refocused abruptly, and she shook her head. "Never mind. I would
repeat both actions, were I given a second choice."
"I'm... sorry..." Tonks murmured, though she felt something distinctly
akin to awe at the imagined destruction of the other woman's body.
"Don't be. Go get some sleep while I try to prepare something to eat."
"Raye... I slept almost all day. Do you really think I'm tired?"
Raye slowly blinked. "Do you really think I would have suggested that
without a reason?"
Tonks shivered at the suddenly predatory look in the inverted eyes.
Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. 2109, December 17.
seeker--Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? No explanation is
forthcoming. You'll find out. Eventually. Do note the periodic
references to inhuman anatomy. Its a hint.
Saetan--Indeed.
mistik-elf13--You could say that. In a manner of speaking it is. Not
quite immortal. Technically.
Jess16--the drink was almost fifty percent alcohol. That is a very
high concentration for alcohol. One gets smashed fast off that.