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Chapter twenty-one
The Real Squeaky Door: Part Two

As the wall faded away it revealed a pair of large oak doors outfitted with huge brass knockers. Sarah grasped one of the knockers raping it briskly three times against the door. Severus was only slightly surprised when instead of the loud banging sound he expected from the knocker a high-pitched squeak erupted from it each time it hit the door.

After her three knocks Sarah let go of the door knocker and took a step back as James stepped forward. Just then a small window in the top of the door opened.

"State you name and business." Came a horse voice from the pair of large brown eyes that stared at then through the window in the door.

"James Staghorn and friends… My business is mine alone."

As James and the eyes stared each other down. Severus herd a slipping noise come from under the door. Looking down Severus saw a small stack of papers laying by Sarah's feet. As the last one slide into the small closet from the crack under the door Severus heard the faint plop of the quill Neil had stealthily tossed from his pocket as it the floor.

"James," Merra wined from beside the mage. "Make him let us in it's so cramped in here." Severus could tell by her tone of voice that she was fudging her dislike as much as possible.

"I don't take in prissy little sluts." Said the eyes.

Merra stamped her foot and began complaining again.

Severus however was paying no attention to the bickering. Instead he was looking as the quill which had now begun to write on the last of the papers. After at short time the quill slipped itself back into Neil's pocket and the papers began to slip back under the door. It was then that Severus realized his teacher was standing stock still with her head bowed and he could only guess what she had been doing.

Severus was snapped back to reality be the gruff voice. "Now you just keep your shirt on whore I gota fetch my list."

As the brown eyes disappeared Severus noticed a smile creeping onto his teachers face, but as the eyes reappeared so did Sarah's normal expressionless face. "Ah, here ye are. James Staghorn. And what your name whore?" He asked Merra.

"Merra Lace."

"All right, and you?"

Severus was monetarily petrified. He had no idea what he was supposed to say for it seemed like all the mages were using their mage names as their last names and he didn't have a mage name.

"Eh you, in the dragon skin. You stupid? What's your name?"

Severus felt Emma hand touch his and gave a slight jump when he heard her voice inside his head. Severus Stirsword.

"Severus Stirsword," he repeated aloud.

"Eh? And who is Sarah?" Asked the eyes.

"I am."

"You two don't look related." Said the eyes questioningly.

Severus couldn't help but kick himself mentally. He had completely forgotten that her mage name was Stirsword. He couldn't think of a way to explain their difference in appearance that the eyes would buy. Luckily he didn't have to.

"He's my hubby." Said Sarah cutely from her place beside him as she wrapped her arm around his waste leaning her had on his shoulder. Severus began severely stiff at her closeness.

The eyes gave Sarah an odd look. "You and him?.. Eh, well all right all of you in." Said the eyes before they disappeared and one of the doors opened.

They all stepped inside and Severus pulled Sarah aside. "What in the world is a hubby? And how come you never told me Emma can speak through peoples minds?" Severus said with his best I hate Gryffindor glare.

Emma chuckled and Sarah just stood there staring at him. "Hubby is slang Severus, it means husband." Severus was appalled but managed to hide it, just barley. "And Emma can't always speak through minds it's just that both your magics have to do with plants and a lot of plant mages brew so your magic allows you to communicate but only when your touching."

"That is unless of course if your magic have been bound together. Then and only then can you communicate without touching, but only to the people you are bound to." Neil said before receiving a rare sad look from Sarah before she walked away.

Severus was about to question his teacher and kill Neil when Emma touched his hand again. The Honored Five had bound magic… They are the only ones ever to survive it. It's highly dangerous.

Severus nodded still wishing to cause Neil a severely painful death, but losing his will to talk to his teacher for it still scared him how powerful she was, but even more so how well she hid it. Little did he know then that it wouldn't belong before he saw her in action.

Feeling someone touch his hand again Severus felt his whole limb flinch. He waited for Emma to invade his mind and personal space again but when he finally looked up he realized it was Sarah.

"Come."

Severus let himself be led out onto the dance floor fully expecting to go all the way though it. However Sarah stopped and let go of his hand about half way through. Emma and Neil stopped beside them. Severus watched with an uncomfortable feeling at Merra and James continued to head over towards the bar.

"Come on Sev! Show us what you've got." Shouted Neil from inches away, yet Severus found he had to strain to hear him.

Severus looked at Neil with a questioning sneer not knowing what the mage was talking about. But as Severus looked at the mage a little longer he felt the horrid feeling or fear begin in the pit of his stomach as he realized the mage was dancing. One of his hands was low on Emma's hips which were moving precariously along with Neil's.

Severus turned back to Sarah quickly only to realize that she too was dancing.

Before Severus could react to his dancing teacher the song ended. Severus saw Neil whispering in Emma's ear but thought nothing of it until seconds later when the next song, much to Severus' grief, started up and Emma switched places with Sarah.

Severus felt his temper strain as he saw Neil put his hands on Sarah in a way that was a little to much like groping for his taste. However he was distracted from his death glare by Emma as she put one arm around his neck and put his own hands at her waste. Forcing him into movement she began to dance with Severus and his deadly glare.

Glancing to the side at Sarah and Neil Severus faltered in his already horrible step as he took in the site. Not only was his hand on her hip but Sarah had placed her hands on his chest and had her cheek dangerously close too touching his shoulder.

By now Severus had stopped dancing entirely leaving a very perturbed Emma standing by his side until she was asked to dance by some random guy and gratefully excepted. Severus remained standing there till the end of the song at which point Neil noticed him.

"What don't you end his misery." He told Sarah. "Emma and I will work the floor." And at that he elbowed his way over towards a girl who was dancing by herself.

After Sarah had dragged him up some steps and over to the bar where Severus began to drown the awful memories out of his mind with something called scotch Sarah spoke from behind her own drink. "You know, I would have though that a dark, mysterious type man such as yourself had better rhythm on the dance floor." She said cracking a smile.

Leaning in he replied, "As a pureblood I have excellent dancing educate in actual dancing."

"Oh really?" Sarah shot back with another gleeful smile. "So what do you consider actual dancing?" Severus could tell that she was working hard to suppress a laugh which only succeeded in making him angrier.

"Traditional party dances such as the waltz or minuet."

Sarah laughed, "I would love to see you dance the minuet."

Severus was about to make what he hoped would be a winning comeback when his teacher, who had been leisurely scanning the floor below, became tense and focused. Following her gaze Severus saw that she was looking at an elderly man of about sixty who was shacking hands with a surprisingly younger man.

Severus glanced at his teacher and she felt his gaze. "That's the owner of the bar."

"How do you know?" asked Severus truthfully.

Sarah answered without her eyes leaving the two men. "I over heard two of the waitress girls in the outer pub talking about how the person who manages the club and who's names is on everything connected to this club, John P. Morrse, really isn't the owner. That is J. P. Morrse shacking hands with the older gentleman who really owns the club, Daniel H. Winther.

"How can you be sure?"

"The initials on his jacket read D. H. W. and besides how many men do you see here that have gray hair and aren't drunk? He's the only one I can find and it's a bit suspicious that he shacking hands with the supposent owner don't you think? And why wouldn't he just run it himself if he didn't have other operations besides this one. Oh, and Severus in case you haven't notice the real Squeaky Door is secret club."

Ignoring her Severus tried to make out the tiny gold letters embroidered on his jacket he had no clue how she had been able to see them but he supposed it had something to do with her magical abilities towards the written or in this case embroidered word. Severus noticed the initials getting closer and closer. When he looked up to see what was happening he saw the man moving towards the bar. The younger man had disappeared from view.

Severus looked at his teacher, "What are you going to do? You can't expect to just waltz right up to him and ask him if he's broken into the Ministry lightly."

Severus ignored the faint smile that came to Sarah's lips at the word waltz and just continued to stare at the approaching man before Sarah grabbed his jacket to turn him towards the bar. Leaning in she whispered. "You have any better ideas?" She paused and waited when she heard him tack the stool two seats away from her she told her student to stay put. To herself she said, "I sure it's him."

Sarah hopped from her bar stool to the one next to the elderly man. The bartender had handed him a drink without him even ordering. This only boosted her confidence.

Sarah saw Severus keeping his head low and sipping on his drink, yet she could still feel his gaze on her from the corner of his eyes.

"Mr. Winther?" Sarah asked cutely, smileing to herself when he took an uncomfortably large sip of his drink almost choking.

"Yes." He replied not looking at her.

"I was just wondering… if someone such as myself wished to… oh, I don't know… a let's say break into the Ministy of Magic and get whatever it is that will help Sir Voldemort kill Harry Potter, how would they go about doing that?" She smiled sweetly and this time he really did choke.

"Y-your one of them? Your who's been looking for me?"

Sarah felt Severus tense beside her for she could feel the man's anger and fear boiling, but his voice still remained deadly soft.

"Well you might as well kill me now because I'll never help He–Who–Must–Not–Be–Named! I'd rather die."

Sarah forced herself to laugh softly. "No—No, You misunderstand. There are Death Eaters here looking for you… Or at least there should be." She felt him cringe. "But I'm not one of them. Do you know Albus Dumbledore?"

The mans fingers shook from holding his glass to tightly. "Albus?.. Albus I do not know… But I know his brother, Aberforth. He owns a pub in—"

"I know," Sarah softly. "He's my great-uncle. I'm Albus's granddaughter."

The man for the first time looked at her. She felt his eyes close in on her face. "You are." He stated in realization. "Every Dumbledore has eyes like yours."

Sarah smiled a genuine smile. "I need your help." She said.

"I'll tell you everything I know," The man replied, "but not here."

The man got up from his stool and motioned for Sarah to fallow. Severus followed them over the outer rim of the dance floor towards the entrance to the inner club. Excusing the guard at the entrance he pulled Sarah into the farthest most corner of the long narrow hallway. The man took a quick glance around and spotted Severus.

"Y-y-your Snape." He gave Sarah a quick glance. "H-He's a Death Eater. He's come to—"

"Hush," Sarah said, "Severus is on our side I promise you."

"No, that's just what everyone thinks. I'm telling you, you can't trust his kind. As soon at you turn your back—"

"Aberforth trusts him."

Giving Severus a worried glance he turned back to Sarah. "Then I do too."

Suddenly three men in black robes swept into the hallway. Severus recognized them immediately. "Sarah." He shot her a warning glance hoping she would understand what he meant, and apparently she did for she took one look at Severus before placing her body between Winther and the Death Eaters in training.

As the three men blocked the hallway they pulled out there wands. Severus did the same knowing that he would have to be careful about how he fought so as not to reveal who's side he was really on. However Severus's thoughts weren't eased in the slightest when he noticed that only one of the three was eyeing him and that the other two seemed focused on Sarah. Although, the fact that one was ready to fight him told him that he was expected to help Sarah, or at least seem like it did ease his rapid thoughts somewhat.

Severus saw Sarah pull a knife from her boot and get into her fighting stance.

To him it felt like time had frozen until his attacker made the first move. A flash of purple light was thrown at Severus which he easily deflected.

One of Sarah attackers threw a stunning spell at her. Sarah reflected it right off her magical blade but missed her attacker. The other of Sarah's attackers had thrown a stunner at Winther which the wizard had defected however the distraction of Sarah having to focus on supplying her blade with the needed magic and having to protect both herself and Winther had caused her to leave an opening for the Death Eaters. The laps in judgment lasted only about three seconds but it was still enough time for her second attacker to grab Winther from behind her and begin to pull him out of the corridor.

Severus shot a stunner at Sarah's escaping attacker but his own attacker reflected it and Winther was pulled out of site.

Sarah was so angry at herself for slipping up that she lasted out with her hilt knife aiming straight for her attackers heart. However the Death Eater managed to grasp her upper arm while avoiding the knife. Laughing wickedly the man twisted her arm and tossed her over his shoulder. Sarah however didn't land in a heap on the ground but landed gracefully behind him with her knife at his throat.

Severus heard the unmistakable sound of a whine of fear come from Sarah's attacker. Unfortunately, his attacker heard it too and shot Sarah in the back with a shocking spell. Severus watched in horror as the wave of electricity washed through her body causing her to drop her weapon.

Free of the blade her attacker sprung free of her clutches and reached to pick up the knife himself. However just as his hand grasped around the knife an ear splitting scream retched throughout the corridor and the knife once again fell to the floor.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief as he shot another dark spell at his attacker. He had almost forgotten that Sarah's weapons only worked for her. Blocking the playful wand waving of his invader he was still able to keep an eye on her teacher as the hilt knife flew into her boot once more and she pulled out a fan from under the back of her shirt. With one hand she opened and closed it threateningly but both Severus's and Sarah's attackers just laughed.

"Look John I think she's going to fan me to death!" said Sarah's Death Eater.

The other laughed in response, "Yeah, let's hope she doesn't manage to blow you away."

Sarah just smirked a most Severus like smirk before she effortlessly closed the fan before thrusting it deep in the man chest.

With quick thinking Severus cast a silencing charm on the man so that his scream could not be heard on the dance floor as he fell to the ground unmoving. Then Severus turned back to his invader only to realized that his attackers wand was pointed right at Sarah with a venomous spell being uttered from his lips.

Without thinking Severus throw himself at the man and his wand knocking him to the ground causing his aim to be thrown off. However the Death Eater had not completely failed. For although most of the spell hit the wall with a bang Sarah received a long deep gash in her right cheek.

Running two fingers over the gash Sarah was able to slow the bleeding. She then glanced at Severus who was still struggling with his attacker on the floor before she fled the hallway in the pursuit of what she promised herself to be her second victim of the night.

Meanwhile Merra and James who had seen three black clad men fade into the hallway where Sarah and Severus, along with a mysterious man had gone moments before, were attacked by two Death Eaters of their own.

Merra who had been sitting at the bar managed to remain seated as her right heel connected with her Death Eaters crotch before she pointed a finger at her latest victim sowing his hands, lips, and feet together with her magic. Then, after downing the rest of her drink she kindly asked the bar tender for her tab.

James on the other hand had taken a more active approach towards his Death Eater. Leaping out of his seat James sparred in a little hand-to-hand with his invader for he knew he could now show the watching public his powers to shape shift. After successfully cornering his attacker from behind and had his hand conveniently placed at his throat James change just his left hand into that of a lion, cutting the mans throat.

After that Neil and Emma who had managed to fight their way off of the dance floor came to their friends aid, yet upon seeing that the problem was already taken care of Emma went to do what she could for James's newly sported black eye and Neil knelt down besides the struggling man that Merra had captured.

Neil kindly asked Merra to remove the stitches from the mans mouth and bind him further to the floor. Merra did so and began questioning the Death Eater yet just as soon as the first question was ask the veins in the mans head began to bulge and his throat began to shrink cutting off his air. The eyes of the man began to bulge out as his blood vessels erupted.

Neil arose from his knelling position on the floor. As he stared at the now lifeless body of the former Death Eater in training he muttered to himself, "Voldemort, your more clever than I thought."

Sarah ran along the outer walls of the club towards a second deserted hallway she had noticed earlier. She didn't know way by she had a fare easy time maneuvering around the club for it seemed that everyone was gathering near the bar.

When Sarah came to the deserted hall she notice that this was the hall where the bathrooms were located. Choosing the women's bath she ran inside.

"I already told you, you have the wrong guy. I don't even own this bar my name is Winther."

"I'm getting tired of you old man. Now tell me how to get to Harry Potter… Tell me now!"

"I will never—"

Sarah who had been working her way silently towards the Death Eater hopping from stall to stall, saw his reach for the knife.

"You old fool! You'll pay for that!"

Sarah lunged forward with her killer fan firmly grasped in her hand. However she was a second to late. Just before her fan meet with the back of the Death Eater Sarah heard the knife slice right through the flesh of the old man Winther.

Winther didn't make a sound as he was stabbed and killed but the Death Eater let out a high pitched scream as Sarah used her strength to drive the fan right through the bones and ribs of the Death Eater right to his stone heart.

Pulling her fan from the former Death Eater's corpse she tapped it twice against her hand and watched as all the blood ran off in onto her hand and the floor. Sarah quickly checked for Winther's pulse, not bothering to check Voldemort's former pon, after finding none she left muttering a quick prayer of peace for Winther under her breath.

Now with her quest dead she went to see how Severus faired. She could tell by his magic that he was still alive but she couldn't be sure that he wasn't in pain for their bond wasn't that strong yet.

On her way back she didn't even notice the horror stricken facing and randomly crying people in the crowd around the bar. She was too busy thinking about her student. Skidding to a stop at the hall entrance she began to run down the hall.

The two men had abandoned their wands and where now both fighting with hilt knives. And Sarah had gotten there just in time to see Severus stabbed in the arm. Severus let out a cry of fury as he used his other arm to stab his attacker right in the stomach. The man staggered backwards as he fell to the ground, twitching slightly.

Sarah continued to run throwing her hilt knife at the man's throat making it hover just above him, threatening his life if he dared to move.

Clasping to her knees by the side of her now fallen student she called to him. "I'm here Severus… Stay here with me, come now." Tacking the knife that was still clutched in his hand she slit her wrist and pressed it to his wounded shoulder.

That was the last thing Severus saw before his mind faded into darkness.

I really, REALLY liked writing this chapter even if it was more gory than usual.

As always BlackFire is still a great inspiration for me and now she isn't hardly as pushy… Now she just keeps nagging me instead!

The killer fan that I gave Sarah is called a shukusen it means 'lady fan'. It is found in the Tamora Pierce books and here's the definition:

Yamani fan, silk on steel ribs that are often engraved or pierced with a design. The outer ends of the ribs are very sharp, acting as a thrusting weapon when the fan is closed and as a slashing weapon when it is open. Traditionally carried by Yamani ladies when they don't wish to be seen with a weapon.

Hope you all enjoyed next chapter we'll get more into Severus's injury so NO he is not DEAD! And I'm sad to say that this will be the last we see of the Squeaky Door, however the next chapter will be rather exciting even though it might not have THIS much action.