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Chapter Sixteen

Drunk

Kathleen stalked back towards number twelve Grimswald place at well past three in the morning, well the precise time she didn't know because she had forgotten to put her watch on. She wasn't exactly planning to leave Grimswald place anyway. Then again, she wasn't exactly planning on getting shouted at by the Order members for some cock-in-bull story told to them by Snape. She sneered slightly at the thought but was soon forgotten when she nearly dropped her bottle of booze. She felt the burning of the Fire Whiskey she had stolen fire up deep in her gut as she turned the corner. She felt guilty for the tantrum that she had thrown but didn't really care at the moment; she was actually a little too tipsy to care about much of anything.

Discreetly, she pulled the bottle in her right hand to her mouth and took a drink. The Muggle liquor store clerk had been flirting with her when she went in so when she asked for something to drink he had given it to her without carding her. She smiled with a roll of her eyes. She had made it worth his while though, a little make-out session in the back room followed up by a buzz from his marijuana. She had left him in a stupefied state with a phoenix tattooed on his arm (done by her with a sterilized pin, a pen, and a little magic help. She let out an amused giggle to herself. That kid would have one hell of a headache when he woke up again.

She drew another sip from the bottle before she thought back on her day. She must have been a sight, blazing into Hogs Head in Hogsmade and drinking four grown men under the table before the barkeep threw her out but not before she nicked the bottle of Fire Whiskey. By the time she wondered into Muggle London (after attempting to kill herself via magic—she discovered Avada Kedavra doesn't work if you tried to cast it on herself) she was pissed and spent the afternoon trying to get sober again. When she reached the in-between stage she asked any and all 'dark' people she ran into (disguised as a blonde bimbo) if they would take her to Voldemort to have him kill her. Most just shrugged her off calling her a crazy drunk, the rest glared at her and walked away, one gave her three gallons and told her to run off to St. Mungos and get some help. That one amused her greatly, even though she blew the money on a meal and then another bottle of whiskey, this time Muggle whiskey.

When she walked out of the Muggle store where she got the booze she was tipsy and still angry. It wasn't like her to let people's statements hurt her like that, Merlin knows she grew up with enough torment from Hunter and his gang, she snarled, gripping the bottle with anger. She hated him more that Snape but for some reason, as it was with Hunter, they both could get under her skin and their comments about her always hit home.

She shook her head as she continued walking. To her, she was fine but to any person passing by or looking out their windows, they would see a young witch who was quite drunk staggering along the sidewalk. She turned the corner again, not really caring that she circled the block three times now and had just finished her forth one around. She stopped when she saw someone clothed in black walk from a dark alley towards the 'empty' lot where the quarters stood. She felt the raw anger burn in her again, realizing it was the hook-nosed Order member, the one that pissed her off the most. He was headed towards the house.

Kathleen whirled around, starting back the way she came. She was too drunk to really want to deal with him and in her state, if she tried to deal with him he, or more people would end up dead and even she didn't want to face Dumbledore after she killed his spy, one he thinks of like a son. Though it would be funny to see his face, she smirked thinking, half-sneaking another drink.

"Ms. Peters?" a voice from behind her said.

She turned around sharply, her wand out but for once she was not intimidating in any way for she had staggered slightly to the side and leaned against a stop sign's pole, her wand more limp than straight. "Wat do you wa'nt?" she asked quite amused to see the world behind the man in black move from side to side. Damn it world stay still. She shouted to herself silently.

"The Order has been looking for you all day," he said bitterly.

She shrugged, taking a drink from her bottle, her wand still trained on him. "Good for them. Did they have fun?"

Snape's upper lip curled in disgust as his coal-black eyes looked her up and down. "You're drunk."

"Thank you, captain obvious, you have saved the day once again!" she half shouted bowing clumsily to him. She laughed hysterically to herself. She fell to the ground and leaned against the pole, gasping for breath. She took a long drink from her bottle and wiped her mouth glancing at her audience. "Where are you off to?" she asked after a moment of him staring at her.

"I was returning from a meeting."

She stared at him curiously. "Snake face called a meeting?"

"Yes." He looked down at her as if she was a disgusting little bug. "Apparently many of the members had an interesting story to tell about a brunette girl who was drunk asking how to find the Dark Lord," She snorted. "You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

She giggled madly. "Nothing at all."

Snape glared down at her. "Indeed."

Kathleen looked away and took another drink from her bottle. "Give me a hand up, will you?"

Whether he was in shock that she asked or was merely being gentlemanly (though the latter wasn't very likely) his pale hand came out and grasped hers firmly. Awkwardly she stumbled to her feet, the contents of the bottle sloshing over slightly and dripping down her hand. She stumbled backward and hit the pole and let out a giggle. Shaking her head, she turned around and started down the street in a sort of daze.

"Where are you going?"

She glanced back and looked him with a stupid grin. "To go hang myself, wanna come with?" she said walking backwards.

"No," She shrugged and turned around. "The Order would like to talk with you,"

She looked back, leaning on a fence. "They can come too. In fact, why don't you write the whole world! They can have a celebration," There was no mistaking the look of pain on Kathleen's face as she said this. "HEY! YA'LL WANNA COME AND CELEBRATE THAT YOU FINALLY RID YOURSELVES OF KATE, THE UNTAMABLE SHREW AND DAMNED BITCH OF HELL!" she shouted. "YOU KNOW THE ONE YOU ALL HATE BECAUSE SHE'S AN UGLY BITCH THAT YOU THINK EVERYONE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IT WERE DEAD!" She drank another long drink from her bottle. "The one who killed her lover…." The last words were nearly inaudible and if she had been looking she would have known that Snape had heard her.

"Come back with me," She flipped him a crude jester with her left hand and started back along the sidewalk, sipping from her bottle again. "Very mature of you," the silkily voice said behind her.

He was following her! The nerve, she whirled around and half stumbled half tripped into him. She hadn't realized he had been that close to her. His arms encircled her to keep her standing, immediately. "I'm not going back to the Order till Dumbledore gets a good fret about it. He's the one who wouldn't…..you know that you're hair is very greasy?" she giggled as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard, even though she was the one who said it.

"Ms. Peters," She rolled her eyes and pushed him limply away. He grabbed her arm suddenly. "You will return with me." He tried to pull her but she resisted. "I would rather not fight you, Ms. Peters. Come with me back to the house."

"Screw you, I ain't going." She snapped before stomping on his foot. He cursed as she giggled madly, moving away from him. She brought her bottle to her lips to take another drink when suddenly it flew from her hand. For a moment she didn't realize it and was wondering why no liquid was coming out when she realized her bottle was gone. She looked at the only other person on the street. "HEY! That's mine!"

"You don't need it." She glared at him before turning on her heel and marching away (actually it was more like staggered stomping), back in the direction of the liquor store. "Ms. Peters, you are drunk and have no business wondering Britain's streets in this condition."

She flipped another crude jester at him. She stopped after a moment and blinked turning to face him. "I'm not going back to the Order so leave me alone and go screw Voldemort,"

"Don't say his name," he hissed.

She giggled madly. "What name? Voldemort?' He winced again. "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldie-Voldie, Voldemort!" She laughed at his reaction. He grabbed her arm gruffly. She tried to pull her arm away but couldn't, the smile disappearing from her face. "Let me go,"

"No, lets go," he tried to pull her back towards the Order's headquarters.

"NO!" she kicked him in the groin and then took off running. She could hear him cursing behind her as she ran. She turned a sharp corner into an alleyway and leaned against the wall panting.

"You running from something?"

She looked towards the voice and saw a rather ugly and mean looking Muggle smile at her, a large knife glinting in the moon's light. "Yeah, a wizard who doesn't wash his hair and is an insufferable ass-hole."

He came closer to her, her brain sending of 'danger' signals as he stood next to her. He looked horrible. Well if he does try to attack me I still have magic I can use. She thought idly as he smiled menacing at her. "Wizard did you say?"

"Yeah. I'm witch. You wanna see?" Okay, now she was beginning to believe Snape, she had to be drunk.

"Sure, I'm a wizard you know, cause I'm gonna bewitch you." He said leaning closer.

She grinned and tried to send him flying back but panicked when it didn't work. Why wasn't it working? She tried again. It didn't work. "Crap, hand magic doesn't work unless you concentrate…maybe I have had too much to drink." She muttered, not realizing that she voiced this out loud.

He leered at her, his eyes wondering up and down her body. "Too much to drink?"

She glanced at him, realizing the situation. "Um…no…I…have to go." She started to move away when he grabbed her by the arms. She squeaked in horror and tried to fight him but was in shock to find along with everything else, her strength had diminished because of how much alcohol she had consumed. "Let me go!"

"Don't fight it, you'll like it."

"Screw you!" she exclaimed searching for her wand. She paled. It wasn't there. Her mind flashed to where Snape had caught her from falling.

"That's what I plan to do." He grinned and lowered his disgusting mouth onto hers. She beat her fists against him but one poke with the knife she froze as he pulled away. "See that wasn't too bad now was it?"

She stared at him recoiling into the wall. At the moment she longed, no wished, that Richard wasn't dead and prayed that he would come running around the corner and curse this Muggle into oblivion. But there's no one coming. You killed him. A nasty voice in her head said. She focused on the man again he was unbuttoning his pants.

On an impulse she shouted as loud as she could (which was pretty loud). "SEVERUS SNAPE YOU BETTER GET YOUR GREASY ASS OVER HERE!"

The man was in shock for a moment but the moment she started the word her, his hand came flying across the space between them and connected with her cheek. She hit the wall and gasped in pain. "You keep that mouth shut or I'll sew it shut."

"You don't have any thread or needles." She said stupidly.

He pointed the knife at her. "Shut your mouth." He pronounced each word as if stood alone.

She could feel her insides shutter as she heard distantly someone walking towards the alley. She had to keep this ass of a Muggle distracted so she kicked her foot out and gasped when he caught it and twisted her to the ground, his body on top of her.

"Ow," she moaned. She felt the affects of the alcohol begin to work. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! her thoughts screamed. She could not black out now! But even as she was thinking it the night became darker and darker till she blacked out.

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She shifted and burrowed under the covers, a smile tracing her lips, perfectly content for another two hours of sleep. Half way back into the dream she was having she realized something. She was lying on a bed. Her eyes flew opened she sat up quickly. She was asleep on a bed with black curtains held away so they exposed the room. She glanced at herself, she was still fully clothed but, yuck, what is that smell? She thought wrinkling her nose. It smells like whiskey. She thought holding her head, which was throbbing in pulses. Oh god it's me…I stink…

This was definitely not the Order's headquarters, so where was she? Her mind flashed immediately to the alleyway. She glanced at her body and didn't find anything out of the normal…what happened? She started to do the one thing she thought she'd never do again: panic.

The door opened and in walked her worst nightmare. Severus Snape glanced at her his face was expressionless. She swallowed hard and felt the bruise on her cheek from where the Muggle hit her. "How did I get here?" she questioned uncertainly.

"I brought you," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember?" he asked. The calmness in his voice made her uneasy as she shook her head. "You had been drinking and passed out on the sidewalk."

She shook her head and then made a mental note not to do it again. "No, the alleyway. What happened? Did he, did the man…" She could tell by his reaction he did not expect her to remember the alleyway. She knew she probably was betraying how young she was in reality by the panic on her face and the tears forming in her eyes. Was she raped? Why wouldn't he answer her?

"If you don't calm down you might pass out again, your system still isn't clear of all the alcohol you drank." Snape warned her walking towards her.

Kathleen didn't care at the moment. Maybe if she passed out, when she woke up it would have all been a horrible, horrible nightmare. "Was, was I….I mean, did you…" she wasn't even aware she had started to hyperventilate until Snape sat next to her.

"Calm down, Ms. Peters. You were not violated." Her shining brown eyes held his cold black ones. She wasn't sure if she believed him. "Trust me, Ms. Peters. I got there in time."

She looked away, her defenses rebuilding themselves and her mask starting to go back on. She touched her head and winced. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and wrinkled her nose again. That horrid smell of whiskey was coming from her. "Where am I?"

"I see you don't know everything," Snape smirked.

"Asshole," she muttered. "You stole my wand."

"I thought it was necessary,"

"If I had my wand I wouldn't have been attacked." He did not comment but merely stood up. "Where's my wand and where the hell am I?"

"Not so brave without your wand?"

"Ha, ha, ha, I can do wandless magic grease ball. It'll work now," She snapped standing up and as if to prove her point she waved her hand and a glass of water appeared. Unfortunately her head was pounding too much for her to even enjoy the look on the potions teacher's face. "Do you have anything for—oh never mind." She started before looking at him. "Return to owner," she ordered and suddenly her wand came flying out of Severus Snape's robes and into her hand. She smirked and walked away from him, she had to get to her suitcase and get that hangover potion she had. She didn't normally drink but when she did, she'd never stop.

"Where do you think you're going?"

This was getting ridicules, her head was throbbing and this Order member wasn't making it any better, not that he wanted to though. "I'm going to find out where I am and then I'm going to get my headache reliever from my suitcase and then I'm going to kick your ass into hell for tormenting me."

"Ms. Peters," started Snape.

"Shut up!" she ordered. He frowned at her. "I'm at Hogwarts, aren't I?" she asked as she recognized the lay out of Snape's personal chambers.

"Yes." He said shortly.

She looked at the fire then at Snape, remembering the events of the previous night. "Why…why did you help me?" she asked quietly.

He looked surprised. "You're not serious?"'

She shrugged sitting down in the chair near the fire, easy escape if I need it. She thought. "I know…" she frowned, sighing slightly. "I know some people who might have…they would have…"

"Are you so sure of that?"

She shook her head. "They've never cared in the past, they wouldn't have then." Kathleen swallowed hard, staring off to the side. "Why did you help me? After the lie you spun to the Order about why I kicked you,"

"You were in danger,"

"You're point?" she looked at him. "You're a Death Eater. You must have watched hundreds of…tortures without interfering with people you hated less than myself before you became a spy."

"That is of no consequence."

She stared at him. "I don't understand it. Why would you do something good for someone you hate?" she stood, shaking her head. "It doesn't make any sense." And with that she stepped into the fire and disappeared to her location leaving Snape standing in his rooms staring after her.