Disclaimer.
J.K Rowling went out one day so I took her characters out to play.
We ran around, they laughed with glee,
All this fun and she works for free!

Okay, here you go – another chapter out before my vacation is finished. The chapter finishes on a cliffie but please, no flames yet – wait till the next chapter.

Just wondering if some of my original reviewers are still there – Say hi if you are.

Thanks again Mark Darcy.

A special thanks to Shadownight – I'm humbled by your comments and yes I had a thought about an original fic inspired by my grandmother's childhood – We'll see.

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"Harry told me what happened in your last class today." Phaelan said as she sipped hot spiced cider while sitting cross legged on Severus' bed.

With a sardonic grin, Severus sipped from his own mug, "I'm sure everyone in the school has heard the tale by now."

"What happened with Dumbledore?" Phaelan asked.

"Suspended, he has sent her home for the remainder of this week. She will return Monday." He replied.

Phaelan scowled, "That's it? A few missed classes; that's a slap on the wrist. He could have died."

Severus sighed, "I know, but anything more would have brought in the Ministry and a hearing. This punishment is for disrupting the class and interfering with another students work."

"Pardon my ignorance but why would that be a bad thing?" Phaelan wondered.

"If the investigation would have been carried out by Auror's other than Shacklebolt and Tonks, we would have risked exposing the DA training. We don't need ministry people in the school snooping around. It causes more trouble than not." He replied. "Don't worry, the rest of my seventh years also paid for their part in it. They all knew about it of course."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Filch should have the shiniest floor in the Great Hall after they're all done hand polishing it." Snape smirked.

"Even Draco?" she asked knowing that he had forced the confession.

"He's supervising – he could have prevented it but didn't." Severus put his empty mug on the small table before stretching out on the bed once more.

Leaning over him, Phaelan set her mug down beside his and heard him say "Nox" to darken the room again.

As Phaelan had reached across his chest, Severus felt her breasts brush him and he felt the heat in his groin grow again. When she rolled to her back he rolled with her and opened her legs with his knees. Holding her arms over her head, he brought his 'Friend' to lay at her most sensitive spot and felt her warmth grow.

"Besides, Slytherin's never let an action pass with out giving it due regard and if necessary a reward or consequence." He murmured as he stimulated both of them with gentle motion.

Phaelan had closed her eyes to focus on the sensations he was creating.

Opening her eyes, Phaelan smiled at him before asking, "So Master of Slytherin, is this my reward for my action this evening."

"Indeed, my practical one," he teased. "Quite fitting wouldn't you say?"

"And Pansy, will she be on the receiving end of some just rewards?" Phaelan asked.

"I would wager that at this very moment preparations are underway for her reception upon her return." He replied with a sneer.

"You're a cruel man Severus Snape."

"Thank you, one tries ones best."
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"It's much longer." Lavender insisted.

"No, just more even." Parvati rejoined.

"It looks better longer; it fits him for some reason." Said Lavender as she looked at her manicure and adjusted the charm to do her cuticles.

"I wonder if he'll grow it any longer?" mused Parvati as she charmed her toenails a different colour.

"I wonder if he has much hair anywhere else." Lavender pondered the attributes of the Potions Master.

Hermione entered her dorm after a visit to the library. Dumping her books on her desk she turned to look at her roomies and saw their thoughtful expressions.

"What are you two dreaming about? I know it's not NEWT's" she asked.

"Snape." Lavender replied cryptically.

"Snape. Whatever are you thinking about him for?" asked Hermione as she undressed for bed.

"Have you looked at him recently?" asked Parvati.

Hermione thought about it. "Yeah, what about him?"

"His hair, Hermione, it looks…good." Said Lavender in an exasperated tone. "And, he looks better. The bags under his eyes aren't as big. Like he's sleeping or something."

Hermione bit her cheek to stop herself from smirking.

"I know what it is." Said Parvati with a suggestive smile on her face. "I bet he's getting it."

Lavender and Parvati fell back on their beds clutching their sides laughing.

"Maybe it's Trelawney." Suggested Hermione knowing the reaction it would garner.

"Hermione!" gasped Lavender, "How could you even suggest such a thing." Aghast at the thought of someone she worshipped having an affair with the Bat of the Dungeons.

"I always thought she could use a good shag to bring her back to reality." Hermione quipped.

"That's just disgusting, Hermione Granger. You might as well suggest Professor McKenzie. Like anyone with any kind of self respect would have anything to do with Snape that way." Spat Parvati.

"What ever." Hermione finally said before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and laugh in private.

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Thursday night. All week girls had been pestering Phaelan about their costumes for Saturday night. How old did they think she was anyway? It got so bad, she flooed back to her flat to get a photograph album and left it with Hermione just to get some peace and quiet.

Phaelan yawned and scratched her back with her pen. With a deep sigh she returned to the sixth year's papers on the development of the telephone and telecommunications. Lists, all she got were a pile of lists telling her when,what and who and for the grand finale, the conclusion they all came to was that people could communicate faster. One damn sentence.

Pinching her nose in frustration like someone else, Phaelan re-read the assignment; trace the history of telephones and telecommunications and discuss its impact on modern Muggle society. Boy, she must have been out of it Monday to get back crap like this. Then again…no, the essays were crap regardless of how pathetic her class was Monday. She rubbed her eyes again.

"You'd better watch yourself girl, you're starting to look like Severus." Declared Professor Sprout as she entered the staff room.

Phaelan looked up and stifling another yawn replied, "Damn sixth years: I think I'm beginning to realize why he calls the students Dunderheads. I swear they don't think."

Pomona laughed, "Except for a very few they only want to get through sixth year. There are no OWLS or NEWT's to prepare for. They're just killing time."

"There has to be something that will make them sit up and take notice." Phaelan thought aloud. What made her want to learn when she was a teen? Rewards – a carrot on a stick.
The light came on in Phaelan's brain – a field trip. That's what they needed – a trip away from the school. Now what and where and how to relate it to her curriculum; how to get permission would be the bigger problem.

Looking at the clock, Phaelan noticed it was time to head to the Room of Requirement. She was meeting with Neville and Padma's groups. It was time to assess how far their skills level had developed to so far. She dropped off her books in her rooms before heading up to the transfigured gym. When she entered she saw a nervous Neville in a huddle with his team and Padma leading her group through stretches.

Clapping her hands, Phaelan called for attention. "All right, everybody in a circle please. Hurry up I would like to get some sleep tonight." She ordered and walked to the centre of the circle.

"Good. I know you've all been working with Shacklebolt and Tonks for the past several weeks on basic self defence and attack. I just want to see where your level of ability lies and what if anything you feel you need work on." She turned looking at each of them in turn. "Well, let's just jump in then – Corner you first."

She indicated Michael Corner should come forward. Michael had grown up quite nicely and stood well over Phaelan at slightly less than six feet with weight proportionate to height. His workouts since September had started to show on his chest and arms which he proudly displayed while wearing his tank style undershirt.

"Okay, I am Bellatrix Lestrange and I'm unarmed and so are you. Now what?" Phaelan challenged.

Michael looked uncomfortable and looked around at his peers. "I don't want to hurt you ma,am."

"Come on little boy show me what you have learned." Phaelan challenged again. Michael still hesitated.

Phaelan walked forward and shoved Michael on the chest with every insult she passed.. "You're a wimp. A wet dish rag. You're afraid of a Muggle woman. You couldn't defend your self against a Bogart. Does mummy still choose Fred Flintstone underpants? Are you some other mans bit on the side?" she laughed and finally got a reaction as he yelled and grabbed her only to find himself face down with his arm twisted painfully up his back.

"Alrighty then." Called Phaelan as she got up from sitting on Michael Corner's back. "That ended our review – Never attack in anger. You'll just screw yourself. Next?" She called waiting for her second victim. "Longbottom." She smiled at the group leader.

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Severus was making his usual nightly patrol of the halls in search of hormonal teens panting in desire while pursuing their pathetic little trysts. It was a satisfying evening loosing 50 points a piece for Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. For those in his house he caught he assigned detention.

While many thought he was easy on his Slytherin's they had no idea of what a Slytherin house detention entailed. The reading, writing and basic arithmetic he assigned over and above the usual homework left little time for fun in Slytherin, but many of those who passed through his house secretly thanked Severus Snape for the basic education that they had missed as young children. He was part of the reason Slytherin's succeeded where others foundered. Crabbe and Goyle had yet to figure this out but he only hoped they lived long enough to say "Piss off Snape" as many did when they saw him after leaving school.

Taking a final turn he climbed the stairs to Phaelan's tower, as he now thought of it. There was a figure standing there but it was too tall for Phaelan. As he approached, he saw it was Malfoy.

"I'm surprised you have the energy Draco; did you finish the exercise I assigned?" Severus sneered.

Casting a glance at the man who knew him better than his own father, Draco sat on the parapets edge and leaned on the wall.

"Spare me Uncle, I could have done that work before I came to Hogwarts." He said sullenly.

With a sigh, Severus sat on the ledge facing him, "I know Draco but I can't make an exception."

"It's all a bloody waste of time isn't it? All this study and preparation for living as an adult. Let's face it, most of us know what jobs we'll get when we leave here." Draco finally spat.

"I thought you had grown out of adolescent fits of pique, Draco. Is this some kind of regression in your behaviour?" teased Snape in Slytherin fashion.

Draco turned and looked at Snape eye to eye. "You see them everyday. They act like this is all some big bloody game. Can't they see what's coming? Their fathers are just like mine, just like…..you? Or are you like them any more; I don't know." Said Draco clearly confused.

"What do you mean Draco?" asked Snape quietly.

"These past two years, the things you've said and the advice you've given. Not just to me but others as well. It's like you don't believe in the cause anymore; like you don't follow His teachings." Draco tried to phrase his confusion.

Severus took a deep breath of cold night air and made a decision.

"Draco," Snape began, "When I was your age, there was a rift between my father and I that was never repaired. He was a pureblood but his actions and habits defiled the name of Snape and I was forever sullied by his memory. After leaving school in June 1978, I moved to the streets of Muggle London. I had no intentions of returning home to him or his depravations. His actions had sent my mother to an early grave and almost bankrupted our estates."

Snape stood and looked out over the dark landscape around the castle. "If you have studied it at all, you would know from Muggle studies about Raves. It was rather a counter culture to the Disco generation; a protest against society. An empty warehouse with open space became fair game for a party. And of course what's a party without something to make you feel good. I made a comfortable living dispensing magic mushroom and various other intoxicants. I even had a share in the production of Ecstasy we sold out of Chelsea. Everything I saw reinforced my belief that Muggles were fools."

Sitting back down he faced Draco again, "I got drunk one night and had decided to honour one of the women who hung around with us with my favours. As we went to my flat, what should we stumble across but a group of masked and cloaked men. They were using that particular back alley as a meeting place. Your father was there and recognized me, saving me from an early demise. They took me with them along with the girl; I don't remember where they disposed of her." Snape paused to gather his thoughts.

"I took the mark two weeks later and turned my skills to working for the Dark Lord who took the proceeds from my sales for his own use as my contribution. As time went by, I became a symbol of the Gothic culture to my Muggle contacts. I dressed in black and walked around like the Muggle idea of a Vampire. It suited my purposes."

Snape thought before continuing, "You know Draco, my father was dead three months before I found out. An owl from the solicitor's in Diagon Alley finally found me. I was the sole heir to an estate of nothing. I sold Snape castle to a Muggle who is still trying to make a go of it. I kept the Manor solely because there was income from three tenants. I was now The Snape so I moved up in rank. He Who Must Not Be Named then began to demand more and more of my time when he discovered my talents with certain curses. Curses I learned at the knee of my esteemed sire."

"Look at me Draco," Snape asked in a quiet yet compelling voice. "I revelled in my power for almost three years until the night I saw one of the young women I had met at a Rave pulled from her bed along with her parents and younger brother. He was a wizard who had just got his letter. The children watched as we raped their mother and tortured their father to death. Then this young counter culture maven tried to help her little brother escape. The girl was used as her brother watched and then the Lestranges used the boy for target practise." He paused and closed his eyes. "They were poor people Draco, they had nothing. They dreamed of a future for their youngest child. We tortured and killed them because they, Muggles, had the gall to have issue who was created a wizard."

Snape let the silence between them grow.

Draco looked at his godfather and realized he really didn't know the man at all. The truth just entrusted to Draco could be Snape's death sentence. That he Draco, had been trusted with such confidence left him speechless.

"Uncle, when did you really turn against them?" was all Draco could get out.

"September 1981." Snape replied remembering his desperate plea to Dumbledore in an attempt to save Lily.

Draco came and knelt in front of his godfather, "Tell me what I need to do Uncle. I don't want to hate myself."

Snape closed his eyes again and gave a silent thanks to the elements for their guidance.

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Phaelan sat on her sofa relaxing. She really had to start working out more because the exercise with the two teams had left her stiff and sore. She hadn't even spoken to Severus since Wednesday morning. They had missed each other at meals and in the halls. It didn't look as though she would see him tonight either.

Phaelan had started to doze off on her sofa when Dobby appeared.

"Miss." He ventured in a soft voice unsuccessfully. "Miss." He tried again tapping her knee.

Phaelan started and looked around. She saw Dobby in front of her standing expectantly rubbing his hands together.

"What is it Dobby? I was ready to go to bed." Phaelan asked.

"Miss, Master Snape is acting most…strange." Said the elf in confusion.

"Um.How strange Dobby?" Phaelan asked still trying to shake off sleep.

Dobby stepped closer as if to share a secret. "He is weeping miss. Master is very quiet but he is weeping."

Phaelan thought about what Dobby had said. Severus didn't cry even when in pain. She needed to go to him.

"Dobby, have Polly prepare my things for tomorrow." Phaelan ordered before changing into her warm night gown and flooing to Snape's chambers.

Severus didn't look up as the flames in the fire turned green. He knew the bond would drive the elf to bring her. Phaelan looked at her dark lover sitting on his sofa; head drooped and arms wrapped about his torso.

"Severus, what's wrong?" she asked cautiously as she approached.

Severus inhaled with a shuddering breath and raised his head to look at his lady. His eyes were swollen with tears and his cheeks were tinted pink with emotion.

"He has turned from the dark Phaelan. He wants to know how to serve the light." Snape said as though in a trance.

"Who Severus?" Phaelan asked as she stroked his hair.

"Draco. He understands."

"Severus, have you spoken to Dumbledore?" asked Phaelan.

Severus stopped her hand in his hair. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea what the old bastard would do?" he spat vehemently.

Phaelan paused and thought for several minutes; there were several speculations that required analysis. As Phaelan sorted through the possible options, she realized what Severus meant.

"He'd have Draco take the mark to have another spy." She finally said putting words to his fear. Taking a deep breath, Phaelan prepared herself to voice another truth he wouldn't like.

"Severus, what does Draco want to do? Did you tell him what would happen if Dumbledore found out? Was it his decision to keep this from the Headmaster?"

Snape stood and walked away from her to stand with his hands on his hips. "I told him to keep his mouth shut and his head down. I'll find a way to get him out of the country when school is finished." He said with finality while wiping his hand over his face.

"Severus, answer my questions. What does Draco want? What options did you give him?" She demanded.

"He's my godson, he'll do what I tell him to." He spat.

"Draco is a young man who has made a difficult decision. He needs options on how he can get on with the rest of his life. You can't make the choice for him." Phaelan stood and faced Severus. "If you try to treat him as his father has done in the past, he'll come to hate you."

Looking at her with eyes blazing in anger, Severus grabbed her arms. "I will not allow him to be harmed. I will keep him out of this fight if it's the last thing I do." He yelled while pointing his finger in her face.

Phaelan didn't back down. Taking his face in her hands, she brought her truth to bear, "It's too late for that, don't you see? He's already in the middle of the fight. He IS the fight. You can't protect him from himself or his father. Anything, ANYTHING he does will have repercussions AND he influences others in your House. Think again man." She shouted in his face. Turning away from him, she walked to the fireplace.

"Phaelan," she heard her name called just before she would have flooed to her chambers. It was almost a whisper. Closing her eyes, she turned to look upon the back of the tormented man.

"Don't leave." He asked in the same voice.

Suddenly, he felt her arms wrap around him from behind and her body press against his back.

"I'm here Severus, I'm here."

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The traffic on the Great North Road inched by the red 1985 Yugo Cabriolet sitting off to the side with a flat tire. Two men hurriedly jacked up the vehicle to switch out the punctured tire with the spare before the police, AA or RAC should happen by. As soon as the last bolt was tightened, the punctured tire was cast aside and the jack thrown in the boot. With a muttered prayer the driver turned the key in the ignition.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Phinnius why did we have to pick up this jammy. It's fechin awful." Exclaimed Liam as his partner made his way back into the traffic.

"We had to get rid of the van Liam. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Who'd look twice at these wheels." Phinnius told his sidekick.

"Aye, only two fechin culchies like us." Liam muttered.

"Right then, you have the address for lodgin's your man gave us." Phinnius asked.

"All right here in me pocket Phin. When will we go to the RAF base?"

"You say she appeared on a Saturday?" Phin asked.

"Aye, before lunch." He replied.

"Then we'll head there Saturday morning." Phin decided.

"Good, I hate waiting for action." Liam replied rubbing his hands together.

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Phaelan went to the Great Hall for breakfast before leaving for her appointment to fly. Pouring herself coffee, she smiled remembering her obligation to fly and the requirement to take her potion were, calendar wise, connected. So much pleasure at the same time of the month as long as Severus was dispensing the potion along with…well as long as he was dispensing pleasure.

The prefects along with Hermione and Draco were set up at tables to the side of the room giving out wristbands with the number each student was assigned for the auction. Phaelan was pleased at the variety of options for the students.

The professors all offered tutoring for minimal amounts and the shops in Hogsmeade offered small tokens that could probably be afforded by even the first years. Low value offerings would be targeted towards the younger crowd for the most part except for Mr. Filch's donations which would be offered over three different time periods. The higher value offerings of Madam Malkin, Phaelan and Madam Hooch who had offered tickets to the Chudley Cannons; were available to staff and students alike throughout the day.

Phaelan returned to her chambers to floo to her flat before leaving to fulfil her obligation. Just as she was adjusting her flight suit, Snape's head appeared in the fireplace of her chambers.

"Severus, I don't need your presence every time I go to my flat to pick up my car." Phaelan said acerbically as she stood looking down at him with her hands on her hips.

"Can I come through Miss Crabby?" he spat back in the same tone.

"S'pose so." She replied, turning back to her bag on the table.

Stepping through he dusted the soot from his robes and approached her back. Bending forward he placed a kiss on her neck below her right ear.

"Mmm," she muttered, "Maybe we should have set up a Kissing Booth. We could make a fortune out of you and your lips." She smiled and turned to kiss him properly.

"I think not." He said archly, "My manly favours are rationed only to those I deem worthy."

"So I'm privileged then." Phaelan kissed him one last time.

"Indeed." He smirked, "But, I did not come to debate my kissing technique. Come outside with me."

"Severus I need to go." Phaelan whined.

"I know how long it takes, you have plenty of time. Catch up on your damned computer after you fly." Severus took her hand and pulled her to the exit grabbing her robes on the way.

"What is it?" she demanded as he helped her into the warm robes outside her door.

"Wait and see." He replied mysteriously as he led her by the elbow to the entrance hall.

"You there, stop running like maniacs." He bellowed at some poor Hufflepuff first years.

"Where is everyone going Severus?" Phaelan asked as more and more students poured out of the school.

"Over there by Hagrid." He pointed and made his way through the throng of students' robes which parted like the Red Sea before him.

"Any minute now." Said a beaming Hagrid accompanied by Dumbledore and the trio of friends.

"He's not likely to remember you Hagrid, he was only a baby." Hermione warned the huge man.

"Codswallop. You know what they say…Oh 'ere he comes." Hagrid pointed to a spot in the sky where a speck was growing ever larger.

The excited murmurs grew louder around Phaelan who couldn't make out what they were talking about. Something about Norway and ridges. She kept her eyes focused on the approaching figure and watched as it grew larger by the second. Finally, Phaelan could make out a huge flying creature which was now coasting towards them up the length of the loch.

The excitement continued to grow and Phaelan figured the whole school was likely now out standing on the grass. The murmurs had turned to yells and excited gestures.

Severus turned and looked at a particularly loud group who happened to be Slytherin.

"You there!" he yelled, "Comport yourself with the propriety befitting your house or you won't see daylight till Christmas."

The students in earshot all took the hint and quieted down…a bit. Phaelan then realized what it was that raised the excitement level to Quidditch heights. It was a Dragon and sitting astride its back was a man.

"Oh would you look at 'im, "declared Hagrid "Ain't he lovely. Look at 'is scales shining in the sunlight. 'Allo Norbert. Welcome 'ome." He shouted as Dumbledore patted his back – his shoulder was a bit too high.

"Everyone stay behind the pickets." Called Draco, who with Hermione and the prefects, was marshalling the students on the green.

The huge beast touched lightly down and settled on the grass. It looked around the gathered crowd then raised its head and issued a burst of flame scorching the grass in front of it. The man on the back slid off to the ground and talked quietly to the dragon that appeared to listen.

Phaelan had been silent until this point and had stood, her mouth agape, watching in awe.

"Severus, that is a dragon." She pointed out needlessly.

"I'm awed by your powers of observation." teased Snape.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed quietly forgetting to return his barb for once.

The rider strode towards them and took off the old fashioned pilots cap and goggles to reveal the red hair of a Weasley.

"Hello Phaelan, Snape. Hello Hagrid, ready to go see Norbert?" Charley Weasley asked the gentle man.

"Lead on Charley, lead on." Said Hagrid needing no encouragement as he followed Charley out to the beast that was now lying quietly.

As they approached, the dragon turned to watch the two men. It canted its head to the side to get a better look. Charley reached out and took the harness in his hands and allowed Hagrid to step closer. Reaching out, Hagrid patted the side of the dragon's head

Turning back to look at the Headmaster he said, "Look, 'e remembered who his mummy was."

Ron had moved to stand beside Snape and restrain the younger students who were peaking around his robes.

"Shit." Exclaimed Ron suddenly.

"Language Weasley." Snape growled.

"No really sir, look Dragon sh…. Dung." Ron changed his words at Snape's glare but pointed to the hind end of Norbert where a fragrant still steaming pile of fresh manure now lay.

"Watch yourself then or Professor Sprout will have you and the 'Boy who lived to shovel it' volunteer to deliver it in the Muggle manner." Quipped Snape.

"That was amazing, Severus." Said Phaelan still awed at the sight of the mythical creature. "Thank you."

"They're visiting until Wednesday." Severus told her, "I just found out an hour ago."

Sighing Phaelan turned back to the castle, "I really have to go now." She said.

"I could apparate you to the airfield if you want. It would save a great deal of time."

"Where though?" she asked.

"There is a shed in the public parking area. How about behind there?"

"Okay. All right then, I need to get my bag. Oh, how will you know when to pick me up?" she asked as they walked back to the castle.

"Ah well, you see there is something about the sigil you wear I didn't tell you about." He told her.

"Which is?" she asked.

"It tells me where you are. When I ask it." He said carefully.

Stopping, Phaelan turned to look at him. "You can always know where I am? What else haven't you told me?"

Severus looked uncomfortable, "Can we discuss this in your chambers?" he took her elbow and led the way.

Once there, Phaelan turned and looked at him. "Well?"

"The courtship charm is very old. It was devised in a time when a woman was, well, not equal to a man." He began.

"Go on. "She urged.

"It was meant to ensure the fidelity of the lady who was bound to the courtier."

"And what about the man?" Phaelan asked

"Well, in those times, men were men…"

"And sheep were nervous." She quipped annoyed at what he had revealed.

"Phaelan, sometimes you are quite crude." He chided.

"Does the charm tell you when I'm not behaving like a lady? You knew what I could get up to before you courted me." She was really only annoyed but she wanted to see him squirm a little.

"I have never used the charm in such a fashion. I only ever would if I felt you were in danger Phaelan. You know you have my trust and …much more." He said softly, pulling her into an embrace.

"Severus Snape, you devious, Machiavellian, chauvinist bastard." She declared.

"My parents were legally married." He retorted into the bend of her neck.

"What else have you kept secret from me?" she giggled as he tickled her ear.

He smiled when he realized she really hadn't been angry, "One should never reveal all things at once. It makes the path to discovery of ones lover all the more fun."

"Dance with me tonight?" she asked changing the subject.

"What?" he asked confused.

"It's the Halloween ball. I was wondering if you will dance with me." She repeated.

"Bloody Halloween. I don't dance Phaelan. Not in front of the dunderheads." He declared.

"We'll see. "she said cryptically, "Now, I need to get to my airplane Snape."

"Madam," he said offering his arm before they left her chambers for the apparition point.

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"What time did you see her Liam?" Phinnius asked as he watched for a woman in US Uniform to walk across the parking lot.

"'Twas about lunch time, Phin. She was coming off the flight line and into the Mess. Over there." Liam pointed to the low slung building.

"There she is Phin." Indicated Liam.

Looking at his watch, Phinnius saw it was nine o'clock. She had finally appeared and made her way towards the security entrance across the street.

"Liam, she didn't come in a car. Some one must have brought her."

"Look down there Phin there's a shed. Someone could bring her in and nobody would see them." Liam pointed

"Well, if that's where she arrived that's likely where she'll leave from in a couple of hours. Now, lets get some tea." Phinnius decided.

Starting the Yugo, Phinnius drove to a café where the pair waited in comfort. Two hours later they returned to park in the public parking area. At one o'clock on the dot, Severus Snape appeared in the space behind the maintenance shed and looked for Phaelan. The wizard had transformed his robes to a trench coat to look more like a Muggle in case he was seen.

Phaelan walked back to the shed to meet Severus. She had the photographs from the previous month when Severus had been with her and was anxious to share them. Looking towards the shed she didn't notice the two men who got out of the Yugo parked to her right.

"Hey miss, do you know the way to Diagon Alley?" she heard a voice call out.

Shocked, Phaelan turned to her right and saw the smiling man. At the same moment the muzzle of a gun was pressed into her back.

"Let's join your friend down at the far end, shall we?" Phinnius jerked his head in the direction of the shed.

With Liam close behind her with the gun, Phaelan made her way towards her Dark Wizard.

"What do you want?" she asked. "Where did you hear of Diagon Alley?"

The gun prodded her in the back, "Shut up and walk."

As they reached the shed Severus stepped out. He hadn't seen the two men accost Phaelan and his wand was still in his robes.

Pushing Phaelan against the wall, Liam held the gun to her head.

"Well, if it's not the very one." Exclaimed Phinnius with a smile.

"You." Snape said, recognizing them immediately.

"Aw, ye remembered." Sneered Liam. "Isn't that nice Phin.

"Aye and I bet he remembers that his Lord wasn't very happy with him. Was he wizard?" taunted Phinnius. "Take out yer wand and put it at yer feet ever so slowly. No tricks or we'll take her head off.

Snape obeyed.

"Good, now stand on it." Phinnius ordered.

Again, Snape complied. "What do you want?" Snape asked.

"Well now seein' as you're askin', we need a little help to get out of our present predicament." Phinnius said in a light tone. "You be good to us and we'll keep your little secret about your Muggle.

Snape laughed. "My Muggle is no secret. My lord and brethren know of my relationship."

"Do they, well, what if they were told about the real relationship you have. The one where you love her and she loves you and how you'll do anything to protect her." Phinnius watched the wizard for a reaction.

Crossing his arms, Snape sneered at them, "Fools, she is my Muggle toy. I get to play with her and fuck her when I feel like it. She likes to feel like a slut and I oblige her by leaving her with bruises. She's cheaper than a whore."

"Ah well then, ye'll have no problem with us getting rid of her then. Liam. " Phinnius nodded at him.

Liam took aim at her head and prepared to pull the trigger.

"Wait." Snape shouted as he watched Phaelan's eyes. "What do you want?"

"Money and a way out of this Godless country." Phinnius told him, "Twenty-four hours, no more and we'll keep your toy until you pay up."

"How do I contact you?" Snape asked.

"Phone at this number. " Phinnius passed a scrap of paper. "We'll tell you where then."

"How much?" he finally asked.

"From a wealthy squire such as yourself let's say twenty thousand Galleons half and half. Convert half to pounds." Phinnius instructed.

"Alright, I need to get to my vault." Snape hadn't yet taken his eyes off of Phaelan.

Phaelan shook her head. "Don't do this Severus. Don't let them get away."

"Isn't she sweet? Shut the fuck up bitch." Liam pressed the muzzle into her head.

"Do what ye have to but hurry." Phinnius pulled hand cuffs and a bag from his pocket, Grabbing Phaelan's' arms he forced her to her knees twisting her arms behind her back and cuffing them. From the bag he pulled out a rag which he pressed to Phaelan's nose while he held her head. Phaelan tried to pull her head away but she succumbed to the chloroform in the rag.

Stepping in front of her while Liam still held the gun to her head. Phinnius indicated Snape should pick up his wand.

"Now run along and be a good wizard or she dies." Phinnius instructed as he blocked Phaelan from him.

With a final look, Severus apparated. Phinnius waited with Phaelan while Liam got the car and brought it closer. As they bundled her into the car, they didn't see the dark wizard watching from atop the shed where he lay with a smile flitting across his lips.

A/N - why did we have to pick up this jammy. It's fechin awful."
Why did we have to choose this car to steal, it's fking awful.

only two fechin culchies like us
Only two fking country bumpkins like us