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A small chapter to clean up loose ends – next time – the Grangers travel to the US!
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After leaving Privet Drive, Phaelan decided to head directly to Mildenhall to submit the paperwork. Even though it was Sunday, there would still be administrative staff around. Harry was bemused at his current circumstance. While he had worked with the Professors in the Order since his first year, he'd never actually had any teacher go to bat for him like McKenzie. She didn't have to get the papers signed so he could fly, she didn't have to intervene in the law suit but she had. Was there a hidden agenda, he wondered.
"I like your car Professor." Harry opened.
Phaelan looked at him sideways, "Wrong title Potter."
"Oh yeah, sorry, I mean Lieutenant Commander." He managed.
Phaelan smiled. "Don't worry Harry, why don't you call me Phaelan while we're out of earshot of everyone one who would give a shit about titles."
Harry returned her smile, "Phaelan, I like that name. What does it mean?" he asked.
"My mother told me it's derived from a Gaelic name meaning Fierce Little Wolf. It's unusual, I'll give you that." She replied.
"Not like plain old Harry. You'd think with a name like mine I'd disappear into a crowd. I wish I could." He finished quietly.
"It's a name held in awe by a lot of witches and wizards." She told him.
Harry snorted, "They're welcome to it. I'd rather just be…Harry."
Phaelan looked at the tousle-haired young man who had lost his childhood before he was three years old.
"Living up to everyone else's expectations is a pain in the butt most of the time." She told him. "You don't get the chance to just be yourself. 'We're relying on you to come through. We know you can do it, you can't stop now.' Sound familiar?" she asked him sliding a glance his way. "Or the best guilt trip, 'You are the only one that can do this, if you fail, you fail your country, how can you disappoint them.'"
Harry was looking at the Muggle beside him. "How did you know? I mean I haven't heard those exact words but the thoughts behind the comments I got were the same."
Phaelan sighed, "That story is an ocean away and half a lifetime ago, Harry. Never mind. Hope you're hungry, I'm starving."
Harry said no more on the subject, but was puzzled at the odd teacher beside him. They talked about music and the differences between Muggle and Wizard lifestyles until they reached the airbase. Phaelan showed the paper work to the guard and they entered. She took him first to submit the papers and then get fitted for the basic flight suit.
"Cool." Was all Harry said when he was told he could take it and wear it in on the day he was to fly.
"Okay, we need to do medical on the day you arrive but this will save a lot of time." Phaelan told him. "Now, I'm famished, how about some good old Yankee style non fat free, non cholesterol free high calorie food."
Harry grinned, "Sure," then his smile faded, "but I don't have any Muggle money."
Phaelan smiled at his expression, "No sweat, I've got an expense account." She put her hand in the crook of Harry's arm and dragged him to the officer's mess.
Phaelan ordered a Chicken Caesar salad with blueberry pie and Coffee. Harry ordered the house special of a Double burger with Canadian bacon, Swiss cheese and all the fixings, French Fries and a refillable strawberry shake. Dessert was a Deluxe Banana Split with double sauce and extra chopped nuts.
Phaelan watched in amusement as the food methodically disappeared from Harry's plate. The steward brought over the milkshake mixer container and left it beside Harry who refilled his glass at will. Halfway through the Banana Split, Phaelan decided, it might be safe to interrupt the rampant consumption of calories.
"I guess you enjoyed that, Harry." She inquired.
Harry wiped his mouth and swallowed before speaking, "It was brilliant Professor...um Phaelan; thanks."
"You're welcome Harry…" her voice trailed off, "What's he doing here?" she said to herself.
Kevin Shue had just walked into the mess several weeks before he was due. He looked around and, seeing Phaelan broke into a grin.
"Hey, little girl, what yah doin' here?" he asked as he plunked himself down at her table. Phaelan saw the telltale signs of Jack Daniels.
"Commander Shue, what a surprise I thought you were still Stateside." She opened, trying to have him notice Harry.
Harry had stood when the male officer approached; he'd been well coached in respect by his aunt and uncle.
"Huh?" Shue frowned and looked over at the figure in a school uniform standing across from him.
"Isn't he a bit young for you Phaelan?" he asked in confusion.
Phaelan, embarrassed for Harry barked, "KEVIN!" in a louder voice.
He turned his attention back to the woman sitting beside him. "What?"
"Commander Shue, this is Harry Potter a student attending the school where I teach. Harry, this is one of my former comrades, Commander Shue; recently promoted I see."
Shue stood and held out his hand. "How ya doin son. Sorry, I'm not at my military best today."
Harry looked at Phaelan then shook the proffered hand, "How do you do sir, I'm honoured to meet you." He looked back at Phaelan again sensing she wanted to talk to the man. "I think I need to visit the gents." He asked a closed question.
Shue laughed, "I love English euphemisms; the head's through the doors to the left kid."
"Thank you sir." He replied, then mouthed to Phaelan, "The Head?"
Phaelan mouthed back, "Bathroom." Harry nodded and left.
"What the fuck is going on Shue, you were headed home?" she asked. "What the hell's wrong with you, you don't get drunk unless someone else is paying?"
Shue laughed and took Phaelan's hand that was resting on the table, "You know me too well lovely lady. I should have made a move on you years ago." He told her while looking into her eyes.
Phaelan shook her head and extracted her hand, "You sir, are attached. You should be spending time with Ashley." She told him, referring to his wife.
"But I didn't, did I. I followed our Commander in Chief's orders all over the fucking world." he laughed ironically, "She found her time better spent networking with her new boyfriend, the Microsoft developer."
Phaelan laid her hand on his arm, "I'm sorry Kev. Why are you here?"
"No point staying home, so when one of the guys due for deployment came down with his appendix, I volunteered." He told her flatly.
Harry was returning at that point and saw the serious exchange. Phaelan looked over and seeing him, flashed a smile and beckoned him over.
"Kevin, Harry is going to fly with me the next time I go up." She said in a light voice to change the mood.
Shue looked at the young man before him. "Really, well you don't know how lucky you are. McKenzie here is the best of the best. Covered my six more times than I can say, in the air and on the ground." He sat back in the chair. "She's the best."
Harry looked at the older man across from him realizing there was more going on than he knew, "Yes sir, I know. Professor McKenzie has taught me many things about myself that I would never have learned otherwise. I'm honoured to know her."
"So am I kid." Shue told him quietly before standing, "Have a good flight Harry, maybe you'll fly your own craft one day."
'Yeah, maybe." Harry told him as he shook his hand again.
Phaelan watched her friend walk into the bar where civilians weren't permitted. She was saddened at seeing another of her married or attached comrades split. She felt helpless and frustrated.
"Is there a problem?" Harry asked.
Phaelan looked into her coffee cup and smiled, "Way too many to count Harry but none we can fix. Come on we'd better get back before Dumbledore sends the Aurors out searching for us."
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Snape was sitting in his chambers going over essays with his usual disdain. From time to time he glanced at the charmed map which showed Phaelan's location and hence Potter's as well. It indicated they were on their way back to her flat. Good, he thought and decided that dinner alone with his lady would be in order. He stood and approached the fireplace to floo the kitchens, placing an order to be served later. Walking now to his bar, he opened a credenza holding his wine and selected a cabernet. A quiet evening of seduction ending up in his bed; perfect. He smiled in anticipation. A year ago, this whole idea would have been ludicrous but now it was more than just a passing fancy, it was becoming the most important part of his life. He looked at his pocket watch, Damn, it was still early. Oh well, back to destroying adolescent egos with creative derogatory remarks to kill the time.
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Phaelan and Harry had made a stop at a Tesco's on the way back to her flat. Phaelan swore him to secrecy as she visited the off licence area to pick up her favourite Captain Morgan's Navy rum. Harry looked around and saw a few things he missed at Hogwarts. He wished he had brought some Muggle funds or his Muggle bank card but they were back at the school. Phaelan noticed and offered a compromise.
"If there's something you want Harry, I'll pay now and we can settle up back at Hogwarts in galleons if you want." She told him.
"You're sure?" he asked hopefully.
At her nod, he grabbed a hand basket and filled it with biscuits, crisps, a box of Black Magic Chocolates, a white chocolate Toblerone, assorted bars of chocolate, several packets of sugarless gum and a large bag of mint humbugs. Finally, he grabbed a dozen cans of Coke and two cans of Diet Coke. Phaelan eyed his purchases in amusement. Harry noticed her look and explained his choices.
"This lot is for back at the dorm," he indicated the bulk of the basket and the dozen Coke. "The Black Magic is for Ginny and I'll give the Toblerone to Ron to give to Hermione." He told her.
"What about the gum, diet Coke and Humbugs?" she asked.
Harry smiled. "The sugarless gum is self preservation against Hermione if she sees all the sweets, the diet Coke is for her and Ginny, girls you know." He shrugged, "Oh the humbugs are for Dumbledore."
Phaelan led the way to the cashier and paid for the lot. The girl behind the register looked at the shopping and smiled at Harry, "Looks like you're 'avin' a party ducks. Celebrating comin' of age or somefin'?"
Harry smiled back, "Yeah, something good happened, something really, really good."
" 'Ave fun luv." She called out as they left.
When they got back to her flat, Phaelan pulled out her well used sports bag and gave it to Harry to carry his cache back to school and put her bottle in her briefcase. They flooed back to Dumbledore's office, where they found the old man sitting at his desk and Snape in his customary position at the window.
"Welcome back children, I trust all went as planned?" asked Dumbledore, looking over his spectacles at the jubilant couple who wore matching grins.
"They signed Headmaster." Harry blurted. "Phaela…I mean, Professor McKenzie was brilliant. They had no choice in the end."
"Excellent, well done both of you." Smiled Dumbledore. "You have the forms?" he asked Phaelan.
Phaelan passed the folder of papers for the lawsuit over to the old man. "You'll have these delivered in the morning?"
"I'll contact Raptus right away and he will look after it for us." He replied.
"Good, now, I think I want to become a teacher again and get out of the uniform." She made to leave but Harry had a question.
"Professor, you said something to my uncle about Area 51, Nevada. Isn't it in New Mexico like I saw on the X-files on TV?"
Phaelan shrugged, "If you're going to lie, make it a good one Harry. They fell for the swagger stick why not that too." She smiled and left followed closely by Snape.
"It sounded as though you were successful in your mission, Professor." He told her as they walked to her chambers.
"Very and it was fun to put the Dursley's in their place." She told him.
"You would not be opposed to a victory dinner in my chamber's this evening then, my lady?" he asked her when they reached her entrance. The Lady in the portrait smiled at his words.
"What time sir?" Phaelan asked, quirking her eyebrow.
"I shall expect you by floo at 7:00pm. Please wear …" He had almost said as little as possible but caught himself. "Late evening casual." Hoping she understood..
Phaelan smiled, she understood, "Of course sir as will you?"
"Of course." He bowed and strode away in his usual imperious fashion as Phaelan entered her room. She called to Polly to fill a bath and set out her silk robe.
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Raving, incandescent, raging, rampant, boiling, livid, seething and every other description of mighty anger that might be bestowed could not describe the incoherent bellow of Voldemort upon learning of the destruction of his genetic mutation and the labs it was grown in. His wizard council in attendance gave his frantic tantrum a wide berth. Lucius stood back, slack jawed and numb at seeing his investment now nothing more than a pile of putrid smoking embers. His knees finally gave way and he sat on the ground. Thousands of Galleons gone and less than nothing to show; distressed, he buried his head in his hands.
"Bring me Goyle, he was last here. He shall pay for his negligence." Demanded the Dark Lord. Two masked figures quickly apparated away. "There shall be payment. I will not be thwarted! I shall be avenged! They will pay dearly! They will pay, they will pay…." Voldemort looked at the ruins as he muttered to himself. Peter glanced at his master, worried at who exactly would pay and transformed into his rat animagus to disappear from the site if only for a short while.
The two Deatheaters entered Goyle's house to find everything of value gone, the wardrobes empty and nary a house elf around to question. Debating how they should react they decided to err on the side of caution and avoid returning to their master immediately. They were likely to face repercussions regardless of when they reported but a Crucio for tardiness was always preferable to being Avada'd.
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"She what?" asked Ron as Harry related his visit with his relatives with McKenzie.
"Really, she threatened my uncle with a transfigured quill." Harry told his dorm mates.
"It must have been brilliant to watch." Neville told him as he downed his second can of Coke.
"Yeah. No one's ever done something like that for me before. She got nothing out of the deal." Harry thought for a while about the events in Little Whinging. "I owe a lot to McKenzie. She's not looking at me to do anything for her but she was willing to help me."
Ron looked over at him, "Hey mate, what about me and Hermione and my family. Haven't we been friends to you?" he asked a little hurt.
Harry smiled, "'Course you have, but to you I'm still Harry Potter, saviour of Wizardkind. To her I'm just Harry."
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Draco was running after his childhood friend who despite his corpulent size was running from the dungeons.
"Greg," he shouted, "Wait, you can't leave like this."
Goyle stopped. "Piss off Malfoy, not every one is so far up HIS backside they get a free ride. They've gone! My parents left me."
Draco hoped he could say the right thing to stop him.
"Listen, they wouldn't have left you here if they didn't think you'd be safe. We've go to talk to Snape, he'll know something." He told his house mate but in his mind he added 'I hope'.
Goyle shook his head, "Draco, they already lost my brother because he thought he could get away. Why would they leave me….why?"
Draco closed his eyes in frustration. "Greg," he asked softly. "Come on, please trust me. We've been mates forever."
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Phaelan arrived in Snape's chambers wearing a semi sheer night gown and nothing else. As she stepped from the fire, she was backlit, revealing tantalizing hints of what the gown so enticingly teased at covering.
Severus stepped forward to greet her. "Madam, you are very alluring tonight. I am most appreciative of your charms."
Phaelan smiled coyly, "I look forward to receiving my reward for my indulging your desires sir…or…punishing that which I am deficient in." Phaelan looked at him with desire in her eyes. "I will submit to what ever you deem appropriate."
Severus pulled her to him, "Phaelan, I have craved you so. There'll be no punishment for you, save for the time I will make you wait to reach nirvana."
Phaelan wrapped her arms around him, "I'll wait for you forever if you want. As long as I'm with you." She pulled his face to hers for a kiss filled with promise. Severus broke first and stepped back to breath.
"Come, let's eat." Severus told her as he guided her to his small dining area.
Phaelan looked at the small repast, "I don't know how much I can eat; we had a late lunch."
"No matter," he told her, "You can feed me."
Phaelan turned and saw a smile of pure glee. "You sir, presume upon my kindness."
Snape's smile widened even further, "No madam, I demand your obedience to my desires as you have so willingly told me you would submit to."
"Bugger." Phaelan conceded.
"Indeed, but I do not plan to indulge in that position." He continued to smirk. "I have far more pleasing ideas."
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Vernon Dursley stood in the middle of the renovation site that was his third bedroom. He looked around with narrowed eyes, his hands thrust deeply into his pockets. Petunia stepped into the bedroom behind him.
"Vernon dear, there's no point distressing yourself so. We'll work things out, you'll see. Tomorrow we'll call the builder and see what we can do to reduce costs and then we'll visit the building society." She patted his arm trying to comfort him. "We don't need the little freak's money anymore. We used enough of it to pay off our mortgage already." She said more acerbically.
Vernon put his arm around his slender wife, "You're too good for me, Petunia. You always know what to say."
"Father, Mother, look at this. It came in the advertisements in the Sunday paper. A Home Theatre with a projection TV and six speakers for surround sound. It would be perfect in here. What do you say Daddy?" Asked Dudley, after bursting into the room. He looked expectantly at the people who had almost never said no to him his entire life.
Vernon took the advertisement and looked at it for a moment before tearing the paper into small squares and throwing them in the air. "If you're lucky you might get a new 13 inch TV with built in VCR from Wal-Mart in their after Christmas sales."
"Mummy." Exclaimed Dudley as his mother patted his shoulder sympathetically.
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Phaelan and Severus were lying in the middle of his bed with a tray of Swedish meatballs, skewered lamb kebabs, crudités and dip, cheese and assorted fruits. Severus had indeed been creative and Phaelan had proved to be a tasty dinner plate much to their amusement. Now that they had eaten their fill, Severus banished the platter and proceeded to lick the remnants of sticky goodness from Phaelan's body, holding her down when the tickling became overwhelming.
Severus finally made his way up to her mouth and kissed her enjoying, the richness of the wine they had enjoyed. She pushed him onto his back and lay over him to kiss his face, neck, chest….belly……the left side of his groin……the right side of his groin. She dragged her nails gently down his body, raking them over his nipples making him groan. Sliding her hands between his legs she cupped his sac and kissed the roughness, feeling the skin contract at her touch. Finally, she took his member in her hand and stroked up to rub her thumb over the head to spread his pre-cum over the crimson crown. Taking him in her mouth, she began to move up and down in a firm motion, pausing to swirl her tongue around the ridge and suck on the slit. Severus began to moan in pleasure, calling her name over and over again. When he could take no more, Severus grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up over his body to kiss her senseless. He rolled her onto her back and lay over her taking over the foreplay.
In the midst of their passion, Phaelan became conscious of a deep sound resonating through the chambers. She opened her eyes and listened again. There it was the deep alarm gong.
"Severus…listen." She tried to get his attention.
"Silence woman, I'm busy," he told her before biting her neck.
"Severus!" she insisted as she pushed him up. "Listen." The gong sounded again.
Severus closed his eyes, "They will die."
"Severus, they need you."
"I will murder each of them in their beds. I will cause all the oxygen to be removed from their chambers. It will be painless." He told her as he sat up.
Phaelan almost laughed if it were not for the look on his face. "Come on Master of Slytherin, up and at 'em."
"Fuck!" he exclaimed in unusual profanity as he got up and threw on the black cassock he wore when called at night.
Phaelan rose too and donned a pyjama top. "Later lover mine, look after your children."
As he made his way to the door, someone had begun to knock. How much worse was it going to get. When he opened the door he found Pansy.