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Chapter 48- Love-Doggies-And Evil Wizards

Short Peek - Sirius and Madeline

Sirius played the piano expertly; he put his heart into it, and he did it with the full intent to seduce her.

Maddy could see through the net of charm, the one a master at this game had cast, a master fisher of hearts.

She wasn't a master, even if Kelly thought so. But she could easily see through him. She had seen what unrequited love had done to her brother, poor Peter, and she wasn't planning to follow his steps.

He would be one hard nut to crack, and Severus had insinuated that triads fascinated both Sirius and him. If that hadn't been a warning, then what was it?

The handsome wizards were an American sales gimmick; you get two for the price of one. Not a bad proposition.

Two, but one was Sirius, and he was one dangerous creature full of sexual magnetism. She could see herself with him, but not alone with Sirius, not as the main cog of the relationship wheel; he needed to be stabilized by the central cogs.

Madeline wasn't naïve, and we don't always get what we want. She hoped that she could be with him and protect her heart. She was intelligent and should have known that she was fooling herself.

Sirius was unhappy with the results of the night. He didn't get anywhere with Maddy, a short kiss barely touching her lips was as far as he got.

He did offer his hand, and they walked holding hands. He felt as a young lad, his hand burning with need just because the object of his affection was holding him.

He brought up the hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. She had the same effect on him that Severus had, except magnified; he remembered that fateful day, fighting with Severus, and then kissing him. He had done it to humiliate the skinny snake, but once had not been enough, and later just touching as he had done with James, had not been enough either.

Only the Muggle-born witches shagged, and also some of the pureblood witches, but he had never gone further than pleasuring each other without intercourse.

Whores didn't appeal to him, so his choices were limited. His parents wouldn't have forgiven a Black Half-Blood bastard grandchild, and he was tired of making them hate him.

Wizards were safer, no pregnancies that way. It was unfortunate because he knew that even Severus would never be enough; he was hungry for his own witch, but only as a concept.

Now, what was going on with this witch? He couldn't stop thinking about her. He had never fallen for a bird, or at least never this hard.

He wanted to be one with her, and he was sure being that once he had her, it wouldn't be nearly enough. Besides this beautiful bird was the daughter of his allies. In other words, she was a respectable witch, and those came with a wedding vow and with a life-bond.

He shrugged his shoulders; he had been put away for a while, and this was to be expected. Maybe he was being delusional, and that was why touching her hand left him wanting for more. It would all pass and improve, but sadly, he knew better.

He knew it, he was fooling himself. At least, he'd finally accepted his feelings for Severus, and he recognized his deep affection for the wizard that he had cried for.

He was unaware that Maddy was already burrowing her way into his heart, into a place no-one had entered before.

Sirius was afraid of love. Loving his parents had broken his heart, and being denied the companion of his beloved Regulus had destroyed his hopes.

He knew that Maddy wasn't going to let him inside her bedroom, and this was goodbye until tomorrow. Moreover, he suspected that she could care less about him. He was pouting and seething by the time they reached her door.

However, at the door, she told him, "Sirius Black, you are dangerous to my personal, inner safety. And I know how to work with dangerous elements when making a potion or working with unstable chemicals," she looked at him.

He wondered what chemicals were, probably a Yank name for dangerous potion components. Nonetheless, he listened with attention.

"I would first try to figure out all the possible ways that one could be injured while handling the chemicals, or the ingredients in the case of a potion, or when mixing them together, and with you, I am not even sure what those possible ways are." She looked, and he nodded.

"Second, I would never start to work at the laboratory, or at the cauldron, until I have all the needed protection for most events. Once that I am finally ready, I'd get started with all safety at a hand's reach; I can start working on the potion or what not."

She looked at him to see if he were still following, and, again he nodded his head in understanding. He knew where she was going.

"To be precise, with you, I will need to protect my heart from you hurting it, and I don't know how I can do it. And lastly, whenever I work, I also need to know how to clean and treat myself in case of an accidental spillage. However, once I start with you, there won't be a way to bounce back, no cleaning or healing once we get started."

She looked at him intently. His mind was trying to analyze all the information. She was afraid of him; moreover, she was also scared that he would break her heart. Maybe, she was missing that it should be the other way around.

He listened to the last part while holding her hand flat on his chest, right above his heart. He wanted her to feel its loud and irregular beat, and how she was wrecking his emotions.

He felt ready to cry. This was most disturbing; she was going to be worse for him than Severus. This was what happened to James, poor Wizard. Shit, a tear was at the corner of his eye.

She started to talk again, "Dear Sirius, with you I am just at step one. And frankly, there are too many ways you can hurt me to even consider."

She moved her head side to side, grimaced and continued, "Furthermore, having to wait until I find what is need to protect myself against Sirius Black, might be futile and frankly not doable. It would take me a lifetime."

Sirius wanted to tell her she was wrong, that he was equally afraid of her.

"I know there is no protection against natural disasters other than to outrun them, and not even then. So, dear heart, I am willing to bet that before you know it, I will be "working" with you, letting all simmer in the hot cauldron. Honestly, I think I am doomed, and I am the caught fish at the end of the line."

At her last word, she held his chin firmly, not allowing his face to move, and brought her face up to his. He waited, ready to pounce on her. He was sure that she would kiss him, and who knew what would be next.

With deliberation, she licked his face along his jawline, passed his lips quickly, licked his nose tip, and back around, right outside the edge of his lips.

He was too stunned to do anything, by the second he figured it out, she rubbed her soft lips against his drier ones, but for a second, and let him go.

Before he could react and with great alacrity, she closed her door right on his face.

When the door closed, she hugged herself, her heart racing, she was gasping for air. Just the touch of Sirius hand on hers made her wish for him.

Then she had heard his heart, and her insides had turned into a boiling cauldron. She had been right and had recognized the enemy. Yes, she had, since the first moment when she had laid her eyes on him. His name was Sirius Black.

Damn wizards, she was a fish out of the water, if not just look at her, she couldn't even breathe.

Maddy couldn't wait for it to fly away; she was in too much danger of forever losing herself. She did not stand a chance with those two wizards. None. She wished to have stayed back at her school, and never have seen the hurricane coming at her.

Sirius frozen by her sudden move stood right by her door. He could still feel her tongue on his chin and lips as a trail of fire. Darn, he couldn't to do a thing about it.

Maddy was at fault. She had put him in this mess; thus, she needed to help him get-off. He pouted and closed his eyes in deep anger. His eyebrows were knitted together, and he wanted to stomp his feet, to throw a fit.

No, no, and no, this wouldn't do. It was her all her doing, Sirius thought irrationally and unreasonably angered.

He remained where he stood, in a daze and furious, for a few minutes. When he finally unfroze, he started walking away towards his bedroom, still hard and still very distressed. He might have met his match, and he wasn't sure what to do.

He needed to talk to someone, but he could bet Remus was shagging the pretty blond witch, his tormentor's sister.

Of course, the grandchildren of Grindenwald were wicked. What else could you expect? Hadn't he told Remus to run, it was Moony's damn fault.

Severus was his match; they woke forbidden hunger on each other, but they wouldn't infringe on their need to have their own way. Just being near each other would be enough for him.

Now, this witch was dangerous, a threat to his rebellious and independent spirit. He was afraid of her, even of the fact that she made him extremely randy.

She was a raging fire burning him inside. He almost hated her for making him feel like this.

Oh yes, she had touched something that he didn't know was alive. Something that had stayed coiled and dormant deep inside of his soul and the pixies had woken it with their healing magic.

He needed to try a new approach. Scared of a bird, never; he was a marauder. Okay, he was now looking forward to the challenge, but he was afraid that his wings would soon be clipped.

Now he understood, for the first time, how poor James must have felt, trapped without a way out. Fucking witches were nothing but fucking trouble.

Now, to more practical things, he had been planning an outing after the meeting tomorrow; he needed to go back by Grimmauld 12. He knew of a catch of old wands.

Some of the wands were rather powerful, and he would even extend two to the Slytherin brothers, his brother in arms. Whereas having extra wands was illegal, Blacks had never played by the rules thank goodness for it. He also knew where his mother hid a large sum of Galleons, and he was going to get them.

He would ask Grant to go with him. He didn't want to go into his parental home alone. He assumed the house to be totally empty, and it would be too hard on him. Now, he decided not to go into his empty room at the Granger's home.

Tomorrow, he would invite little Mr. Potter to be his roommate, but tonight he was on his own. He was afraid to be alone. He heard the Pixies talking about the demons, and he knew they were right. Demons were out there, waiting to get you, he had seen them.

Meanwhile, the rug outside Maddy's rooms was thick, plush and inviting. It was a lot better than the cot in Azkaban. He found a throw and couple of pillows in an adjacent alcove, made an acceptable dog bed, changed back into his Animagus, and stretched in front of her door with his nose stuck in the bottom crack.

Better, much better. Sirius could now hear her, and her wonderful feminine smell wafted under the door. It made him happy. This way he could also protect his likely and unavoidable future. Sirius' nightmares stayed away that evening for the first time in a long time.

He slept well, not realizing the significance of his actions.

Sirius' Dream

He dreamed of the witch's bare feet over his side; they were small and slender, and anchored him down to their bed, to their love.

They were all tired after a wild love session. She was pregnant, and he had changed into his dog to keep an eye on the door; they took turns protecting their witch. It was necessary because the Death Eaters were coming back. He licked her feet for reassurance and went to sleep.

For the greater good

Inside a dungeon room, at a faraway castle, a tall, pale wizard with a large, straight nose dreamed of a willowy witch with light eyes and wild, long, curly hair. In his dreams, she was wrapped around him, and he was sated after their loving. He could see that her belly was full with child. Severus laid his hand on top of her swollen stomach and slipped his feet under the mutt, it gave him great comfort to touch his beloved ones, the two of them.

He was sleeping too deep and did not hear the Floo being activated.

-Albus or the thief in the night.

Albus came in the room; he had slipped a sleeping potion in the tea he had offered Severus earlier. He wanted to look around this room while he slept.

The young wizard disturbed him. He was changed. The candle's light revealed the sleeping wizard's serene face. He looked around for something, a letter, a sign that he was working against him and found nothing.

He was untroubled, and that bothered Albus. He noticed once again that Severus had changed; he was handsome in a strange way. He looked more like a family Prince wizard, and his hair was clean.

Albus could not put his finger on what had changed about him. The most bothersome part was the darkness that no longer surrounded him.

Albus left the room. It had been a few days since he had first felt eyes following him around the room, who was it?

The first thing he did after he left Snape's room was to go to the Portkey hidden in plain sight. In no time he arrived at a deserted, cold island in the North Sea.

He went straight into the looking room and sat in front of a glass window, where he could see the prisoner slept on the narrow cot he had transfigured for him.

Gellert was frail, no longer the handsome and beautiful wizard of those years ago. I was not really true, but Albus liked to think so.

He was wrong, Gellert still took care of himself, exercised, shaved, and wrote non-stop, without ink. Or that was what Albus believed.

He had books to read. All Muggle literature, specially selected for him. It was Dumbledore's form of torture. What he didn't know was that Gellert was happy for them, for anything to do.

Gellert had never found out, that he, Albus, had made sure that all Grindelwald's evil spawn were wiped out the face of the earth.

He didn't personally do it because he wasn't a Dark wizard. Besides, he fully understood that killing children was wicked, and had the power to stain your soul. But he had contacted wizards whose wishes were to revenge loved ones murdered during the long conflict; the war his former lover had started.

Albus had merely pointed the way and gave them funds to make it possible. How could it be his fault? He never told them to kill anyone.

He shouldn't have but was there. She, Gellert's wife had told him that he was a monster. He wanted to see her and had hated her on sight. She was but a child compared to Gellert, that alone made him furious.

Why had she said to look at the children? He hadn't, afraid of what he'd see. Maybe he should have. He could have stopped it, but seeing that she gave his lover a home made him angry. He later reasoned that the killers wouldn't have listened.

He remembered how angry and jealous, he had been when he found out that Gellert had a family. But he had taken care of that; his children would have followed Gellert's footsteps, of that he was certain. Granted that he had never checked how they were being brought up, but he could imagine.

It had all been done for the greater good.

A few times, during the sleepless nights, the idea that he had done it out of jealousy came back to haunt him, but the thoughts were fleeting. That was just not him.

He was about to leave when the 'sleeping' Dark wizard opened his eyes. He turned around and smiled looking right at the wall with the invisible magic window. His smile wasn't sinister; nevertheless, it was full of knowledge and intent.

"Albus quit playing your games. Make sure you have not turned or are turning into me. Power is a seductive lover, and I can see that you have fallen in love with a cold and hard mistress." He shook his head.

"Too bad you never had a family, I did. I learned that power is nothing without love, even if I learned that when it was too late. I will die here, but when I do; it will be with the knowledge that I was once loved." He stopped, seemingly upset.

"I was loved with the innocent true love that can only be given by your own flesh and blood. I was rich with my children, and I knew it. I was a fool because I had it all and didn't realize it."

Albus was open mouthed when he saw a tear rolling down the evil wizard's cheek.

"And also know, once long ago, inside my twisted heart, I loved a good wizard, not the one he became. Go home and rest and leave me alone with my ghosts, with my innocent and pure babies." He stopped and stared at the wall. He saw Albus cringing.

"And did I ever tell you that my wife was pure and a good mother. That I loved her more than my life. That the joy of loving her robbed me of my breath, that her body was a piece of heaven. That I couldn't wait to get home to her arms? And my little flowers, how much I loved them..."

He turned around in his cot; and he covered with the thin blanket that, 'his friends' had woven for him and went to sleep.

He wanted to be strong to check on his Marguerite tomorrow. He couldn't wait to talk to his little flower and see his great-grandbabies.

He smiled, he knew that his wife still watched after this bad wizard. He was wealthy with their love and had a great fortune to pay all his debts.

Once in a while, he could swear she would come to sit by him; some nights he could feel her lips on his brow

Poor lonely Albus. Poor man, he would never know the beauty of seeing your babies grow in a beautiful belly of the witch that you had the right to touch and to love. Those were his last thoughts before sleep overtook him.

Albus stood there jealously cursing thru his body when he saw her. A beautiful young witch that reminded him, of whom, not sure. By her side, he saw a young girl, around two or three, no, it couldn't be, Gellert was playing with his mind. But the boy, gods, how no, no. The witch lifted her eyes, as blue as his, and shook her head. She felt sorry, for him. She turned again towards Gellert and pulled the young children over the bed. They kissed Gellert's head. She patted him twice, leaned to kiss him and vanished.

The next moment he felt a cold hand touch his face, and he ran away. He was losing his mind. He needed to find out what was known about Gellert's curly head wife, he wished he had looked at her more carefully at the time. He knew a ghost when he saw one, but he failed to feel guilty that he had rid the world of his spawn.

After he left it dawned on him, there were more than two children, where were the other ghosts? He was going mad, worrying about visiting ghosts. Ghost in colors, was this possible? He was losing it.

At the Grangers

Hermione and Frankie were dreaming, they were in a big garden, the garden was filled with dogs, large dogs, like Remy's. They were very nice, they licked them, and the next minute they were people.

They took their hand, and then they were doggies like them. They ran together and had a lot of fun.

Frankie said, "Mimi, look there, " they saw a tall man with a long white beard, he had others with him, "Kill them, the Pixies are his. They are bad, kill them all."

The wizards came after them, they were killing the doggies with bullets, and some of the doggies were other Pixies. The pretty lady that looked like Aunt Maddie and the other with long straight hair said, "He is the bad one, tell them …" he was still coming to get them.

Both Frankie and Hermione woke their parents with their screams.

"The bad wizard killed the doggies, like in the show. He has a long white beard, like the muster inside Arry." Hermione repeated the same over and over.

"The funny man you tolds me?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but not funny, but bad." They held on to Grant who brought them close to him, Jeanie had slept thru the entire time, she was exhausted.

Grant already suspected, it was Dumbledore, but why was his daughter dreaming about him? A warning from whom?

Frankie kept screaming, "The white bard vizar was going to kills me like the doggies."

When Remus heard, he knew who the wizard was and felt sick. What did it mean? He needed to think. The pixie doggies, what was that? They brought Frankie to bed with Evie. He knew that it was Albus and didn't bode well.