Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 104 ~ Time Flashes By

The month passed quickly. Hermione was no closer to finding out the secret of the Mark then when she first started. Finally, someone had created a spell that thoroughly stumped the witch. Hermione had never failed before, and didn't take it well. She sunk into a very deep depression, sitting in her lab and staring at her blackboard for hours.

The Order was ready for the onslaught. Their only choice was to go at Voldemort like a human wave when they arrived at his stronghold, hoping to overpower the wizard by the force of sheer numbers. Every Order soldier had made his peace with the world. Harry would be in the first wave, carrying the sword of Gryffindor. Hopefully the Prophecy would be proven true, and he would be able to kill the Dark Wizard. Ginny and James were beside themselves with fear, but Harry told them that he had to do it, for all their sakes. He wouldn't be moved about it. He couldn't be. Ginny was doubly upset, because her brother Ron would be by Harry's side. She could lose both of them.

Albus would also be in the first wave. Hopefully he could hold Voldemort long enough for the Order members to wash over him. They would all have weapons as well, and were instructed to kill the wizard in any way they could. Everyone had an individual Track-a Port attuned to Severus. They would watch it carefully until the small indicator light on top flashed, signaling they could port key to him. This would happen when the Dark Lord's wards dropped. At Severus' request the Order soldiers would appear at least one hundred feet from him, so he would have space to maneuver and not suddenly be crowded out if he should manage to survive Voldemort that long.

That wasn't the real reason Severus wanted them some distance from him, but it was believable enough.

Voldemort's deatheaters were ready to assume their peacekeeping role. They would be effective in taking over after the mark was deactivated. The broken shells that wandered the streets would be looking for help and a sense of someone being in control. It would be so simple. Voldemort would go to the Ministry and claim authority.

Two days before New Year's Eve, Douglas and his team stood before Voldemort as he reviewed his troops. Satisfied, the red-eyed wizard turned to the mercenary.

"You and your men have done well, Douglas. You have turned my deatheaters into a skilled and formidable peacekeeping force. You have my gratitude," the wizard said.

"Thank you, Mr. Dark Lord sir," Douglas said, smiling at the scaly wizard.

Voldemort looked at Draco.

"Draco, it is time for their reward," the wizard said.

Draco nodded, and turned to the troops.

"Give Mr. Douglas and his team their reward!" he shouted.

Douglas knew something was wrong when Draco issued that order and drew his Glock as did the other team members. They got off a couple of shots, but the Killing curse came at them from all directions, and the men fell where they stood. But they took about fifty deatheaters with them.

"Clean it up Draco," Voldemort said, waving his hand dismissively and apparating back to his stronghold to go over his plans.

Draco looked at the dead men, then at the troops.

"All right. You heard him. Clean it up," the wizard said.

The deatheaters complied.

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On the morning of December thirtieth, Mathias was very quiet during the morning training session. Quiet and deadly as he battled Andreas. Tomorrow night they would meet the Dark Lord. The boys went at it full force, Jasmine watching them quietly.

Tomorrow night they might both be dead.

Jasmine was to be the distraction that would allow the boys to transform, hopefully without Voldemort realizing it until the last moment. The witch was thinking very hard about this…she needed to make his distraction more powerful. If he were angry, it would be easier for Andreas and Mathias to get the drop on him.

"What would make him furious?" Jasmine asked herself as she watched Mathias give Andreas a devastating uppercut that dropped the wizard to the ground.

They weren't wearing protective gear…and Jasmine served as the healer-at-large these past two weeks. She had ceased telling them to stop being so hard on each other. They had to be as hard as possible.

Jasmine herself had become more aggressive and vicious in her training as well, giving as good as she got from the wizards.

"You are a tiger," Andreas panted as he battled the witch.

Mathias sat on the bench and watched Jasmine fight Andreas. He had to admit the witch was fast and strong. She was formidable. The wizard drew in a deep breath.

Tonight he would try to convince the witch to let him deflower her before she went to Voldemort. She might tell him no, but he had to try anyway. His belly was all in knots as he thought about the possibility she would say yes. He hoped everything his father told him wouldn't fly out of his head.

He planned to disillusion himself after curfew, go to her room and convince her to let him in. He would wear his robes over his boxers…that was all.

He hoped this would work out.

Andreas had not yet made headway with Dana. He had told her that he was about to face death, and he didn't want to die a virgin. The witch had laughed at him. She thought he was feeding her a line to get into her knickers.

"Dana, I am telling you the truth. On New Years Eve I am going to try to kill the Dark Lord," the wizard confided in her. Dana wouldn't say anything.

Dana looked at Andreas and collapsed into hysterical laughter.

"Just when I thought I'd heard it all," the witch laughed, looking absolutely beautiful. Andreas felt his heart clutch. She didn't believe him.

"I tell you what, Andreas. You kill the Dark Lord and I will do anything you ask me to do," Dana told the wizard. Andreas' eyes went very hot.

"Anything?" he asked to confirm her statement.

"Anything and everything," she responded.

"Then I guess I cannot die, then," the wizard said to her soberly. "I will come for you on the first of January, Dana. Be prepared."

He gave her a kiss. She did allow him to kiss her…no tongue though. Then the wizard strode away. Dana felt something twinge inside her as he did.

He couldn't be telling the truth, could he?

She shook her head. No, impossible. It had to be a line.

Dana returned to Hufflepuff house, but couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Nor the heat.

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Mathias retired to his rooms early. Andreas joined him for a bit, telling him what Dana had promised if he survived.

"We must kill him, Mathias," the black wizard said.

Now Andreas had two very good reasons to kill Voldemort. The first, to save the wizarding world, the second, to get into Dana's knickers.

"We will, Andreas," Mathias said, looking distracted.

Andreas eyed him.

"You are nervous about Jasmine," Andreas said to his brother.

Mathias nodded, then looked at his friend evenly.

"Andreas, do you know how tonight will go with Jasmine and me?" he asked the wizard.

Andreas nodded slowly.

"Tell me," Mathias implored him.

Andreas shook his head.

"No, Mathias. This is a life moment. A life moment must be lived as it happens. I cannot tell you," the wizard said.

"Well, what about tomorrow night with Voldemort?" Mathias asked him. "Do you see that?"

"Not entirely. I only know we will get into his bedroom. After that everything goes dark. I think it is because it is my own future. I rarely see everything when I am involved," the black wizard said.

"So you don't know if we win," Mathias said.

Andreas shook his head.

"I'll only know that when it is over, brother," Andreas replied, "But we are strong, fast and have a plan. We must stay focused on the plan. The potion is brewed and my blade is sharpened. The rest will be up to you, my brother."

The boys clasped hands, then Andreas left Mathias to his night.

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Jasmine lay in her bed, her ice blue eyes focused on the box on her dresser that her father had delivered to her, with written instructions.

Dear Jasmine,

Tomorrow night wear this and only this beneath your robes, Jasmine. I will pick you up at six-thirty. Look your best.

Father.

Jasmine opened the box and found a short, semi-transparent Slytherin green nightie. She lifted it out of the box and turned it back and forth in her hands before replacing it. She sat on her bed and stared at the box, before lying down. It was after curfew now.

So tomorrow night was the night. The night Mathias and Andreas would risk their lives to end the horror that was Voldemort. They just had to succeed. If they didn't the wizarding world might be lost. And so would she. No doubt the Dark Lord would kill her too for her treachery. But, it would be worth it. Her father was helping this evil wizard to take over. It was only fitting that she try to correct the wrong he was doing.

Jasmine thought about Mathias. Gods, she didn't want him to die. He was so brave. So strong. What if she couldn't fully distract the Dark Lord, and he caught them mid-transformation?

Jasmine's heart began to pound in her chest at this thought. Again, she wondered what she could do to fully distract him. What would enrage the Dark Lord?

Jasmine's eyes darkened. She knew what would displease him to the point of full distraction. His rage would probably be terrible…but enough to make him unable to focus on anything else.

Jasmine looked at the box again.

She knew what she had to do to make sure Mathias and Andreas had a real chance.

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Mathias finished fastening his robes. It was time to go see Jasmine. Hopefully to do more than see her.

"Contraceptive Spell. Arousal/Seduction. Deflowerment. The Close," Mathias said under his breath. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss a step.

The wizard walked over to his mirror, picked up the brush and ran it over his black silky hair. He studied himself. Did Jasmine find him attractive? He knew she did. He cupped his hand over his mouth and breathed into it to smell his breath. He decided to brush his teeth again, just to make sure his mouth tasted good. He entered the bathroom and retrieved his toothbrush and toothpowder.

The young wizard scrubbed his teeth and mouth liberally, making sure to brush his tongue. That's where all the bad tastes clung. He rinsed his mouth out, then cupped his hand again. Yes, better.

Mathias rinsed out his toothbrush, lifted his arms, pulling his robe out a bit and sniffed himself. He had taken a very thorough shower and cast a deodorizing smell on himself. He still smelled fresh. He didn't have any cologne however. Witches liked cologne. Oh well.

The wizard walked back out into his bedroom and took a deep breath. He was just about to cast the disillusionment spell on himself when there was a knock on the door.

Mathias scowled slightly, then his scowl faded. It was probably Andreas come to wish him good luck. He opened the door.

A shimmer stood there. Suddenly it melted away and Jasmine Malfoy stood there in her housecoat. It was tightly closed.

Mathias blinked at her.

"Jasmine," he said in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to…to talk to you, Mathias. About tomorrow. Let me in before someone sees me," she said. The witch looked very nervous.

Mathias stepped aside and let the witch in. He closed the door, pulled out his wand and raised the torches. His black eyes settled on the witch. Her hair was brushed out and fell softly over her shoulders. She sat down on the edge of his bed.

Mathias took the chair, drawing it out in front of the witch and sitting down, his eyes locked to her. He had her in his room. He could do it here as well as in her room.

"What do you want to talk about, Jasmine?" he asked her.

The witch reddened.

"About tomorrow night. I've come up with a way to make Voldemort truly distracted…but…but I need your help, Mathias. I thought about it, and if I have to do this…you're the closest wizard to me…" her voice faltered.

"Do what?" Mathias asked the witch, completely clueless. He was so focused on his own intentions that he wasn't fully absorbing what the witch was insinuating.

"Lose my virginity," Jasmine said softly, reddening again and lowering her eyes.

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A/N: Well, the moment is here folks. This scene is going to have to be written delicately. I believe it will be a challenge. I am tired though, so probably won't tackle it until late tomorrow morning. Anyway, please review.