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Chapter 11 A New Job

Lucius Malfoy is here. I wonder what he wants, Sara thought to herself as she looked through her wardrobe. The last time he was here, it was all business with pleasures of the flesh, and he did just about everything imaginable and some not to her. He really was depraved.

Bootstray and Slightly followed Lucius for a week before they found his quirk and the establishment he frequented that prided itself on providing for any fetish. She then glamoured herself and managed to catch his attention. After convincing him of her status, she apparated him to her Manor. He was shocked that one in her place would enjoy the things he liked to do. It was her key to get into the ranks of the Deatheaters. That and the fact of her full name.

Flashback

She was glamoured at Felicia's Fetish's off Knockturn Alley. She stood with the witches that took pay as a she stood as a freelance. It cost a freelance more to get in the establishment as the Mistreess In Charge did not get a single knut.

Lucius Malfoy walked up to her, glamoured, keying in on fresh flesh among the gathered witches.

"Hmmm," He stated. "A freelance are you?"

"Yes, I am." She silkily replied.

He sneered at her. "Just another bitch trying to up the price from out of the street?"

"Oh, if you only knew, My Lord." She whispered so that no one else could hear. She moved her hand down and grabbed at the erection bulging in his robes.

His face did not register anything toward the title.

"You are not the only one here tonight with titles and a Manor." She whispered seductively into his ear as she continued to rub the rock hard cock through his robes.

Lucius hissed at her touch. "And what do you know of title?"

She ran a finger along his jaw "The way you hold yourself, above others. You come here for the more "interesting" aspects of pleasuring that your dear wife could not ever do for you."

She dropped her hand to trace where the wedding band was concealed. "Why you hide it, I do not know. It is a Wizards right to take any witch that he desires, no matter the status of the witch. I could be that witch for you, My Lord. An equal in a sense as I have title. It is frowned upon if a proper titled witch have the needs I require , which explains why I find myself glamoured here tonight to fulfil me. Have you ever had a titled witch to do the things that you need? I think not as you are here now, in this establishment."

He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his glamoured face "You intrigue me witch! But know you now if I find you lie to me, you are in for a very extended, painful death. What say you to that? Ask any of the gathered witches amongst you. I am a client that none wish to engage voluntarily, but engage me they do, though not by choice. They earn every knut I pay."

Sara traced her finger down the front of Lucius robes. "I think it is time we retire to my manor, My Lord"

She pulled him outside. She looked to him. He nodded. Next thing Lucius found him outside the gates of her manor.

She pulled out her wand and lowered her wards.

He grabbed her arm, forcefully walking her up the garden, disbelief showing in his glamoured face.

At the manor entrance a house elf appeared with a crest Lucius did not readily recognize.

"Sassy!" The witch acknowledged. "Firewhiskey for two, please"

The elf came back with two large tumblers and handed one to both.

"Will that be all?" The house elf screeched.

"Yes, Sassy, do not disturb me anymore tonight."

She drank her firewhiskey and threw the glass to the floor. "Time to engage me, My Lord."

Lucius did the same. "By all means, witch." Masking his surprise.

She led him up the stairs to a room filled with all implements of bondage. A low table stood prominently.

Lucius pushed her towards it and spread her arms. Magically enhanced manacles bonud her, shifting her ass up at him.

He wasted no time. He jacked his cock until it started to weep.

He ripped her robes away until her delectable ass was showing. He pushed his cock at the entrance of her bum.

His angry red tipped cock was at the entrance of her ass. He rubbed himself against her for a few strokes and entered her.

Gods! so tight!. Lucius began to dry fuck her, grabbing her ass cheecks and spanking her as he came toward completion, forcing himself deeper and deeper with his formidable cock.

The witch screamed, encouraging him to pound harder and faster. He arched, spilling her bum with spill after spill of his release.

He withdrew, panting, releasing her from her bonds.

"Who are you witch!?" He panted.

"Sara Peverell Prince Snape." She replied as she unglamoured herself.

Lucius gasped, realizing the relation of one of his most trusted friend and deatheater.

End Of Flashback

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She decided on an emerald green dinner gown with a matching emerald pendent. She applied green eye shadow to accent her eyes. Her purpose was to scream sexiness. She brushed her hair and styled it straight. Now it was silky and soft. Perfect.

She walked down the grand staircase slowly. She felt his eyes devour her. She allowed herself a slight smile. He looked at her as if she had become forbidden fruit, one to lust for but could not have.

“Welcome back to my Manor, Lord Malfoy” her voice exuding silkiness. She curtsied. “I am pleasantly surprised and honored”

Lucius looked at her appreciatively, lust showing in his eyes. “Please My Lady, let me escort you to dinner. We have much to discuss.”

Sara called out to her house elf.

“Sassy!”

A small house elf wearing a towel with a crest appeared.

“We are having a small dinner in the Library. I trust all will be ready?”

Sassy put her hands together, delighted. “I is happy to serve my mistress.” Sassy disappeared with a plop.

Lucius offered his arm. “May I, my Lady?” Voice low.

“Twould be my honor Lord Malfoy.” Her voice tinkling lightly.

They sat down to a small dinner of roast duck, steamed vegetables, and a wonderfully chilled Bordeaux. Finished with the food, they sat down comfortably on the sofa next to the fireplace, flickering flames lighting up the library and the tomes that was shelved there.

Sara moved herself onto Lucius’ lap, running her hands though his long silky blonde hair.

She leaned over and whispered seductively into his ear. “Maybe we should take this to another, more appropriate part of my manor, Lucius?” She felt his cock twitch and harden through her dress. She sinuously rubbed her bottom across, making his cock harder. She ran her hand up to his chest to unbutton the fur collar of his robes.

Lucius sighed. “As much as I would like to pound you within an inch of your life, unfortunately I cannot. Our Lord wishes for our nocturnal activities to cease for a time.

He picked her up, allowing himself a quick feel of her breast as he sat her on the other side of the sofa. He sat down next to her, ensuring some space between them.

One did not defy the dark lord, and NO witch was worth the torture.

“It is not like it is forever. It is until we get this traitor business finished once and for all. For your sake, I hope that your selection of traitors matches our spy. A pity, a delectable body like yours would be pummeled into a lump of flesh. I would enjoy it, you know.”

Of that she had no doubt. Sara went to business mode. “Have no worries Lucius. I promise it. I will find them all. It is a skill I have accomplished.”

Lucius reached into his robes and pulled out a green envelope. “Congratulations on your new job!”

Sara took the envelope and pulled out the light green parchment inside it.

We are pleased with your decision to accept our offer

To teach Defense against the Dark Arts

At Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Please affix your signature acknowledging that

The position is cursed and that

Neither school nor the Ministry of Magic is held

Responsible for any misfortune that

Might occur

Board of Governors

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry


She quirked an eyebrow up. “A cursed position?”

Lucius handed her a quill. “Nothing to worry about, my pet. You will not need that job longer than a year, so it is a moot point.”

She signed her name and the letter disappeared.

“Sara, I have come here in the official capacity of the school board of governors.” He smirked. “Since it is so close to the start of term, the headmaster will only know that the position is filled. The Gelamen Philologus ceremony will be performed. That way you can meet your fellow professors.”

She got the stressed professors part. It was “Assess the Enemy. “

Lucius then handed her a leather book with the title ‘Hogwarts Gelamen Philologus “with her name embossed in gold. It had the school shield colorfully embossed with a large H surrounded by a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle.

“This is a guideline for the ceremony and also list the school’s charter and by-laws. This book and the ceremony itself is common courtesy for all first full time professors. The last one was held around 17 years ago. Professors seem to stay at Hogwarts, so there isn’t much turn over. Well, with the exception of the Dark Arts position.” Luscius chuckled. “None of the previous teachers cared to sign the clause accepting the position, so they did not get the ceremony.”

“And what did happen to the previous professors?”

Lucius grinned evilly. “If I tell you, your fellow professors will not have anything to talk about.”

He continued “The ceremony will start this Friday at 5:30pm. The students arrive at 6 pm. I am purposely pushing the schedule so they will not ask too many questions of you. This will give you a chance observe and listen. Follow the book. When you announce your name, you give your REAL name. Observe the reaction. The Dark Lord will want details.”

She nodded her understanding.

He stood up and took her arm, leading her back toward the manor entrance. Lucius turned to her. “You know why you have this job?”

She smiled “I am to infiltrate the Order?”

She was a calculating witch, Lucius thought. “Yes, but you will also be watching over a specific wizard. I will tell you who it is at your revel. It is this Saturday. Make sure you meet me at 8 am in Hogsmeade.”

It must be her brother, she thought to herself. She knew there were no other Deatheaters at Hogwart's. So the Dark Lord is unsure of Severus. As she already knew his affiliation, maybe she would not have to kill him after all as this mess played out.

With that, Lucius bade farewell and walked out toward the manor gates. When she felt him reach the gates, she lowered the wards long enough to allow him out.

Bootstray and Slightly materialized out from the shadows of the entrance hall.

“Keep an eye out on that wizard Sara” concern in Slightly's voice “He is a pure predator and not to be taken lightly.”

She answered that she would as she gestured them to walk with her.

After her arrival in Great Britain, Sara told the wizards about the prophecy. At first they were outraged that DEATH had tricked them. Especially Slightly, as he desperately wanted the Veil. They did not believe her at first that she was almost 500 years old. It was after she handed Slightly a a dagger and a vial of poison and cajoled the assassin into killing her that the assains believed her.

Slightly, angry at the revelation, dipped the dagger in the poison and looked to her.

She removed her outer robes and exposed her chest and mocked him until he was angry enough to slip the knife between her ribs, striking her heart.

Bootstray looked in shock as Slightly sank down beside her body as it gave up the last breath. After a few minutes, Sara stirred and asked them if they believed her.

The wizards slowly nodded, their faces reflecting shock and amazement.They then agreed that the prophecy may be about the three assassins and DEATH. The only thing she withheld from the two wizards

They also agreed that there were to be no masks or disguises or reference to stations of the Guild. Sara still glamoured herself, but the wizards understood and did not say anything.

“I think I fit another portion of the prophecy as I found out I have a new job.”

Both assassins looked to her questioningly.

“Defense Against The Darks Art at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” She replied.

Bootstray asked her why he thought she filled for that to be true. She mumbled something about being at Hogwart’s and not as a student, and left it at that.

They reached the entrance to the library.

“Have you been dating and signing the listening parchments of Snape and Malfoy?” she asked. They nodded yes.

“Be vigilant on that. You also need to add the listening spell to me. These parchments will be important in the future.”

Bootstray pointed his wand at her and muttered the incantation.

“Also, while I am away teaching, you can stay here if you wish. I ask that you be discrete in who you bring here. I understand a wizards needs, but I would not put it past Voldemort to have someone spy on the Manor while I am away. That is why I have attuned the wards so that you may directly apparate to the library. My house elf Sassy will take care of anything you you require.”

Bootstray took up Sara’s hand “I would never do that to you!”

Sara cupped his cheek with her free hand. “If you have seen everything that I have seen, it is always best to remember a wizard’s need. It inevitably gets witches broken and abandoned.”

She entered the library and closed the door. “That wizard is going to someday be my undoing.” She flushed at some of the thoughts that came up. She shook her head. More time for that later.

Sara walked up and picked up the leather book that she had been given. She sat down on the sofa near the fireplace and began to read.

She was not to arrive to the castle no earlier than the time appointed. Her attire would be the robes of her first mastership. Any additional masterships would be the medallions which were awarded along with the mastership. The magics of the ceremony would be aware if she lied about them, and thus could terminate her for dishonesty before even beginning. Sara was sure the Dark Lord would not appreciate that whatsoever. How was she ever going to explain as some of her qualifications were, shall we say, are a bit out-dated? She decided that she would approach it when it came up.

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Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry………

Professor Snape unwarded the entrance to his chambers. He was quite pleased that he finished all the medi potions that Madame Pomfrey required, and to top it, did not run into the Headmaster once! Generally a cold man, he allowed himself a smile. It took 20 years, but he just had a perfect day. Even the Dark Lord did not call.

Entering into his study, his face fell as his eyes caught note of a blood red envelope sitting on his desk. He turned it over and noticed it was adorned with the Prince family shield. He opened it up and read the contents.

“The revel will be at 8am Saturday. Bring the list. I would suggest that you warn your boss that it will probably last the weekend. It will be a bloodbath for the traitors, so prepare yourself.”

He sighed. He should have known that he could never have a perfect day.

AN And now we reach the writer's block I told you about. If someone would like to write the ceremony, that would be awesome! But if not, I will try to write it this weekend. To tell you the truth, I have been at a 2 week stalemate. My hubby told me to just have Dumbldore say that do to pressing biz, we will do it later. I huffed and insinuated it from the beginning, so I have to do it. He did not understand the eluding to build up factor. But I love him, so did not cackle at his suggestion.

Like always, please review good or bad, so I can know how to proceed. As I said I skipped the next chappie and have been continuing on, but cannot post until I work through the writer's block of the next one. Mare