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Chapter 113 ~ Media Madness

Newspaper reporters and photographers were clamoring at the doors of Hogwarts demanding to see the "Dark Trio" as the papers dubbed Mathias, Andreas and Jasmine a take off the "Golden Trio" of Harry, Ron and Hermione long ago. Up to this point the media had to rely on second hand accounts from Order members. They wanted at the youngsters to hear their side of it. The public had a right to know. Rita Skeeter would have accessed Hogwarts by now, if she had been alive. Her beetle form was perfect for sneaking into places.

The doors opened and Albus exited the castle. The reporters started shouting at him immediately. The wizard held up his hands and everyone quieted.

"Good morning," Albus said, "I realize that you all are anxious to meet with our young heroes. The Great Hall has been set up for a press conference. You will all enter Hogwarts in an orderly manner, take your seats and Mr. Snape, Mr. Mbutu and Miss Malfoy will enter and take a few of your questions. You are expected to act in an orderly manner or you will be expelled from the school. Am I understood?"

Murmurs of assent rose from the crowd.

"Fine. If you will all follow me," Albus said. He entered the castle and the crowd of reporters and photographers followed, jostling each other as they squeezed through the double doors. Staff members lined the main hall, watching to make sure none of the reporters slipped away from the crowd. They all filed into the Great Hall. All four house tables had been removed and rows of folding chairs stretched from wall to wall, with a center aisle. The reporters all rushed for the front row and the mayhem was almost like a rough version of musical chairs as they quickly plopped in the available seats. Photographers took up position against the walls, checking their cameras.

After everyone settled in, Mathias, Andreas and Jasmine entered through the staff entrance and took seats in the middle of the high table. Mathias' black eyes drifted over the mass of reporters. Jasmine was flushed and red. Andreas was calm as ever, also looking over the crowd. He shifted to aura view and saw the crowd as one big mass of curiosity. Albus stood beside Mathias. He would be selecting the reporters to ask questions.

Suddenly the staff entrance opened again and Hermione and Severus entered. Severus' attempt at a quickie in the shower had been unsuccessful, so he looked a tad sullen as he strode into the Great Hall.

Albus quickly created two more chairs. Hermione sat next to Jasmine, but Severus declined to sit, standing behind Hermione with his arms crossed, glaring at the crowd of reporters. This gave the photographers a great photo opportunity and a number of pictures of the couple were taken.

Mathias looked over at his mother, who narrowed her eyes at him slightly. He swallowed and looked back at the sea of media people. No doubt he was going to get an earful from Hermione when she got him alone. Andreas, who was calm and collected suddenly stiffened as the doors opened and a tall, black wizard accompanied by a short and curvaceous witch wearing robes with a brightly colored swatch of fabric thrown over her shoulder entered the Great Hall. Her hair was elaborately done in braids and beadwork.

"Shit," he breathed. Mathias looked at the pair who entered. There was no mistaking who they were. Andreas was the spitting image of his father.

"Your parents?" Mathias asked anyway.

"Yesss. It might have been better if Voldemort had killed me," Andreas whispered as his father looked at him with hard eyes. They both took a seat in the last row.

Albus looked over the crowd.

"Those with questions please raise your hands. Stand, identify yourself, what media you represent, who you are addressing, then state your question when you are recognized," he said.

Immediately almost every hand went up.

Albus selected a wizard in glasses. He stood up.

"Franklin Taninbaum, Daily Prophet. This question is for Mathias Snape. How did you get into the Dark Lord's stronghold?"

"Jasmine wore me and Andreas. We were transformed into bracelets," Mathias answered.

More hands went up. Albus selected another reporter.

"Felicia Pettybone. The Quibbler. This question is for Jasmine. Why were you at the Dark Lord's fortress?" the reporter asked.

"Voldemort summoned me. He had chosen me for his consort," Jasmine replied, reddening.

Excited murmurs went up at this news.

More hands went up. Albus chose another reporter.

"Donovan McDougal. Wizards and Witches Weekly. This question is for Jasmine. Did you frequently have sex with the Dark Lord?"

Jasmine reddened.

"No. I never had sex with him. Last night was the first time I was summoned," she declared, frowning at the reporter. "He never touched me."

More hands went up. Albus chose another reporter.

Evelyn Quinley. Playwizard magazine. This question is for Jasmine. Are you a virgin?" the witch asked, her glasses glinting.

Jasmine reddened. She was about to speak when Albus interrupted.

"Please keep your questions general. If you have personal questions, please request an interview. This question will remain unanswered. Next question please."

Albus selected a black wizard.

"Benjamin Addison. Wizards of Color Magazine. This question is for Andreas Mbutu. How exactly did the Dark Lord die?" he asked.

"After Mathias and I cast a dampening spell, all three of us physically overpowered the Dark Lord and paralyzed him with a potion. Then I dismembered him with a machete," the wizard replied.

A collective gasp went up from the group. Photographers went wild snapping photos of the wizard. Andreas' father's eyes widened a bit, then he said something to his mother, who nodded, staring at her son with a sober expression.

Albus selected another wizard.

Joseph Beetlebug. Brooms and Wands Magazine. This question is for Andreas. Didn't it bother you to hack a wizard to death?"

Mathias and Jasmine both looked at Andreas, who remained calm.

"No. I have slaughtered animals before. The Dark Lord was an animal," he said, his eyes hard, "He was a murderer and would have gladly killed thousands more. It was better he should die than thousands of innocent witches, wizards and muggles."

Another murmur went up.

The next question was for Mathias.

"What was the name of the potion used to paralyze the Dark Lord?" the reporter asked.

Mathias looked at Andreas, who nodded slightly.

"It was an elixir made from the root of the Iboga plant," the wizard replied.

Hermione's eyes widened. She had heard about that root. It was supposed to free the soul to journey on the astral plane. Was that how Mathias took his spiritual journey years ago? She looked up at Severus, who seemed to be studiously studying the crowd.

The bastard. The Potions Master knew about the potion and conveniently left the details out of his explanation. Well, Hermione knew one snake who'd be chilling his scales in the doghouse for the next couple of weeks. Severus was officially cut off.

A few more questions were asked. The final one came from a short, bald wizard with a nasty gleam in his eyes.

"Damien Devlin. The Voice of V. This question is directed at all three youngsters. What does it feel like to know you have murdered the greatest hope of the wizarding world in cold blood?"

All three of the trio looked at the wizard. Albus was tempted to interrupt and looked over at Severus who shook his head slightly. Jasmine, Mathias and Andreas put their heads together and conversed quietly. Then they separated.

"We wouldn't know how that feels, sir, since the wizard we removed was not the greatest hope of the wizarding world, but the greatest threat. We have no remorse and would kill him again if we had the opportunity," Mathias said, his dark eyes glinting back at the wizard as both Andreas and Jasmine nodded agreement.

The wizard scowled blackly at the trio and sat back down. More hands went up.

"I'm afraid that was the final question of this press conference. If you would like further contact with these three students, you will have to contact their parents to arrange interviews. Thank you for coming," Albus said, gesturing to the three to rise and exit the Great Hall. They did so, followed by Severus and Hermione.

Once they were in the corridor, Hermione stalked up to the trio.

"You could have all been killed! What were you thinking?" she exclaimed at them.

"We were thinking that if Voldemort invoked that mark, mum…thousands of people would die and the wizarding world would be lost," Mathias said evenly, "Keeping that from happening was worth risking our lives for, don't you think? If you, Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron had a good chance of stopping him, wouldn't you have tried?"

Hermione knew the answer to those two questions was a resounding yes.

The witch stared at Mathias and realized he was no longer a little boy. At the age of sixteen, he had become a man. A very young, brave man.

"Yes, we would have," she said softly, embracing her son, tears forming in her eyes. She pulled back from him and looked at all three.

"But did you have to be so damn Slytherin about it?" she asked them.

"Mum, of course we did. We're Slytherins…not Gryffindors. We don't sing everything we do from the turrets like they do. Twits," Mathias replied, scowling.

Severus smirked. Unfortunately Hermione saw him and gave him a black look. Severus suddenly knew his pussy supply had just run dry.

"Andreas," a thickly accented voice called.

The group looked down the corridor and saw Andreas' parents standing there, his father looking somber, and his mother's eyes glistening.

"Mother. Father," Andreas said, walking toward them.

"We need to talk to you," his father said sternly as his mother embraced him tightly.

"Yes sir," Andreas said. He looked back at the group.

"I will return," he said.

The way his father looked, Mathias wasn't sure about that.

"All right," Mathias said.

"I will see you, brother," Andreas said falling in step with his parents, his mother's arm wrapped around his waist.

Both his mother and father looked startled at how their son addressed Mathias. Brother?

As soon as they were out of sight of the group, Abayomi said to his son, "Brother? Did that young white wizard take the journey, Andreas?"

Andreas nodded.

"He has black eyes, father. He met the Dark Soul of the World and passed his tests. He is my brother," the young wizard said.

Abayomi let out a sigh of relief.

"I see what you have done, Andreas. You helped your brother with his battle. I thought you had disobeyed the elders. This is a great relief, my son," the wizard said, his face softening.

"I would never disobey the elders, father," Andreas said.

Sharika looked at her son sternly.

"But you found a way around their directive. You planned this, Andreas," she said.

"Yes mother. I received a vision that Voldemort would one day kill our people. Everyone. The elders, the children, even the animals and crops were destroyed. I could not let that happen," he said sincerely. "The white wizards' problem would have become our problem. People are connected. What affects one affects all. Voldemort had to be stopped."

His mother looked at him.

"I am so proud of you, Andreas," she said, kissing him on both cheeks.

"As am I," Abayomi said, his dark eyes shining with pride.

Andreas beamed at both of them as they continued walking.

"I was going to take you out of Hogwarts, Andreas," his father said, "And send you to your grandparents. But now that I know the truth, I think a reward is in order. What would you like for a reward?"

Andreas looked at him and thought of Dana.

"I want nothing, father. I already have my reward," he said, smirking.

Sharika caught a glimpse of Dana in her mind and looked at her son.

"Be careful. Be gentle," she said to him knowingly.

Andreas' people had no hang-ups about sex. It was natural. Like breathing.

Abayomi caught on at once when his wife spoke. He looked at his son.

"Above all, be thorough," he said, grinning as Sharika elbowed him. He arched an eyebrow at her.

"Thorough is good, is it not Sharika?" he asked his wife, a slight gleam in his eyes.

If Sharika was of a lighter complexion, her blush would have been obvious.

"I will be," Andreas replied, a bit of a gleam in his own eyes.

Sharika shook her head.

Wizards. No matter where they came from, when it came to witches, they were all the same.

Randy.

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A/N: Well that was interesting. Next up…I think Andreas lemons. Please review.