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Adult ++
Chapters:
35
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Chapter 17 - Research
Cofaym - Hope that was squicky enough. If I was Neville and I saw Snape making out with someone, I\'d be pretty squicked too.
Carmen - im so glad you\'re enjoying this. i\'ll try not to disappoint! and updates are about every 3-4 days. tuesdays and thuys iys if i get up on time, and saturdays or sundays, wherever i can squeeze them in. otherwise they\'ll be a day late.
And on to the next chapter. Rounding off a lovely evening at Snape Estates. Unfortunately Anita Coffee wasn\'t able to beta this one in advance, so what you see is what you get... *sigh*
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*Chapter 17 – Research*
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Amelia Bones emerged from the Floo rubbing the bridge of her nose and looking around the oddly-quiet Atrium. It was going to be one helluva long night. She sighed and sat on the edge of the Fountain of Magical Brethren holding her head in her hands.
Tommy O’Leary apparated back into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic in London. He stretched his hands over his head, pulled back on the fingers of each of his hands, and listened to the satisfying pop of each of his vertebrae as they cracked up his back when he twisted to the side.
“Bones.”
“O’Leary.” The two nodded to each other in greet
A third person approached the two.
“O’Leary, Bones, I trust that everything was successful?” Tommy accepted the withered that was being offered him and gave it a firm shake.
“Apparently so. My lads got there too late. Everyone was all tied up and strewn across the Hogwarts quidditch stadium.”
“Oh. That’s a shame.” Moody smiled at O’Leary. He knew of the events at Hogwarts, but of course, he had to cover for the Order. “Bones, did you bring back the prisoners?”
“Yep, all forty-eight of them. Eleven of the Death Eaters were dead, Lucius Malfoy is still missing.”
“Did you get the wand?”
Tommy pulled a long muslin pouch out of his robes, put on a pair of gloves, and pulled a wand out of the pouch.
“Ugh, get away from me with that thing. Don’t you have minions over in Mysteries to deal with that?” Amelia took a few steps back.
“Moody, d’you think we should owl Dumbledore, see if this thing’s worth doing a Priori Incantatem on?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Bones interjected. “I say we put together a committee to investigate.”
“What’s there to investigate? Riddle’s dead, Harry’s alive, and the Death Eaters are in Azkaban,” Mad-Eye gruffly prodded.
“Haven’t you ever wondered what went through Voldemort’s mind? I’m sure we could come up with some incredible stuff.”
“Tommy, send a note to the Minister. We’ll call a meeting to look into the matter.” O’Leary followed Moody’s instructions and scrawled out a note, then folded it neatly into a paper plane and let it sail. “Amelia, who were you thinking of putting on the committee?”
“Everyone from Magical Accidents and Catastrophes to the best Arithmancers we can find. I’ll head it up, along with Magical Law Enforcement, bring in Kingsley and some of his best Aurors, and obviously Tommy and the Department of Mysteries. Pretty much anyone who can help.”
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Ron, Sephera, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, George, Fred, Angelina, and Lee had been joined by Alicia, Oliver, and Katie after Snape’s impromptu memorial in the garden. As soon as they had arrived at the Estates, the twins had flooed their former quidditch companions to give them the good news and extend the invitation to the party. All of them were currently sitting around a wrought iron table on the balcony at Snape Estates, picking away at the last bits of food which remained on their plates after the lovely buffet put on by the house elves.
“Sephera, I don’t know how your house elves do it. That was incredible.” Harry let out a deep content sigh and leaned back in his chair.
“Dad treats them well. He told me Lucius used to bitch to him all the time about what a rotten cook Dobby was, and how glad he was to see him go. Treat ‘em lousy, they cook lousy. Guess you did him a favor then.” Sephera smirked. She had obviously inherited that from her father.
“Damn, I did Lucius Malfoy a favor.”
Two house elves approached their table, and one tugged on Sephera’s robes.
“Yes Mitsy?”
“Mitsy was wondering, Miss Sephera, if the guests were finished with their dinner.”
“Oh, of course. You can go ahead and clear off.”
Fred waited for the last of the plates to be removed from the table. He watched the last house elf enter the house, then pulled a box out of his robes.
“I brought dessert!”
“Fantastic!” Angelina cried, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.
“Sorry darling, wouldn’t want my beautiful chaser to have dingy yellow teeth, now would I?”
“Chaser? Crap! You’re Angelina Johnson of the Tutshill Tornadoes! You guys were awesome last season!” Sephera exclaimed, rather thrilled that one of her professional quidditch idols was sitting across the table from her.
“Yeah, and I’ve got practice bright and early in the morning.” Angie rolled her eyes. “The fun never ends.”
“What’s in the box?” Hermione asked from across the table. Fred flipped the lid open.
“Oh, disgusting.” Katie wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t have to smoke one. I really just brought ‘em for the blokes to celebrate.”
“And we thank you kindly for that,” Alicia nodded at Fred.
“And, seeing as how Harry’s the hero of the hour, I think he deserves first pick.” Fred held the box over to Harry. Harry just looked at them.
“What’s there to pick? They’re all the same.”
“Just take one already. The bloke from the muggle cigar shop next to the Leaky Cauldron assured me that they were top-quality Cubans.”
Harry pulled a cigar out of the box. He just looked at it, not exactly knowing what to do. Uncle Vernon had smoked cigars on occasion, but Harry had always crept back up the stairs because of the nauseating smell. Fred passed the remaining cigars out to George, Ron, Oliver, and Lee. Lee stuck his in the pocket of his robes.
George ran his cigar under his nose and inhaled deeply. “Harry, mate, watch and learn.”
George bit the end off his cigar and spit it over the side of the balcony. He put the cigar back in his mouth and sucked on it.
“Aren’t you supposed to light it?”
“Naw, not until it’s good an’ soggy,” Fred pointed out. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held it up to George’s cigar.
“Right! If you’re going to light the bloody thing, take it to the other end of the balcony. We don’t want to smell it.” Alicia folded her arms across her chest and looked at Fred with indignation.
“Fine, fine. You ladiesh probably wanted a schanche for shome girl-talk anyway. Come on guysh,” George slurred from around his c. He. He pulled his it from his mouth, stood from his seat next to Hermione, kissed the top of her head, and put his cigar back in place.
The small group of guys migrated to the other end of the balcony and flopped down in some wicker patio furniture. Lee, however, stayed put. Oliver cleared his throat.
“Lee, mate, you comin’ over or what?”
“Nah, I don’t really like the smell of cigars.”
Angelina hunched over and grabbed her stomach. “Ugh, I’ve got such awful cramps. Kates, you got a tampon?”
“I’ll be right over!” Lee’s blurred form streaked from one end of the balcony to the other.
“Works like a dream,” Angie crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair,atisatisfied grin spread across her chest.
Alicia sipped her coffee with a huge grin on her face.
“Licia, why the smile?” Katie questioned.
Ginny tilted her head and gave Alicia a thoughtful look. “Does this have something to do with the fact that you’re here with Oliver Wood?”
Alicia nodded.
“Well?”
“Well, what d’you think of me and Ollie?”
“Honestly? I always thought he was gay as a May Pole and having it off with Lee.” Hermione snarked.
“Oh honestly! Lee’s not gay!” Katie squealed.
“You’d know?” Angelina quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Katie looked disappointed. “Well, no… not yet, at least.”
“You mean… you mean you’ve got a crush on Lee Jordan?” Hermione almost spat out her tea.
“Well I thought that was obvious from the moment I arrived here! But come on, he’s changed so much since seventh year! Same cute dimples, same cute dreads, but where did those muscles suddenly sprout from?!” The girls all shared a giggle and looked over toward the other end of the balcony.
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Arthur Weasley woke to the sound of tapping and some infernal thing hitting him on the side of the head. Without opening his eyes, he outstretched a hand, and the paper airplane that had been hitting him sailed neatly into it. Peeling his face from the parchment he had fallen asleep on, he unfolded the airplane and read. His eyes widened dramatically, and he jumped from his cushy leather chair.
“Atta boy Harry!!!” He pumped a fist full of crumpled plane into the air in a triumphant gesture. He ran shouting down the corridor, jumped into the lift, pressed the button for the ninth floor, and descended to the Department of Mysteries to meet up with Tommy O’Leary.
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Carmen - im so glad you\'re enjoying this. i\'ll try not to disappoint! and updates are about every 3-4 days. tuesdays and thuys iys if i get up on time, and saturdays or sundays, wherever i can squeeze them in. otherwise they\'ll be a day late.
And on to the next chapter. Rounding off a lovely evening at Snape Estates. Unfortunately Anita Coffee wasn\'t able to beta this one in advance, so what you see is what you get... *sigh*
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*Chapter 17 – Research*
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Amelia Bones emerged from the Floo rubbing the bridge of her nose and looking around the oddly-quiet Atrium. It was going to be one helluva long night. She sighed and sat on the edge of the Fountain of Magical Brethren holding her head in her hands.
Tommy O’Leary apparated back into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic in London. He stretched his hands over his head, pulled back on the fingers of each of his hands, and listened to the satisfying pop of each of his vertebrae as they cracked up his back when he twisted to the side.
“Bones.”
“O’Leary.” The two nodded to each other in greet
A third person approached the two.
“O’Leary, Bones, I trust that everything was successful?” Tommy accepted the withered that was being offered him and gave it a firm shake.
“Apparently so. My lads got there too late. Everyone was all tied up and strewn across the Hogwarts quidditch stadium.”
“Oh. That’s a shame.” Moody smiled at O’Leary. He knew of the events at Hogwarts, but of course, he had to cover for the Order. “Bones, did you bring back the prisoners?”
“Yep, all forty-eight of them. Eleven of the Death Eaters were dead, Lucius Malfoy is still missing.”
“Did you get the wand?”
Tommy pulled a long muslin pouch out of his robes, put on a pair of gloves, and pulled a wand out of the pouch.
“Ugh, get away from me with that thing. Don’t you have minions over in Mysteries to deal with that?” Amelia took a few steps back.
“Moody, d’you think we should owl Dumbledore, see if this thing’s worth doing a Priori Incantatem on?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Bones interjected. “I say we put together a committee to investigate.”
“What’s there to investigate? Riddle’s dead, Harry’s alive, and the Death Eaters are in Azkaban,” Mad-Eye gruffly prodded.
“Haven’t you ever wondered what went through Voldemort’s mind? I’m sure we could come up with some incredible stuff.”
“Tommy, send a note to the Minister. We’ll call a meeting to look into the matter.” O’Leary followed Moody’s instructions and scrawled out a note, then folded it neatly into a paper plane and let it sail. “Amelia, who were you thinking of putting on the committee?”
“Everyone from Magical Accidents and Catastrophes to the best Arithmancers we can find. I’ll head it up, along with Magical Law Enforcement, bring in Kingsley and some of his best Aurors, and obviously Tommy and the Department of Mysteries. Pretty much anyone who can help.”
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Ron, Sephera, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, George, Fred, Angelina, and Lee had been joined by Alicia, Oliver, and Katie after Snape’s impromptu memorial in the garden. As soon as they had arrived at the Estates, the twins had flooed their former quidditch companions to give them the good news and extend the invitation to the party. All of them were currently sitting around a wrought iron table on the balcony at Snape Estates, picking away at the last bits of food which remained on their plates after the lovely buffet put on by the house elves.
“Sephera, I don’t know how your house elves do it. That was incredible.” Harry let out a deep content sigh and leaned back in his chair.
“Dad treats them well. He told me Lucius used to bitch to him all the time about what a rotten cook Dobby was, and how glad he was to see him go. Treat ‘em lousy, they cook lousy. Guess you did him a favor then.” Sephera smirked. She had obviously inherited that from her father.
“Damn, I did Lucius Malfoy a favor.”
Two house elves approached their table, and one tugged on Sephera’s robes.
“Yes Mitsy?”
“Mitsy was wondering, Miss Sephera, if the guests were finished with their dinner.”
“Oh, of course. You can go ahead and clear off.”
Fred waited for the last of the plates to be removed from the table. He watched the last house elf enter the house, then pulled a box out of his robes.
“I brought dessert!”
“Fantastic!” Angelina cried, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.
“Sorry darling, wouldn’t want my beautiful chaser to have dingy yellow teeth, now would I?”
“Chaser? Crap! You’re Angelina Johnson of the Tutshill Tornadoes! You guys were awesome last season!” Sephera exclaimed, rather thrilled that one of her professional quidditch idols was sitting across the table from her.
“Yeah, and I’ve got practice bright and early in the morning.” Angie rolled her eyes. “The fun never ends.”
“What’s in the box?” Hermione asked from across the table. Fred flipped the lid open.
“Oh, disgusting.” Katie wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t have to smoke one. I really just brought ‘em for the blokes to celebrate.”
“And we thank you kindly for that,” Alicia nodded at Fred.
“And, seeing as how Harry’s the hero of the hour, I think he deserves first pick.” Fred held the box over to Harry. Harry just looked at them.
“What’s there to pick? They’re all the same.”
“Just take one already. The bloke from the muggle cigar shop next to the Leaky Cauldron assured me that they were top-quality Cubans.”
Harry pulled a cigar out of the box. He just looked at it, not exactly knowing what to do. Uncle Vernon had smoked cigars on occasion, but Harry had always crept back up the stairs because of the nauseating smell. Fred passed the remaining cigars out to George, Ron, Oliver, and Lee. Lee stuck his in the pocket of his robes.
George ran his cigar under his nose and inhaled deeply. “Harry, mate, watch and learn.”
George bit the end off his cigar and spit it over the side of the balcony. He put the cigar back in his mouth and sucked on it.
“Aren’t you supposed to light it?”
“Naw, not until it’s good an’ soggy,” Fred pointed out. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held it up to George’s cigar.
“Right! If you’re going to light the bloody thing, take it to the other end of the balcony. We don’t want to smell it.” Alicia folded her arms across her chest and looked at Fred with indignation.
“Fine, fine. You ladiesh probably wanted a schanche for shome girl-talk anyway. Come on guysh,” George slurred from around his c. He. He pulled his it from his mouth, stood from his seat next to Hermione, kissed the top of her head, and put his cigar back in place.
The small group of guys migrated to the other end of the balcony and flopped down in some wicker patio furniture. Lee, however, stayed put. Oliver cleared his throat.
“Lee, mate, you comin’ over or what?”
“Nah, I don’t really like the smell of cigars.”
Angelina hunched over and grabbed her stomach. “Ugh, I’ve got such awful cramps. Kates, you got a tampon?”
“I’ll be right over!” Lee’s blurred form streaked from one end of the balcony to the other.
“Works like a dream,” Angie crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair,atisatisfied grin spread across her chest.
Alicia sipped her coffee with a huge grin on her face.
“Licia, why the smile?” Katie questioned.
Ginny tilted her head and gave Alicia a thoughtful look. “Does this have something to do with the fact that you’re here with Oliver Wood?”
Alicia nodded.
“Well?”
“Well, what d’you think of me and Ollie?”
“Honestly? I always thought he was gay as a May Pole and having it off with Lee.” Hermione snarked.
“Oh honestly! Lee’s not gay!” Katie squealed.
“You’d know?” Angelina quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Katie looked disappointed. “Well, no… not yet, at least.”
“You mean… you mean you’ve got a crush on Lee Jordan?” Hermione almost spat out her tea.
“Well I thought that was obvious from the moment I arrived here! But come on, he’s changed so much since seventh year! Same cute dimples, same cute dreads, but where did those muscles suddenly sprout from?!” The girls all shared a giggle and looked over toward the other end of the balcony.
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Arthur Weasley woke to the sound of tapping and some infernal thing hitting him on the side of the head. Without opening his eyes, he outstretched a hand, and the paper airplane that had been hitting him sailed neatly into it. Peeling his face from the parchment he had fallen asleep on, he unfolded the airplane and read. His eyes widened dramatically, and he jumped from his cushy leather chair.
“Atta boy Harry!!!” He pumped a fist full of crumpled plane into the air in a triumphant gesture. He ran shouting down the corridor, jumped into the lift, pressed the button for the ninth floor, and descended to the Department of Mysteries to meet up with Tommy O’Leary.
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