The Lion and the Veela
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The Scientist and the Wraith
The Lion and the Veela
Chapter 1: The Scientist and the Wraith
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except what you don’t recognize including Michelle Delacour
Summary: This story is a companion fic to “My Mate” and explores the relationship between Bill Weasley and Michelle Delacour. You don’t have to read “My Mate” first to understand this story, but I would recommend that you do read it eventually to tie everything together. “My Mate” is my first priority, so this story will not be updated as often. This is NOT a war story. This is a romance between two characters in the setting of a war. I will not be concentrating on battles and intrigues. There will be some of these things, but they will not dominate the story.
Happy Reading! =)
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September 23
During the War with Voldemort
Chapter 1: The Scientist and the Wraith
Michelle Delacour ripped the band out of her long blonde hair and
retied it in a messy bun, a few tendrils inevitably escaping. When she was working,
because it was so fine, it tended to fall out and she had to redo it a few times a day.
Her large desk was piled three feet high with monstrously heavy
research and reference books. She couldn’t even see the door anymore.
Large stacks of paper rendered the chairs in her office useless, records and
folders were obstructing her walkway.
Michelle’s one indulgence was Muggle scented candles, usually in
vanilla or fruit aromas that eternally permeated her room. If she was g
t
to spend 12 hours in this small space, then by Merlin, it was going to smell nice.
At the moment she was up to her eyeballs in research about the
Cruciatus curse: causes, effects, components, any and everything a person
could ever want to know. This was only one of the Unforgivables that she was
working on, but at the moment it was the one she was getting the closest to
creating a sort of counter spell.
Voldemort was on the move, hitting more and more Muggle houses
and villages. The cruelty and brutality had scared some people out of their
apathetic closets as it became clear that ignoring the “problem” wasn’t going to
cut it anymore. The Dark Lord wouldn’t allow it.
Unfortunately some were joining up with Voldemort and the Deatheaters
because they preferred the winning side, whether or not they agreed with his methods.
The country was being ripped down the middle as people were being pulled off the
proverbial fence, right and left.
Because of the recent turmoil, it was getting practically impossible to
know who to trust. Many an Auror or Light Supporter had been viciously murdered
after being betrayed by their “supposed” friends and co-workers.
Just last week, Marla Jerrilson, a scientist on the third floor had been
found dead in her apartment. She’d been raped and tortured for hours before the
Deatheaters had killed her and as of yet, the Aurorers hadn’t been able to say if
Marla had given up information about her project or not.
Because of the recent situation with Marla, the scientists had been given
Veritaserum to determine whether or not there were any moles and yanked back to
a secret underground lab. Everyone was there, no one missing, a fact which greatly
disturbed Michelle. There had to be a spy. Someone had to rat out Marla. She was
beginning to suspect that the mole had an immunity to Veritaserum or was able to
resist the effects.
Either scenario was too scary to think about because that would mean that
Voldemort would know the location of the new lab. And the codes to gain entrance.
Michelle had created a labyrinth of complicated wards to keep everyone out.
She could be notified if she was needed for something, but other than that, it
was NO TRESPASSING.
Michelle tucked a blonde strand behind her ear as she wrinkled her
nose trying to figure out the text. A quick glance at the clock told her she still
had nine hours left, which was slightly depressing. As much as she liked being a
scientist and trying to make new discoveries, Michelle was quickly getting burned out,
since she and everyone else had been working seven days a week at least twelve
hours a day ever since Voldemort had regained full power.
She sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Maybe a chocolate frog would help.
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Bill Weasley scowled in the mirror. He was turning twenty-eight today.
Twenty-eight years old and still single with no prospects. Which should be irrelevant
since the War with Voldemort was infinitely more important than his love life or lack thereof.
But he still couldn’t help but being a little depressed as the yearning for a woman,
more significantly a woman who would be his mate for the rest of his life.
He could get a woman very easily if all he wanted was a warm, willing, body.
Bill was actually rather handsome, his 6’3 frame heavily muscled, coupled with a
strong jaw, brilliant blue eyes and long red hair made him popular with the women.
Bill had quit his job at Gringotts to join the Order. He’d undergone intensive training
to become a Wraith. The Wraith were a very secret, very deadly branch of the Aurorers.
They were trained to be (as their name suggests) as ghosts, able to slip in and out of
enemy camps undetected. Wraiths were trained warriors and assassins. They would
carry out anything that needed to be done, no matter what the assignment.
Charlie was also a Wraith and Ron was just starting the training.
Percy the pompous proper brother would never have been able to stand it, and
Fred and George just couldn’t get serious enough to handle the job. Charlie was
usually given some of the most dangerous assignments. Ever since he’d had his
heart broken, Charlie simply didn’t care about the risks. His “what the hell” attitude
served him well and made him practically a legend with his exploits, but sooner or
later, it would get him killed.
Bill was worried about his younger brother. Karina Petrov had done a real number
on him, and Bill cursed the day he had introduced them. She had been his date,
but they hadn’t clicked, so he’d handed her off to Charlie. Two years into their very
serious relationship, she up and left without a word. When Charlie finally tracked her
down, he found her naked and entwined with another man. Another very rich man.
Bill hoped the whore got herself dumped. He’d been getting more and more restless
as the War dragged on and he just wished it would end so he could get to work finding
Miss Just Right. It had always irritated him the way people dreamed about finding
that “perfect” person. No one on the face of this earth was perfect and besides,
how boring would it be to be saddled with a “perfect” person?
Nope, Bill just wanted to find Miss Just Right For Him. He knew she had to be out
there somewhere and as soon as this damn war was over, Bill was going to track her down.
If he had to go through half the female population of Britain and Europe, then so be it.
Once he found her, Bill would get his job back at Gringotts, buy a little house that
reminded him of the Burrow, and set to work creating a whole new generation of
Weasleys. A chore he most certainly would enjoy.
Yep, the woman he chose would have to be amenable to having at the very least,
half a dozen children. Once he found his mate, he’d keep her barefoot and
pregnant until she was so used to him, she’d never want anyone else.
He might have a reputation as being a “nice” man, but he was stubborn as a
mule and downright intractable when it came to something he wanted.
Once he set his mind to something, that was it. Finis. End of story. That’s all she wrote.
His refusal to budge had driven many a woman away, but it was too
much a part of him to change. Of course, perhaps he just hadn’t met a
woman who could convince him to change his mind. There was a thought.
Pushing his contemplations to the back of his mind, Bill pulled on his clothes.
Dumbledore had called an Order meeting this morning and mentioned that
he might have an assignment for him. It had been a few weeks since he’d
been sent out and Bill had been chomping at the bit to get back into the action.
It kept his mind off other things. Like homenomen problems.
Grabbing his wand, Bill Apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He turned
the doorknob and walked in amid the loud chatter and arguing. Hopefully Albus
would have something interesting for him.
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Well, there’s chapter One! It took me a while to finish, but I wasn’t sure where it was going yet. My main priority is “My Mate”, which Chapter 12 should be up in a day or two. As far as Bill and Michelle go, I’m trying to make sure Bill is a strong character. While is he is “nice”, there will be more to him than that. He’s got a Weasley temper after all. I’m starting to feel sorry for Charlie. We’ll have to do something for him in a later story. Anyway, they should meet probably in chapter 3. The next chapter will be setting the scene just a bit more and then, we should be off! Fleur and Gabrielle will make an appearance, and Fleur will actually have a significant role. HINT: Fleur will not be a very nice person in this.
I always hated that everyone kept pairing Bill with Fleur instead of giving him someone nice. Hence, Michelle.
Upcoming: Deatheaters, Veela instincts, conniving sisters, enforced alone time, and Weasley temper!
Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. PLEASE review and let me know what you think. I want to make sure it all makes sense to my readers. Questions, comments, input!
Have a beautiful day! =)
Pegasus7
Chapter 1: The Scientist and the Wraith
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except what you don’t recognize including Michelle Delacour
Summary: This story is a companion fic to “My Mate” and explores the relationship between Bill Weasley and Michelle Delacour. You don’t have to read “My Mate” first to understand this story, but I would recommend that you do read it eventually to tie everything together. “My Mate” is my first priority, so this story will not be updated as often. This is NOT a war story. This is a romance between two characters in the setting of a war. I will not be concentrating on battles and intrigues. There will be some of these things, but they will not dominate the story.
Happy Reading! =)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 23
During the War with Voldemort
Chapter 1: The Scientist and the Wraith
Michelle Delacour ripped the band out of her long blonde hair and
retied it in a messy bun, a few tendrils inevitably escaping. When she was working,
because it was so fine, it tended to fall out and she had to redo it a few times a day.
Her large desk was piled three feet high with monstrously heavy
research and reference books. She couldn’t even see the door anymore.
Large stacks of paper rendered the chairs in her office useless, records and
folders were obstructing her walkway.
Michelle’s one indulgence was Muggle scented candles, usually in
vanilla or fruit aromas that eternally permeated her room. If she was g
t
to spend 12 hours in this small space, then by Merlin, it was going to smell nice.
At the moment she was up to her eyeballs in research about the
Cruciatus curse: causes, effects, components, any and everything a person
could ever want to know. This was only one of the Unforgivables that she was
working on, but at the moment it was the one she was getting the closest to
creating a sort of counter spell.
Voldemort was on the move, hitting more and more Muggle houses
and villages. The cruelty and brutality had scared some people out of their
apathetic closets as it became clear that ignoring the “problem” wasn’t going to
cut it anymore. The Dark Lord wouldn’t allow it.
Unfortunately some were joining up with Voldemort and the Deatheaters
because they preferred the winning side, whether or not they agreed with his methods.
The country was being ripped down the middle as people were being pulled off the
proverbial fence, right and left.
Because of the recent turmoil, it was getting practically impossible to
know who to trust. Many an Auror or Light Supporter had been viciously murdered
after being betrayed by their “supposed” friends and co-workers.
Just last week, Marla Jerrilson, a scientist on the third floor had been
found dead in her apartment. She’d been raped and tortured for hours before the
Deatheaters had killed her and as of yet, the Aurorers hadn’t been able to say if
Marla had given up information about her project or not.
Because of the recent situation with Marla, the scientists had been given
Veritaserum to determine whether or not there were any moles and yanked back to
a secret underground lab. Everyone was there, no one missing, a fact which greatly
disturbed Michelle. There had to be a spy. Someone had to rat out Marla. She was
beginning to suspect that the mole had an immunity to Veritaserum or was able to
resist the effects.
Either scenario was too scary to think about because that would mean that
Voldemort would know the location of the new lab. And the codes to gain entrance.
Michelle had created a labyrinth of complicated wards to keep everyone out.
She could be notified if she was needed for something, but other than that, it
was NO TRESPASSING.
Michelle tucked a blonde strand behind her ear as she wrinkled her
nose trying to figure out the text. A quick glance at the clock told her she still
had nine hours left, which was slightly depressing. As much as she liked being a
scientist and trying to make new discoveries, Michelle was quickly getting burned out,
since she and everyone else had been working seven days a week at least twelve
hours a day ever since Voldemort had regained full power.
She sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Maybe a chocolate frog would help.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bill Weasley scowled in the mirror. He was turning twenty-eight today.
Twenty-eight years old and still single with no prospects. Which should be irrelevant
since the War with Voldemort was infinitely more important than his love life or lack thereof.
But he still couldn’t help but being a little depressed as the yearning for a woman,
more significantly a woman who would be his mate for the rest of his life.
He could get a woman very easily if all he wanted was a warm, willing, body.
Bill was actually rather handsome, his 6’3 frame heavily muscled, coupled with a
strong jaw, brilliant blue eyes and long red hair made him popular with the women.
Bill had quit his job at Gringotts to join the Order. He’d undergone intensive training
to become a Wraith. The Wraith were a very secret, very deadly branch of the Aurorers.
They were trained to be (as their name suggests) as ghosts, able to slip in and out of
enemy camps undetected. Wraiths were trained warriors and assassins. They would
carry out anything that needed to be done, no matter what the assignment.
Charlie was also a Wraith and Ron was just starting the training.
Percy the pompous proper brother would never have been able to stand it, and
Fred and George just couldn’t get serious enough to handle the job. Charlie was
usually given some of the most dangerous assignments. Ever since he’d had his
heart broken, Charlie simply didn’t care about the risks. His “what the hell” attitude
served him well and made him practically a legend with his exploits, but sooner or
later, it would get him killed.
Bill was worried about his younger brother. Karina Petrov had done a real number
on him, and Bill cursed the day he had introduced them. She had been his date,
but they hadn’t clicked, so he’d handed her off to Charlie. Two years into their very
serious relationship, she up and left without a word. When Charlie finally tracked her
down, he found her naked and entwined with another man. Another very rich man.
Bill hoped the whore got herself dumped. He’d been getting more and more restless
as the War dragged on and he just wished it would end so he could get to work finding
Miss Just Right. It had always irritated him the way people dreamed about finding
that “perfect” person. No one on the face of this earth was perfect and besides,
how boring would it be to be saddled with a “perfect” person?
Nope, Bill just wanted to find Miss Just Right For Him. He knew she had to be out
there somewhere and as soon as this damn war was over, Bill was going to track her down.
If he had to go through half the female population of Britain and Europe, then so be it.
Once he found her, Bill would get his job back at Gringotts, buy a little house that
reminded him of the Burrow, and set to work creating a whole new generation of
Weasleys. A chore he most certainly would enjoy.
Yep, the woman he chose would have to be amenable to having at the very least,
half a dozen children. Once he found his mate, he’d keep her barefoot and
pregnant until she was so used to him, she’d never want anyone else.
He might have a reputation as being a “nice” man, but he was stubborn as a
mule and downright intractable when it came to something he wanted.
Once he set his mind to something, that was it. Finis. End of story. That’s all she wrote.
His refusal to budge had driven many a woman away, but it was too
much a part of him to change. Of course, perhaps he just hadn’t met a
woman who could convince him to change his mind. There was a thought.
Pushing his contemplations to the back of his mind, Bill pulled on his clothes.
Dumbledore had called an Order meeting this morning and mentioned that
he might have an assignment for him. It had been a few weeks since he’d
been sent out and Bill had been chomping at the bit to get back into the action.
It kept his mind off other things. Like homenomen problems.
Grabbing his wand, Bill Apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He turned
the doorknob and walked in amid the loud chatter and arguing. Hopefully Albus
would have something interesting for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, there’s chapter One! It took me a while to finish, but I wasn’t sure where it was going yet. My main priority is “My Mate”, which Chapter 12 should be up in a day or two. As far as Bill and Michelle go, I’m trying to make sure Bill is a strong character. While is he is “nice”, there will be more to him than that. He’s got a Weasley temper after all. I’m starting to feel sorry for Charlie. We’ll have to do something for him in a later story. Anyway, they should meet probably in chapter 3. The next chapter will be setting the scene just a bit more and then, we should be off! Fleur and Gabrielle will make an appearance, and Fleur will actually have a significant role. HINT: Fleur will not be a very nice person in this.
I always hated that everyone kept pairing Bill with Fleur instead of giving him someone nice. Hence, Michelle.
Upcoming: Deatheaters, Veela instincts, conniving sisters, enforced alone time, and Weasley temper!
Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. PLEASE review and let me know what you think. I want to make sure it all makes sense to my readers. Questions, comments, input!
Have a beautiful day! =)
Pegasus7