#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
20,779
Reviews:
261
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Contacting Cassandra
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 20 ~ Contacting Cassandra
Marcus and Endora apparated outside of a small brown house. It had a neat, if rather barren lawn, and looked like it could use a good coat of paint. The neighborhood wasn’t affluent, to say the least.
“Well, we’re here,” Endora said, walking up the walkway, and unwarding the door. Marcus followed her. They entered the dark house, and Endora warded the door securely. Marcus wondered if this was how it was for her. Coming home to a dark house and warding the door every night afraid something outside might get in.
She waved her hand, and lights came on. Marcus looked around. There were a lot of books stacked neatly around the sparsely furnished living room. She had two well worn arm chairs and a couch. A single picture of flowers hung on the wall. Marcus could see the kitchen. There was a table and one place setting.
“It’s not much,” Endora said softly, “but it’s home. Please sit down while I get what I need.”
Marcus folded his long frame into the armchair. He could feel a spring digging into his butt. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering why she just didn’t transfigure her furniture into something more comfortable and visually appealing. Everything had a kind of washed-out color. Cassandra was probably the brightest thing in her life.
Endora returned. She carried a bit of coconut shell, a glass vial, a quill and parchment, and a tiny bowl. She set the items on a rickety coffee table. Marcus couldn’t resist asking her about her furnishings.
“Endora, why don’t you transfigure some of this stuff into more comfortable furniture?” he asked.
Endore looked embarrassed. “I failed transfiguration miserably,” she said softly, then picked up the vial. She pulled out her wand.
“Hold out your arm,” she said to Marcus. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it. She had failed transfiguration after all. She looked at him.
“I can do this, Marcus. Just because I didn’t pass transfiguration doesn’t mean I’m a complete failure,” she said with a little irritation. It was the first rise out of her the whole night. Marcus smirked and held out his arm. She touched his forearm with her wand. He felt a little pinch.
Endora held up the full vial of blood. It was sealed.
“Ok, that’s done, next the Oath of Service,” she said. She knelt down, picked up the quill and wrote something on the parchment. She handed it to Marcus. He read it.
I, Marcus Delaluci solemnly swear an Oath of Service to the Obeah woman, Cassandra in exchange for services rendered.
Endora held out the quill. “Sign it,” she said shortly.
Marcus propped the parchment on his knee and signed the oath. A flash of blue light confirmed that the oath had taken. Endora took the quill and parchment back from him and placed them on the table. Then she leaned over him and yanked at his hair.
“Ow!” Marcus yelled. “What did you do that for?” he asked, rubbing his head. She held her hand out. In the palm were three blonde hairs.
“Just a little something extra in case she needs it. Be glad I didn’t go for the toenail clippings,” she smirked. So she had a sense of humor. That’s good. In a dump like this she needed it.
Endora picked up the little bowl and sat down in the other worn chair. She placed it on her knee and tapped her head with her wand, extracting a silver strand. She deposited it in the bowl. She removed one more strand and put that in as well. Marcus could see a tiny bit of silver liquid swirling in the tiny bowl.
“That has to be the smallest pensieve I’ve ever seen, “ Marcus commented.
“Yes, it only holds one or two memories. I’m sending Cassandra the information you told me about Alistar, and you asking for her help. She can make her decision based on your plea, while understanding why I agreed to help you contact her. More effective than a letter.”
Marcus nodded. She was bright.
Endora charmed a top on the little pensieve so the contents wouldn’t spill, then rolled the hairs up in the parchment up securely. She placed the vial of blood next to the parchment. She then took the piece of coconut and put it next to the parchment. She cast a spell that bound all the items together. Then she waved her wand. The bundle glowed blue and disappeared.
“The coconut shell was a portkey,” said Marcus, looking at the witch, impressed.
“Yes, I have several in case I need to visit Cassandra quickly. She leaves them here and uses them to return to the island. She has your bundle. Now you wait to see if she will help you.”
Marcus rose. Endora had been a major help to him.
“Thank you, Endora,” he said, moving closer to the witch. She looked up at him with a crooked little smile. His closeness was intoxicating.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, “I hope Cassandra can help you.”
“So do I,” he said, “Is there anything I can do to reward you for your help?”
Endora hesitated, and flushed a bit.
“Maybe…” she said quietly, not looking at him. He reached down and tilted her face up to his.
“What can I do? Name it.” he said.
Endora took a deep breath.
“I am twenty-nine years old. I have never been kissed, never been touched, never done anything remotely exciting except visit the islands. You are the first man who ever bought me a drink or held me in his arms. You are the first man to cross my threshold, the first man in this house. I’m not getting any younger, and I seriously doubt I will ever have another handsome wizard in this house again. So, if you are truly grateful for my help…there is something you can do for me…”
Marcus looked at her blankly for a moment. Then understanding hit him.
“Oh,” he replied at a loss for words. “Oh,” he said again.
Endora sensed his hesitation. “Oh, I see. Not interested. I understand,” she said, turning away and walking to the front door to let him out.
“Er, it’s not that, Endora. It’s just…well. I’m not the kind of man that hangs around, if you know what I mean. You…you might want someone who’ll…well…be there for you. That’s not me,” he said honestly, “plus Cassandra might not take kindly to me …er…having her friend and then trying to get with her.”
“Cassandra’s not that way. She understands these things. She’s been after me to do something with someone. Having sex with a hero would be something, in my book. Anyway, this is your last night before the battle. Taking someone’s virginity might be considered a signature moment. There’s probably worse ways to spend what could possibly be your last night on earth. You’ll go into battle knowing someone wants you to be all right, and will remember you fondly if you don’t survive. And I don’t want a relationship, Marcus. I’m just tired of never being loved, if only for one night.”
Marcus considered the witch. He walked over to her, and removed her hat, then ran his fingers through her lank hair. He removed her glasses. Yes, her eyes were beautiful. He noticed she was trembling, and decided he could do this, sans his dragon gift for adjustment. He didn’t need it this time. He ran his hand through her hair again. It was soft, and without her glasses she wasn’t a bad looking woman at all. When he held her earlier at the apparation point, he felt substantial curves beneath the oversized robes. This could be quite enjoyable.
“You know it hurts the first time,” he said softly, “are you willing to be hurt?’
“Only if it gets better,” she responded. Good answer.
“It does,” he said, looking down at her and telescoping his eyes.
She gasped and he felt a little surge in his nether regions. Suddenly he swept the surprised witch up in his arms. She let out a little whimper as he held her tightly against his body. The twinge of heat in her belly suddenly flared into a full blaze. She had never felt anything like it. Marcus felt her heating up in his arms, and grinned to himself. Oh yeah.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked her, quite taken with the deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes.
Unable to speak, she pointed at the staircase.
“Let’s go, Endora,” he said as he carried her up the stairs. “It’s going to be a signature night, baby.”
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A/N: I think I will leave this lemon up to your imaginations. Suffice it to say, Marcus has found his woman for the night and at least for one of them, the encounter will mean a lot. Possibly to him too, though Endora is not a rival for Cassandra. Maybe he will have a little residual glow from her when he hits the astral plane. Please review.
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Chapter 20 ~ Contacting Cassandra
Marcus and Endora apparated outside of a small brown house. It had a neat, if rather barren lawn, and looked like it could use a good coat of paint. The neighborhood wasn’t affluent, to say the least.
“Well, we’re here,” Endora said, walking up the walkway, and unwarding the door. Marcus followed her. They entered the dark house, and Endora warded the door securely. Marcus wondered if this was how it was for her. Coming home to a dark house and warding the door every night afraid something outside might get in.
She waved her hand, and lights came on. Marcus looked around. There were a lot of books stacked neatly around the sparsely furnished living room. She had two well worn arm chairs and a couch. A single picture of flowers hung on the wall. Marcus could see the kitchen. There was a table and one place setting.
“It’s not much,” Endora said softly, “but it’s home. Please sit down while I get what I need.”
Marcus folded his long frame into the armchair. He could feel a spring digging into his butt. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering why she just didn’t transfigure her furniture into something more comfortable and visually appealing. Everything had a kind of washed-out color. Cassandra was probably the brightest thing in her life.
Endora returned. She carried a bit of coconut shell, a glass vial, a quill and parchment, and a tiny bowl. She set the items on a rickety coffee table. Marcus couldn’t resist asking her about her furnishings.
“Endora, why don’t you transfigure some of this stuff into more comfortable furniture?” he asked.
Endore looked embarrassed. “I failed transfiguration miserably,” she said softly, then picked up the vial. She pulled out her wand.
“Hold out your arm,” she said to Marcus. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it. She had failed transfiguration after all. She looked at him.
“I can do this, Marcus. Just because I didn’t pass transfiguration doesn’t mean I’m a complete failure,” she said with a little irritation. It was the first rise out of her the whole night. Marcus smirked and held out his arm. She touched his forearm with her wand. He felt a little pinch.
Endora held up the full vial of blood. It was sealed.
“Ok, that’s done, next the Oath of Service,” she said. She knelt down, picked up the quill and wrote something on the parchment. She handed it to Marcus. He read it.
I, Marcus Delaluci solemnly swear an Oath of Service to the Obeah woman, Cassandra in exchange for services rendered.
Endora held out the quill. “Sign it,” she said shortly.
Marcus propped the parchment on his knee and signed the oath. A flash of blue light confirmed that the oath had taken. Endora took the quill and parchment back from him and placed them on the table. Then she leaned over him and yanked at his hair.
“Ow!” Marcus yelled. “What did you do that for?” he asked, rubbing his head. She held her hand out. In the palm were three blonde hairs.
“Just a little something extra in case she needs it. Be glad I didn’t go for the toenail clippings,” she smirked. So she had a sense of humor. That’s good. In a dump like this she needed it.
Endora picked up the little bowl and sat down in the other worn chair. She placed it on her knee and tapped her head with her wand, extracting a silver strand. She deposited it in the bowl. She removed one more strand and put that in as well. Marcus could see a tiny bit of silver liquid swirling in the tiny bowl.
“That has to be the smallest pensieve I’ve ever seen, “ Marcus commented.
“Yes, it only holds one or two memories. I’m sending Cassandra the information you told me about Alistar, and you asking for her help. She can make her decision based on your plea, while understanding why I agreed to help you contact her. More effective than a letter.”
Marcus nodded. She was bright.
Endora charmed a top on the little pensieve so the contents wouldn’t spill, then rolled the hairs up in the parchment up securely. She placed the vial of blood next to the parchment. She then took the piece of coconut and put it next to the parchment. She cast a spell that bound all the items together. Then she waved her wand. The bundle glowed blue and disappeared.
“The coconut shell was a portkey,” said Marcus, looking at the witch, impressed.
“Yes, I have several in case I need to visit Cassandra quickly. She leaves them here and uses them to return to the island. She has your bundle. Now you wait to see if she will help you.”
Marcus rose. Endora had been a major help to him.
“Thank you, Endora,” he said, moving closer to the witch. She looked up at him with a crooked little smile. His closeness was intoxicating.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, “I hope Cassandra can help you.”
“So do I,” he said, “Is there anything I can do to reward you for your help?”
Endora hesitated, and flushed a bit.
“Maybe…” she said quietly, not looking at him. He reached down and tilted her face up to his.
“What can I do? Name it.” he said.
Endora took a deep breath.
“I am twenty-nine years old. I have never been kissed, never been touched, never done anything remotely exciting except visit the islands. You are the first man who ever bought me a drink or held me in his arms. You are the first man to cross my threshold, the first man in this house. I’m not getting any younger, and I seriously doubt I will ever have another handsome wizard in this house again. So, if you are truly grateful for my help…there is something you can do for me…”
Marcus looked at her blankly for a moment. Then understanding hit him.
“Oh,” he replied at a loss for words. “Oh,” he said again.
Endora sensed his hesitation. “Oh, I see. Not interested. I understand,” she said, turning away and walking to the front door to let him out.
“Er, it’s not that, Endora. It’s just…well. I’m not the kind of man that hangs around, if you know what I mean. You…you might want someone who’ll…well…be there for you. That’s not me,” he said honestly, “plus Cassandra might not take kindly to me …er…having her friend and then trying to get with her.”
“Cassandra’s not that way. She understands these things. She’s been after me to do something with someone. Having sex with a hero would be something, in my book. Anyway, this is your last night before the battle. Taking someone’s virginity might be considered a signature moment. There’s probably worse ways to spend what could possibly be your last night on earth. You’ll go into battle knowing someone wants you to be all right, and will remember you fondly if you don’t survive. And I don’t want a relationship, Marcus. I’m just tired of never being loved, if only for one night.”
Marcus considered the witch. He walked over to her, and removed her hat, then ran his fingers through her lank hair. He removed her glasses. Yes, her eyes were beautiful. He noticed she was trembling, and decided he could do this, sans his dragon gift for adjustment. He didn’t need it this time. He ran his hand through her hair again. It was soft, and without her glasses she wasn’t a bad looking woman at all. When he held her earlier at the apparation point, he felt substantial curves beneath the oversized robes. This could be quite enjoyable.
“You know it hurts the first time,” he said softly, “are you willing to be hurt?’
“Only if it gets better,” she responded. Good answer.
“It does,” he said, looking down at her and telescoping his eyes.
She gasped and he felt a little surge in his nether regions. Suddenly he swept the surprised witch up in his arms. She let out a little whimper as he held her tightly against his body. The twinge of heat in her belly suddenly flared into a full blaze. She had never felt anything like it. Marcus felt her heating up in his arms, and grinned to himself. Oh yeah.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked her, quite taken with the deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes.
Unable to speak, she pointed at the staircase.
“Let’s go, Endora,” he said as he carried her up the stairs. “It’s going to be a signature night, baby.”
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A/N: I think I will leave this lemon up to your imaginations. Suffice it to say, Marcus has found his woman for the night and at least for one of them, the encounter will mean a lot. Possibly to him too, though Endora is not a rival for Cassandra. Maybe he will have a little residual glow from her when he hits the astral plane. Please review.