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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
20,781
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261
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Endora Visits the Obeah
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 22 ~ Endora Visits the Obeah
Endora awoke about noon. She stretched sensually in the huge bed Marcus had left for her, and wore an uncharacteristic smile. She ached a bit, but she didn’t care. It reminded her of what she lost and gained last night. She had her reservations at first, thinking it was a foolish thing she asked of the blonde wizard, but she was glad she did it. She felt complete now, like a whole woman. Marcus had been wonderful, patient, and gentle, at first anyway. He was a good teacher, and according to him, she was a more than apt pupil. He said she would make any man happy, and the wizard she finally chose to love would be lucky to have her.
She didn’t have any illusions. Marcus wasn’t the wizard for her. He lived a lonely life himself, by choice, she imagined. Maybe Cassandra would help him find himself. She certainly hoped the Obeah would help him in his battle tonight. Hm, she had a port key. Maybe she would visit the Obeah today and plead Marcus’ case herself, just to make sure. She didn’t want to see anything happen to him.
She reached for her ratty housecoat that usually was on the chair by the bed. She grasped some unfamiliar fabric and pulled it to her. She couldn’t see it clearly, so reached for her glasses. Her hands brushed over two pairs. She hesitated, and picked up the unfamiliar pair and put them on. Wow, wire frames. She looked at the clothing she held in her hands. Marcus had changed her old, holey housecoat into a blue silk one. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and stood up, and put it on, holding it close to her body. She walked to her mirror. It said, “My goodness, Endora! You are absolutely glowing…and your glasses are so flattering!”
Endora was shocked. Her mirror was noticeably silent, not wanting to make her feel bad, she supposed. This was the first time in months it had spoke to her. She looked at herself closely. She did look different. And the glasses really were nice, they let her hazel eyes be seen. She looked almost pretty. Her hair was wildly arranged all over her head…she tried to smooth it down but it seemed to have a life of its own. She looked around her bedroom. Marcus had made it really beautiful. She would probably stay in here all the time now. It was the loveliest room in her dreary house. She walked out into the hallway…and gasped.
Everything in the hallway was changed. It didn’t look like her home at all. What had Marcus done? She walked through the house, her mouth wide open as she looked at the new furnishings, paint and rugs. She walked down the stairs and saw the mural on the wall, a beautiful scene of the ocean as seen from an island shore, and it moved, the trees swaying in the breeze, the water lapping the shore, and sea birds wheeled in the distance as clouds drifted by. She stared at it a moment, then took in the rest of the room. Her magazines and books were neatly put away on floor to ceiling bookshelves, and she had beautiful armchairs, a lovely sofa and a coffee table with storage space underneath. She plopped down on the sofa and bounced, smiling. She walked into her bright yellow kitchen, taking in the new appliances. He had even changed her mismatched silverware and dishes. The dishes had multicolored fruit on them, and looked very tropical and bright.
She walked back into the living room and glanced out the window. Was that a white picket fence? Oh my gods. She rushed outside into the yard and turned to look at her house. It was painted green, her favorite color. How had he known? She even had shutters, and the broken shingles and door edges were all repaired. There were flowers and noticeably more grass. She walked back inside of her newly remodeled domicile and sat down on the plush couch, dazed. No one had ever shown her such kindness before. Cassandra had told her that Marcus had a lot of evil inside him, and the Obeah was never wrong in her assessment of others, but a truly evil man wouldn’t have done this, she was sure. There was nothing in it for Marcus. This was a true act of kindness. He did for her what she couldn’t do for herself.
The truth was, and even Marcus didn’t even realize it as he made the changes in the witch’s house, was that he wanted to leave someone happy behind. He thought he did it because it gave him pleasure to think that she would have someplace nice to call her own. Maybe make some friends and invite them over, or meet a man and not be ashamed to bring him home. But he did it, because deep down he wanted someone to remember him as more than a one-night stand, or a monster. She had given him something precious after all, something to carry with him into the fight. It wasn’t the power of love, but it was something that had meaning. He’d make due with that. And he knew if he died, at least Endora would grieve for him for a little while. Someone would care that he no longer walked the earth. He’d be remembered.
Endora looked around her home again. Her eyes welled up, and she cried and cried until she had no more tears left. Then, she laughed. She couldn’t remember being this happy since her childhood. She rose and went upstairs to shower. She needed to see Cassandra right away.
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Cassandra was outside, arranging ingredients and herbs she would need for the ritual later today, when Endora appeared, holding a bit of blue glowing coconut. Cassandra looked up at her and smiled.
“I was wondering when you’d get here, girl,” she grinned, enveloping the witch in a friendly embrace. She held Endora at arms length and looked at her closely.
“You are glowing, girl. The dragon man was good for you, yes?” she asked, her eyes soft as she looked at her friend, “You are happy now. Your spirit is singing. I can hear it.” Cassandra looked down at her royal blue robes. “This is the first time I’ve seen you in colors and a robe that truly fits. You are looking very lovely, Endora,” she said, smiling and releasing the witch.
Endora blushed, “Marcus left me these,” she said, “and he left me a whole new house too, Cassandra. Furniture, rugs, bookshelves, appliances…everything. He made over the whole thing before he left, without telling me.”
Cassandra looked thoughtful. “That was a very great kindness the dragon man did for you. I told him there was a little light in every darkness. It seems he found a bit of it in you. It is a good thing he has done. Selfless. It will help him in the battle.”
Endora hesitated, then asked timidly, “Are you going to help him, Cassandra?”
The Obeah looked at her friend kindly. “He has made you happy and I am grateful my fair sister has been awakened. Yes, I will help him with all my power.”
Endora released the breath she’d been holding. She looked at the ingredients that Cassandra had laid out with interest. There was a little Marcus doll too, three blonde hairs sticking out of the wax, and his violet eyes created with the juice of berries. She knew his blood had been worked into the body. Cassandra would cast protection on this doll, summon spirits to guard him. Endora knew better than to pick it up. She would contaminate it. She turned to Cassandra.
“Cassandra, I want to help him too. Is there anything I can do to help you help him?” she asked the Obeah. Cassandra gave her a measured look, her honey eyes sweeping up and down her.
“Yes. You can help. You and he are still tied by the blood he took last night when he deflowered you. The bond will fade, but for now it is still very strong. Currently, you are the one who cares most for him in this world. It isn’t quite love, but it is a power just the same. But what you will have to do, Endora…is not think of how you are feeling about him now. Push it to the back of your mind, and think of anything else. That way, the power of your emotion will be strong when I call on you to think of him. Do you understand?”
How was she supposed to do that? Push him out of her mind when he was so freshly imprinted? Cassandra looked at her and saw her concern.
“Come with me, Endora,’ she said, taking the witch’s arm and walking with her to the hut. Cassandra glanced at her hair, which was still rather wild even after the shower.
“I guess the dragon man woke up your hair too,” the black woman snickered.
Endora touched her hair, “I can’t seem to do anything with it,” she said, trying to smooth it down.
“It looks good wild,” Cassandra said as they entered the hut. She sat Endora on a stool and rifled through a wicker basket on the floor. Endora could hear things clinking and clanking together. Finally, Cassandra pulled out a little flask and handed it to Endora, who uncorked it and sniffed it, her nose wrinkling with distaste.
“You want me to drink this?” she asked looking at Cassandra, who had her hands on her hips.
“Yes. If you want to help Marcus, you must drink that to hold back your feelings until they are needed,” the Obeah replied.
Endora clamped her nose shut with two fingers and drank the horrible liquid down. It was truly disgusting. She looked at Cassandra.
“I don’t want to know what went into that, do I?” she asked the woman.
Cassandra shook her head solemnly. “No. You really don’t, girl.”
Endora was about to reply, when suddenly the world flipped over, and she lost consciousness. Cassandra caught her, and pulled her over to a grass mat on the ground. She laid her friend out gently.
“You sleep now. Dream of the dragon man. I will wake you when you are needed,” she said to her friend softly, smoothing her hair out of her face and removing her glasses, “and you will be needed soon.”
Cassandra left Endora sleeping peacefully on the floor, and resumed her preparations. It would be a hard night ahead.
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A/N: Marcus is getting quite a posse behind him. Now he has another connection to the world through Endora’s blood. It’s temporary, but still it’s something. And Peeves has decided, reluctantly, to help him if he needs it, and he has Cassandra protecting him. Hey, he might make it after all. But it’s still up in the air. Potion drinking next chapter. There is going to be a rather funny start to their adventure. Please review.
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Chapter 22 ~ Endora Visits the Obeah
Endora awoke about noon. She stretched sensually in the huge bed Marcus had left for her, and wore an uncharacteristic smile. She ached a bit, but she didn’t care. It reminded her of what she lost and gained last night. She had her reservations at first, thinking it was a foolish thing she asked of the blonde wizard, but she was glad she did it. She felt complete now, like a whole woman. Marcus had been wonderful, patient, and gentle, at first anyway. He was a good teacher, and according to him, she was a more than apt pupil. He said she would make any man happy, and the wizard she finally chose to love would be lucky to have her.
She didn’t have any illusions. Marcus wasn’t the wizard for her. He lived a lonely life himself, by choice, she imagined. Maybe Cassandra would help him find himself. She certainly hoped the Obeah would help him in his battle tonight. Hm, she had a port key. Maybe she would visit the Obeah today and plead Marcus’ case herself, just to make sure. She didn’t want to see anything happen to him.
She reached for her ratty housecoat that usually was on the chair by the bed. She grasped some unfamiliar fabric and pulled it to her. She couldn’t see it clearly, so reached for her glasses. Her hands brushed over two pairs. She hesitated, and picked up the unfamiliar pair and put them on. Wow, wire frames. She looked at the clothing she held in her hands. Marcus had changed her old, holey housecoat into a blue silk one. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and stood up, and put it on, holding it close to her body. She walked to her mirror. It said, “My goodness, Endora! You are absolutely glowing…and your glasses are so flattering!”
Endora was shocked. Her mirror was noticeably silent, not wanting to make her feel bad, she supposed. This was the first time in months it had spoke to her. She looked at herself closely. She did look different. And the glasses really were nice, they let her hazel eyes be seen. She looked almost pretty. Her hair was wildly arranged all over her head…she tried to smooth it down but it seemed to have a life of its own. She looked around her bedroom. Marcus had made it really beautiful. She would probably stay in here all the time now. It was the loveliest room in her dreary house. She walked out into the hallway…and gasped.
Everything in the hallway was changed. It didn’t look like her home at all. What had Marcus done? She walked through the house, her mouth wide open as she looked at the new furnishings, paint and rugs. She walked down the stairs and saw the mural on the wall, a beautiful scene of the ocean as seen from an island shore, and it moved, the trees swaying in the breeze, the water lapping the shore, and sea birds wheeled in the distance as clouds drifted by. She stared at it a moment, then took in the rest of the room. Her magazines and books were neatly put away on floor to ceiling bookshelves, and she had beautiful armchairs, a lovely sofa and a coffee table with storage space underneath. She plopped down on the sofa and bounced, smiling. She walked into her bright yellow kitchen, taking in the new appliances. He had even changed her mismatched silverware and dishes. The dishes had multicolored fruit on them, and looked very tropical and bright.
She walked back into the living room and glanced out the window. Was that a white picket fence? Oh my gods. She rushed outside into the yard and turned to look at her house. It was painted green, her favorite color. How had he known? She even had shutters, and the broken shingles and door edges were all repaired. There were flowers and noticeably more grass. She walked back inside of her newly remodeled domicile and sat down on the plush couch, dazed. No one had ever shown her such kindness before. Cassandra had told her that Marcus had a lot of evil inside him, and the Obeah was never wrong in her assessment of others, but a truly evil man wouldn’t have done this, she was sure. There was nothing in it for Marcus. This was a true act of kindness. He did for her what she couldn’t do for herself.
The truth was, and even Marcus didn’t even realize it as he made the changes in the witch’s house, was that he wanted to leave someone happy behind. He thought he did it because it gave him pleasure to think that she would have someplace nice to call her own. Maybe make some friends and invite them over, or meet a man and not be ashamed to bring him home. But he did it, because deep down he wanted someone to remember him as more than a one-night stand, or a monster. She had given him something precious after all, something to carry with him into the fight. It wasn’t the power of love, but it was something that had meaning. He’d make due with that. And he knew if he died, at least Endora would grieve for him for a little while. Someone would care that he no longer walked the earth. He’d be remembered.
Endora looked around her home again. Her eyes welled up, and she cried and cried until she had no more tears left. Then, she laughed. She couldn’t remember being this happy since her childhood. She rose and went upstairs to shower. She needed to see Cassandra right away.
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Cassandra was outside, arranging ingredients and herbs she would need for the ritual later today, when Endora appeared, holding a bit of blue glowing coconut. Cassandra looked up at her and smiled.
“I was wondering when you’d get here, girl,” she grinned, enveloping the witch in a friendly embrace. She held Endora at arms length and looked at her closely.
“You are glowing, girl. The dragon man was good for you, yes?” she asked, her eyes soft as she looked at her friend, “You are happy now. Your spirit is singing. I can hear it.” Cassandra looked down at her royal blue robes. “This is the first time I’ve seen you in colors and a robe that truly fits. You are looking very lovely, Endora,” she said, smiling and releasing the witch.
Endora blushed, “Marcus left me these,” she said, “and he left me a whole new house too, Cassandra. Furniture, rugs, bookshelves, appliances…everything. He made over the whole thing before he left, without telling me.”
Cassandra looked thoughtful. “That was a very great kindness the dragon man did for you. I told him there was a little light in every darkness. It seems he found a bit of it in you. It is a good thing he has done. Selfless. It will help him in the battle.”
Endora hesitated, then asked timidly, “Are you going to help him, Cassandra?”
The Obeah looked at her friend kindly. “He has made you happy and I am grateful my fair sister has been awakened. Yes, I will help him with all my power.”
Endora released the breath she’d been holding. She looked at the ingredients that Cassandra had laid out with interest. There was a little Marcus doll too, three blonde hairs sticking out of the wax, and his violet eyes created with the juice of berries. She knew his blood had been worked into the body. Cassandra would cast protection on this doll, summon spirits to guard him. Endora knew better than to pick it up. She would contaminate it. She turned to Cassandra.
“Cassandra, I want to help him too. Is there anything I can do to help you help him?” she asked the Obeah. Cassandra gave her a measured look, her honey eyes sweeping up and down her.
“Yes. You can help. You and he are still tied by the blood he took last night when he deflowered you. The bond will fade, but for now it is still very strong. Currently, you are the one who cares most for him in this world. It isn’t quite love, but it is a power just the same. But what you will have to do, Endora…is not think of how you are feeling about him now. Push it to the back of your mind, and think of anything else. That way, the power of your emotion will be strong when I call on you to think of him. Do you understand?”
How was she supposed to do that? Push him out of her mind when he was so freshly imprinted? Cassandra looked at her and saw her concern.
“Come with me, Endora,’ she said, taking the witch’s arm and walking with her to the hut. Cassandra glanced at her hair, which was still rather wild even after the shower.
“I guess the dragon man woke up your hair too,” the black woman snickered.
Endora touched her hair, “I can’t seem to do anything with it,” she said, trying to smooth it down.
“It looks good wild,” Cassandra said as they entered the hut. She sat Endora on a stool and rifled through a wicker basket on the floor. Endora could hear things clinking and clanking together. Finally, Cassandra pulled out a little flask and handed it to Endora, who uncorked it and sniffed it, her nose wrinkling with distaste.
“You want me to drink this?” she asked looking at Cassandra, who had her hands on her hips.
“Yes. If you want to help Marcus, you must drink that to hold back your feelings until they are needed,” the Obeah replied.
Endora clamped her nose shut with two fingers and drank the horrible liquid down. It was truly disgusting. She looked at Cassandra.
“I don’t want to know what went into that, do I?” she asked the woman.
Cassandra shook her head solemnly. “No. You really don’t, girl.”
Endora was about to reply, when suddenly the world flipped over, and she lost consciousness. Cassandra caught her, and pulled her over to a grass mat on the ground. She laid her friend out gently.
“You sleep now. Dream of the dragon man. I will wake you when you are needed,” she said to her friend softly, smoothing her hair out of her face and removing her glasses, “and you will be needed soon.”
Cassandra left Endora sleeping peacefully on the floor, and resumed her preparations. It would be a hard night ahead.
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A/N: Marcus is getting quite a posse behind him. Now he has another connection to the world through Endora’s blood. It’s temporary, but still it’s something. And Peeves has decided, reluctantly, to help him if he needs it, and he has Cassandra protecting him. Hey, he might make it after all. But it’s still up in the air. Potion drinking next chapter. There is going to be a rather funny start to their adventure. Please review.