A House Homecoming for All

Big D looked almost forlorn as he scoured his tantric abode for any useful implements for what he wanted Wormtail to withstand for the night. There were none entirely appropriate for his prurient needs and so he sat there, on his big manacle-enriched lazy boy, pouting like a boy who couldn\'t finway way to lick his own dick.

After his loss of that delightfully talented Tiera, now he had no one but Pettigrew to do that for him either, but he\'d exact the penalty for such disobedience and treachery on his two most attractive followers. He needed some personal assistence, subservience and platitude, he needed... some one to clean up the dump as well! He\'d be damned if he\'d reduce himself to using common cleaning spells upon his own mangy sty. Yes, there was only one thing to do, abduct Dobby.

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\"Sir, Dobby is very sorry, most agrieved. He only did it to preserve his race and to garner each and every one of us some freedom!\" Dobby shrieked hysterically, banging his wrists on the cold, naked floor. Jess looked on disgustedly, eerily reminding Lucius of the expression Narcissa always used to have before bedtime; Snape stood stoically to the left, looking down at the snivelling cretin and tapping his toes inside of his boots.

\"Dobby, you know perfectly that it was not the right way to go about doing things. Why didn\'t you sconsult with a good wizard before you made such a rash decision and led your people into distaster\'s clutches?\" Dumbledore said slowly, actually making some semblance of sense today, Snape ruefully noted.

\"Headmaster, I\'d be grateful to take him off your hands, especially in light of all we\'ve sacrificed for the light. I will inevitably need more than my son\'s meagre assitence in restoring the manor to its former glory and since Dobby is already quite familar with the foundation...\" Lucius\' voice felt like liquid sugar Jess just wanted to rinse off, especially as Dumbledore\'s own simpering tones only seemed to compliment the calculated suggestion too well for comfort.

\"Why, Lucius, I would be most obliged if you would,\" Jess\' mouth shot open to interject a heady warning, but Snape\'s arm gently pulled her back and gave her a silencing pat on the rump.

\"Dobby has already told everyone that the revolution has failed and... and...\" Jessica seethed in silence as Lucius raised an eyebrow patronizingly and Dumbly merely audibly wheezed.

\"Dobby will go with his old master as his penance,\" Dobby\'s ears hung low along his cheekbones and Jessica\'s malevolence softened a wee bit.

\"What if Voldemort still wants to take up world domination as he\'s wont to do, and goes after Dobby again?\" Snape interjected to Jessica\'s relief. Dumbledore looked mildly pensive for a brief moment before running off somewhere without saying a word. For a a few minutes, the dissentive group just looked furtively at one another, Jessica mouthing obscenities to Snape and Cait looking moritified as Lucius pinched her bum without warning.

Dumbledore spluttered his way back onto the bizzare scene and apologized for leaving his bath running. Jessica sighed as the protection spells of Hogwarts lif lifted from the trembling betrodden elf and Lucius fumed as he suddenly remembered his cane.

\"Jessica, get my cane, will you?\" he commanded aloof, although Jess knew he was desperately worried.

\"I thought you were going to see Draco first,\" Snape rolled his eyes and stalked over to the opposite end of the hall and knocked on the Slytherin commonroom door; Draco answered in nothing but his trunks after a day swimming with the giant squid with Andrew and shrank back inside the porthold immediately upon seeing a disgruntled sneer decorated with platinum trim.

\"I\'ll be out in a minute!\" the faint rustle of robes were heard through the thin barrier along with another male voice who sounded tragically concerned, as if it would be the last time either one would see each other again. Then there was a minute of silence in which Jessica and Cait blushed, knowing instinctively what was taking place behind the shining green decorum.

Draco emerged holding Andrew\'s hand warily and Andrew, whose glasses still possessed the sweet percipitation of a good snog, flushed crimson upon the closer inspection of Lucius whose face was now entirely unreadable. Jessica chose to break the silence as per usual.

\"Um, Andrew, perhaps you and Cait should go on up to Gryffindor Tower while Lucius speaks to Draco for a bit...\"sicasica\'s eyes flitted back constantly between father and son in expectance of a duel, \"Draco, Lucius needs your help reassembling your acestoral home.\"

Draco nodded mutely and unclasped his hand rather melodramatically with Andrew with a longing look and came towards his father who promptly swished around and stormed out the way they\'d come in. Sighing, Jessica encouraged him to follow, muttering something about not allowing a puny excuse of a servant to beat him in his chase and looped her arm around Snape\'s own.

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On their way up to the tower, Cait didn\'t even attempt to question Andrew\'s perogative for comiserating with such a disolute replica of Lucius and numbly mounted the stairs until she reached the top. Andrew had stopped midway and was staring out of the stained window overlooking the Quidditch Pitch, garnering a strangled grunt of frustration from his fellow descendent and yank up the rest of the way.

\"I don\'t understand it, you know! Yea, he\'s rich but you have enough money to buy the Leaky Couldron, right? So why don\'t you just leave him alone and place your loyalties where they belong?!\" Cait was livid and ready to insinerate her favourite pillow had she known the spell to do it.

\"Why don\'t you just make up YOUR mind between Lupin and Wood, eh!\" Cait shut her mouth immediately and sat down more placidly than she\'d walked in.

\"You\'re right. I\'m still worried about Jess and those two snakes though-\"

\"In case you hadn\'t notice, Jess is a \"snake\" as well and they haven\'t murdered her yet, have they?\" Andrew flounced down on a nearby chesterfield and perdured the nonsensical wrath of a Gryffindor.

\"Andrew, they\'re still dangerous and now that they\'ve been discovered as spies to the Dark Lord, she\'s bound to be at even greater risk!\" although Cait was right in theory, Andrew couldn\'t withstand the idea that Draco\'s father would hurt Jessica after the grand charade they\'d played just to ultimately protect her to begin with. After spending so much time in blissful natural piety with the boy and learning that everything wasn\'t as it appeared, he had little doubt that Lucius wasn\'t as pernicious as he was made out to be.

But then, Andrew suddenly leapt up as he felt something pass underneath his legs and there, tear stained and upset, was the Bloody Baron\'s useless form, even more damscene than usual.

\"Hello, Baron,\" Andrew greeted nervously, already portending the reception he\'d get. But could he truly blame him? He was vulnerable after his stint in Voldemort\'s most prurient tomb and comforted by a handsome, fully corepereal boy searching for validation as well; it was only natural for him to gravitate towards something so easily attainable and fruitful (lol).

\"So, this is the way you wanted it? Our sessions will be no more and your tutelage left incomplete?\" he stated in monotone with very little swagger.

\"I suppose-\"

\"I can\'t blame you for picking someone from my own house, however it is a blow to my ego you realise...\" the Baron\'s eyes began to water and Andrew felt like greasy pond scum scraped off of the Giant Squid\'s tentacles as soon as the winter ice broke on the lake.

\"I\'m sorry, perhaps you should pay a visit to Jess and Snape, they\'re back now,\" Andrew mumbled softly, averting his eyes from the wretchedly hovering figure before him, once terribly lustful and wise in the ways of lovemaking, but now only seemed a fake reality of what he\'d been dying for (bad pun, I know) ages.

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Meanwhile, back in the dungeons, Jessica and Snape were just about to try a new position when there was a knock at the doorwellwell, not so much a knock as a scratch. Jess jolted off her post and skittered into the closet whilst Snape grumbled his way to his robe and opened the door just a crack. There, floating rather pathetically, was the ghost of Tiera, grasping her miniature cross pendant and whispering something inaudible. Slamming promptly, Snape ran backwards and into the closet where Jessica was fumbling with her bra; he had to tell her that there were more pernt tnt things to fumble with at the moment.

A/N: I had to bring her back.