Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Chelleybelle – I know that JK, said that. Since this is Non-CannoN anyway, I have made Blaise Mulatto - Italian for the purposes of this story. I love the lazy Italian way of doing things. It just made him more fun to me. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, NICE package. (Hehe), but that does not mean he cannot be Mulatto and Italian. I personally find mulatto children to be some of the most beautiful children in the world. In addition, although this is obvious, skin color is not a precursor to culture. There are many Black Italians, especially in Sardinia. Just like, there are many “Black” British people, etc. Therefore, I just figured that he was one of those. =) P.S. I love your attention to details! It is what makes your fics so interesting.




Soft Obsidian- I am not sure how long this story will be, I am definitely playing it by ear. My standard is 45 chapters, but this is only my second story so who knows! Weeeee. Sorry about your dislike of Snape.. he makes me soo hot. *Smiles....* Enjoy, the story and thanks for the reviews!!!


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Nagini had been thinking rather hard about the circumstances that would ultimately lead to her death. She recognized the look in Ginny’s eyes when she looked at Blaise. Blaise was scowling while he gingerly handled the cans of potted meat. It was rather amusing to watch him, but Nagini could not afford to get distracted.

Nagini grabbed Harry’s hand and gently motioned for him to follow her to the other room. Harry flushed and followed her. Once inside the room, Nagini turned to face him with a solemn look.

“Time is running out, Harry,” whispered Nagini as she pressed his hand into her cheek. “We need to consolidate our plans. There are too many random elements now.”
Harry swallowed hard looking into Nagini’s hypnotic gaze. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered hoarsely.

“We don’t have a choice, do we?” Nagini clasped Harry against her, her face pressing into his neck.

“Actually you do,” a female voice spoke from behind them.

Hermione stood and watched them with a sad smile on her face from the doorway. “We could find another way to kill He-who-must-not-be-named. The reason why we need to destroy the Horocrux, is that pieces of the Dark Lord’s soul lie dormant in you both.

“What if we could remove the soul? Then you could be free from his influence and we could stop him without losing Nagini,” whispered Hermione.

Harry rubbed his scar thoughtfully. “It’s worth a shot at least. Repairing a soul is dark magic though. How would we go about doing something like that? Is it even possible?”

“Repairing his soul is a brilliant idea, Harry,” Nagini whispered excitedly. “I have heard of such a thing, in my own country. People come from miles around to bath in the waters of Kashmir. It is said there is a place of such healing that the devil himself will kill prevent those from entering and forgiving their sins in this life.”

Harry looked dubious. “I doubt Voldemort could be cured of evil by water.”

Nagini smiled patiently. “No, but the water would heal the parts of his soul that are missing. It would sever his ties to his Horocrux. Especially if we can combine that with some counter charms, it might work.”

Harry quickly related the information to Hermione who waited patiently while they spoke.

Hermione looked at Nagini with a completely new level of respect. “I need to learn Hindi. I think I could learn a bit from you. Oh, I am such a dunce; I cannot believe I did not think of it before! My Memorization charm!

“Harry! I can get a book of Hindi and we can all learn to speak it. Besides, we will need to learn it if we are going to go to India anyway,” exclaimed Hermione.

Hermione shrugged. “I need to get into the restricted section at Hogwarts. Besides Harry, it is not dark magic necessarily, but powerful, old magic. I had a dream last night. I think I may be right, I do not know why but I do. “Also, I need to get into the potions stores. There is a powerful memory charm that I have used before to memorize whole textbooks in hours, not days. Verbatim.”

“What are you going on about?” questioned Draco, as he popped up besides her.

“I have to go back to Hogwarts—

“— No way,” interrupted Draco.

“Yes! I have to if we are going to defeat him. I need supplies and books,” sighed Hermione.

“Unacceptable, you will be captured,” growled Draco annoyed.

“Hold on a tic, you said Memorization Charm. You little cheat! No wonder you barely had better grades then me. Professor Snape had your number, didn’t he? Caught you quoting directly from the book,” laughed Draco.

“It’s not cheating to use magic in school. I simply accelerated my learning process to match my comprehension level,” huffed Hermione.

“You cheated,” drawled Draco.

“Anyway… that’s hardly the point, is it? We can use the charm to our betterment now,” Hermione pointed out.

Harry felt instant relief. Hermione would figure out a way to solve this mess. He would not have to kill anybody. Nagini relaxed against him, echoing that same feeling obviously.

“I will go to the school tonight,” declared Hermione and she walked into the kitchen where everybody was gathered.

Ginny looked up in surprise at her declaration. Blaise stopped scooping bits of meat onto various plates with cold, canned vegetables. The things he did for adventure was being to wear on him.

“Excuse me, what?” Ginny frowned across at Hermione.

“I’m going to Hogwarts to steal potion ingredients and some old books,” replied Hermione calmly.

“You’re daft,” remarked Blaise cheerfully, while he made a face at the smudge of potted meat on his sleeve.

Blaise gasped at his ruined sleeve and Ginny ignored him.

“I think you are very brave,” Luna smiled at Hermione encouragingly.

Hermione gripped her wand tightly in her right hand. “Let’s hope you are right,” she whispered and headed for the door.



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Mariah Higgs was a patient girl and the last few hours went by rather quickly. Slowly, her guard became relaxed around the Dark Wizard who was now her Master. He would have been handsome once, dark hair, dark eyes and a rangy, lean build. A handsome but cruel visage, ravaged by his years in Azkaban.

Mariah re-filled the last of the potion bottles and lined them up in a neat row. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she felt her belly growl from the lack of food. Lestrange heard the rumble from the girls belly and he mentally thought of food.
Suddenly, a huge tray of food appeared before him. A roast chicken, with oyster stuffing, mashed potatoes and sautéed vegetables. A large glass of pumpkin juice, and assorted fruit pies rested on the corner of the tray.

Mariah stared at the pile of food with purposefully blank eyes. So many times, she had been conned into thinking she would have something other then the gruel that they gave the slaves here. Not anymore. The smell of the rosemary and lemon drenched chicken was overpowering the scent of the potions in front of her.

She heard the chair scrape as Lestrange sat down to eat the feast. She wanted to murder him in cold blood. This was too cruel. Eating that in front of her when she is starving like this. Closing her eyes, she imagined the crispness of the green peas as they popped under her tongue. Mariah was drooling.

Snape watched the girl struggling with her pride. He was impressed, not a single pleading note, pushed past her stubborn red lips. He chewed thoughtfully on a bite of moist turkey.

Mariah turned around to Snape and she bowed her head, the tendrils of hair, covered her covetous expression.

“I am done, Sir,” whispered Mariah.

“Come sit next to me,” commanded Snape.

Mariah’s stomach rebelled at the thought of being denied more food. Grudgingly she walked forward and moved to sit next to him in an empty chair.

“No, sit in my lap,” Snape murmured testing her.

Mariah woodenly moved to sit across his lap. Her legs tucked up as she leaned back against his chest like a child. The food was right in front of her now. Mariah wanted to cry. Great gasping sobs, threatening to push forth from her chest.

Snape felt the girl quiver and he idly tucked back a length of her hair, staring into her blue eyes. “This is for you,” he whispered into her ear.

Mariah looked disbelievingly at him. “Go ahead, pick up a fork.” Snape replied to her questioning look.

“I am not such a pig that I can eat a whole chicken,” Snape whispered snarkily.

Mariah picked up the fork and dug into the chicken, and took a bite. A small moan of pleasure came from her mouth as her taste buds burst to life suddenly. Mariah swallowed convulsively. Snape watched her, as she began to scoop more of the food into her mouth, chewing rapidly, barely tasting the food.

Snape gave a rusty laugh at her vehemence in finishing the dish. “You are going to make yourself sick.”

Mariah slowly pushed back a mostly empty plate. She placed a hand to her belly that felt swollen, it was so full. Her eyelids drooped as she felt the comforting lull of fullness set in. She had not eaten in such a way in over four long months.

Snape felt the girl droop in his arms and he adjusted his weight slightly. She reminded him of those lazy cats that will sleep anywhere with nonchalance that comes from a lack of caring. The damned girl was practically snoring in his lap. He hooked an arm under her legs and one over her back and he rose up, carrying her to the spare couch in his office. He deposited her on the couch and drew a throw over her exhausted body.

The girl turned to press her face into the couch pillows there with a faint murmur of contentment. The bloody ungrateful chit did not even say thank you. Snape smirked at her cheek and blew out the candle lighting up his Potions Office. There would be plenty of time tomorrow.





TBC

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A/N, I can tell I am hungry because of the way I wrote that scene. Sorry if its too long winded. LOL, dang work.


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