Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Thank you for the great reviews as always. I love seeing new reviewers pop up, it makes me think maybe I am actually doing something right. Some people will be happy about this, some wont. Sowwy!!!!!!


Oh and my friend Sureves... ((here is the lowdown on the Elder Wand JKR Style. Draco became the unwitting master of the Elder Wand when he disarmed Dumbledore prior to his death, even though Draco had never actually possessed the wand. The allegiance of this wand passes to whoever disarms its former owner, so Harry, having taken Draco's wand at Malfoy Manor, is its new master. ))


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Mariah woke up to the sound of a scratching on the window inside the room. Mariah blinked, becoming suddenly alert. Sitting up she walked to the window and saw a small crow sitting at the window. Instinct combined with sleepiness caused her to automatically open the window and take the missive in the bird’s beak. A rolled bit of parchment fell into her hands. By the time she realized what she had done, the parchment was unrolled.

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Ms. Higgs,


Your flagrant disrespect and betrayal disappoints me to no end. You have continually struck me, as an honorable person who would uphold any bargains made. Since you obviously cannot be trusted to do so, extreme measures will be taken.


Rudolphus Lestrange.

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Mariah gasped, scanning the letter. A feeling of dread sat rancid in her belly at the words written. The script was neat, precise and unmistakably the Potions Master. Mariah unrolled the rest of the parchment and her fingers touched on a feather that was taped sneakily to the bottom of the letter.

With a scream, she felt herself suddenly spinning out of control, flying away from the place and she shut her eyes, and fell with a hard thud onto hard impacted snow. Mariah hissed in pain and tried to stand up but she was sure that she had sprained her ankle with that stunt. Mariah lay face down in the snow and shivered. The bloody clever git had used a port key. GODS, she was so stupid.

Mariah turned over with a gasp of pain at the throbbing in her ankle. She screamed as she saw someone standing in the shadows.

“Go ahead, wake the neighbors,” murmured a silky voice.

Suddenly Severus Snape loamed out of the shadows, wearing Muggle clothes. Black silk pants, black wool sweater and a button down leather coat that fell past his knees. His black hair fell about his face in silken waves, emphasizing his trademark sneer, his pale face with black liquid eyes and his long roman nose.

Mariah felt something warm uncoil in her belly at the sight of her old Head of House, alive and well, even if he was a snarky bastard. The implications of overhearing Hermione and him talking had not occurred to her yet. IF she was the only one that knew he was alive besides Hermione, he might kill her. Hermione was important; she had heard the rumors about Voldemort’s desire to raise an heir off her. Mariah was nothing but a liability to the scowling wizard across from her.

“Very clever, Sir. A port key,” whispered Mariah dully.

“I must confess I expected you to ignore the missive, but the dunderheads must be rubbing off on you,” purred Snape as he advanced on her.

Mariah was trapped and his words just made her feel stupider. Her ankle felt like it was on fire, and the snow was slowly freezing her limbs into lethargic bundles of muscle. She looked up at Snape as he moved closer and his liquid eyes narrowed into small slits.

“Why aren’t you running from me? I thought this would be a bit more fun,” hissed Snape as he reached down and grabbed her shoulder.

The movement put pressure on Mariah’s legs beneath her and she cried out in pain from the sudden weight on her ankle.

“Well, I didn’t bloody know I was going to be in a port key, did I? I smashed my ankle falling out of the sky unexpectedly. So I cannot play rabbit to your wolf,” murmured Mariah with a look of annoyance, mixed with pain.

Snape leaned down and his slender fingers grasped her chin, tilting her face up. “I should leave you here, like you left me,” growled Snape.

“Probably, I should like to die here at… Um, where are we?” Mariah asked uncertainly. Her eyes darted around the dark trees and snow. It seemed they were in a forest of some sort, but she could see lights in the distance.

“Spinners End,” supplied Snape. He sighed deeply and scooped her off the ground, up into his arms.

The wiry professor was a lot stronger then he looked. Mariah could feel his lean muscles straining as he pulled her up against a surprisingly firm chest. No, Snape was not weak at all. Just pale, sleek and deadly.

Mariah sighed and her arms wrapped around his neck, his greasy hair tickled across her arms and she stole out a chance to touch it. It was not greasy, just shiny and incredibly soft to the touch. Mariah closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and something spicier that she could not identify.

“You are going through an awful lot of trouble for someone you are going to kill,” whispered Mariah.

“What can I say? I am a man of complex motives,” smirked Snape and he carried towards a small house to the left. He swept inside of the door and deposited her on a Victorian chaise in the living room. Mariah coughed when the dust flew up.

“The house of a dead man is rarely clean,” murmured Snape as he removed her shoes. His delicate fingers gently probed the swollen ankle.

Mariah gasped from the impersonal, cold fingertips and the pain.

“You did not bring my wand, did you,” stated Snape. He withdrew an unfamiliar wand from his coat pocket and swished. “Episkey,” Snape drawled and her ankle began to glow and then the pain faded.

“Good as new,” hissed Snape as he rose up, his coat billowing around him as he turned to move into another room.

Mariah took the opportunity to look around. If Snape was going to kill her, why bother healing her ankle. It was a good sign in her opinion. Escaping was not an option right now. THEY were in India. Without the port key to bring her back, she was screwed.

Snape walked back, carrying two glasses and a bottle of Fire-whiskey. “To celebrate your new found vocation,” the wizard murmured snarkily.

Mariah gave him a dubious look, and reached out for the glass he offered. “Poisoning me?”

“Don’t be daft; you were the smartest girl of your class once, what happened?” Snape said in annoyance.

“I became a whore, besides I was being hopeful,” whispered Mariah and she tossed back the whiskey with a grimace.

Snape felt something twist inside his guts, looking at her calmly stating such a horrid thing. He resented her for lying and betraying him, but she was a little pathetic when she spoke like that.

“Yes, that’s right. You are, to be precise, my whore,” murmured Snape and he took a seat across from her, lounging as he watched her with a cold interest.

“You agreed to be my whore; so far, it has failed to be a satisfactory exchange.” Snape slid the jacket off his shoulders and Mariah felt her heart begin to pound with dread. He looked like a sleek predator of some evil, foul kind. His eyes reflected cold, shiny obsidian as he studied her.

“I’m sorry Sir; you have to understand that I would be a fool if I hadn’t tried to escape. I had intended to hold on to my end of the bargain. I have no reason to lie to you,” murmured Mariah softly.

Yesterday began to seem like a dream, humor, food, family and all of it was gone in the cold reality of morning, just like a puff of smoke. The devil had come for his due.

Mariah stood up suddenly, her face a mask of indifference. Her breasts were round and full, under the sweater she wore. Her torso was lean and muscled, if not a little skinny from lack of food. Her legs were short and curvy, and Snape felt himself getting hard just staring at her defiant face.

Her tricolor hair spilled around her shoulders as she stood up suddenly and darted for the door. She was sick of running from people trying to get at her, but being with Ginny and the others gave her hope. She could not go back to the hollow shell she was before. She felt too much hope for that. Now, all she felt was fear and anger and it was coursing through her.

Snape leapt to his feet as she made a move for the door. He could see all the anguish and indecision on her face and he knew that she was no longer going to be apathetic to his advances. Her mind was an open book to him. Hope, fear, and anguish seemed to dominate her now. Something happened when she left with Hermione. Snape grabbed her by the arm and twisted her around to face him. He pressed the wand up against her breasts.

“You are so vehement in your escape attempt, Ms. Higgs. I must congratulate you, though. You were quite the consummate liar. I genuinely believed that you wanted me,” the words sounded bitter to Mariah’s’ ears. She paused in the struggle to get free. His tone cutting into her, and she looked up into his dark eyes and saw the loneliness, and rejection that was making him so enraged with her.

“Now everything has changed and I can’t ever be what you want,” Mariah cried desperately, and she pushed against him but his arms were like iron bands, wrapping around her as he pulled her against his chest.

“Nothing has changed; you are still a deceitful little whore that used me for her own purposes. I was kind to you, whether you believe it or not,” hissed Snape, and Mariah felt his words coming at her slower.

“I would have protected you, cherished you…but then I discovered you were a deceitful little bitch, who simply wanted to use me. Just like everyone else,” murmured Snape but his eyes were bleak with anger.

Mariah began to feel dizzy and she looked at Snape with hatred. “You didn’t deny me when I asked if it was poison,” whispered Mariah as her eyelashes fluttered. Snape released her to the ground with a smarmy laugh.

“Well, opium is a type of poison, it dulls the senses and clouds judgment. I knew you wouldn’t willingly give up anything to me. You are a liar and a nasty little girl, as we have already established.” Snape hissed down at Mariah, who was stumbling to get to her feet.

“Now, run rabbit… run,” Snape purred at Mariah and gestured to the open door.

“This wolf is very, very hungry.”



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