Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Blaise heard the distinct male voice of his old Professor,coming from the pocket of his breeches, over the water of the shower. He pushed his head out of the stall and turned the water off. He pulled on the coin in his pocket and flashed it. The head on the coin began to speak.

“Zabini, where the devil are you?” questioned Snape, via the small coin.

“We are in Kashmir, India,” sighed Blaise.

“The girl Mariah has a port key to me. Go get it. It is a quill feather. The Dark Lord is questioning about you,” said Snape.

“Tell him I am working on getting Potter to him. Don’t worry, these pillocks have nothing that can defeat the Dark Lord,” murmured Blaise, and it was the truth as far as he was concerned.

“How are your efforts with the Weaselette going?” the silky voice questioned.

“Fantastic, she is absolutely enthralled with me,” replied Blaise.

“No, I bloody am NOT!” screamed a female voice as he felt something connect with the back of his head that felt like a bottle of perfume.

Blaise went down like a wounded hippograph in all his naked glory from the cosh on the back of the head. Ginny grasped the coin from his hand and saw a small miniature version of Professor Snape’s big nose glaring back at her.

“You wanker! You are still alive and working for Voldemort. How thick can you get? Sod off you big greasy bat. Your precious spy is now in our hands, and you can believe me, he will tell me what is going on.” Ginny flicked the coin down the shower drain.

She grappled Blaise to his feet and shoved him through the bedroom door.

“I can’t believe I was beginning to trust you! Oh Ginny, believe in me, I am a spy, ooooooo… You must think I am a complete prat!” She was so red in the face that she was beginning to match her hair.

Ginny felt perilously close to tears and she was brandishing her wand now with all the vehemence of a machete.

Blaise stumbled back to the bed and grabbed a robe belting it around the middle. He was desperate and purposefully released the pheremones and Ginny wavered slightly. Her nostrils sniffed and she sighed, struggling to hold onto a reason to be mad at this gorgeous, sexgod standing in front of her.


The bedroom door burst in and Draco and Harry were staring at them. “What happened? We heard shouting?”

Draco wrinkled his nose up and glared at Zabini. “ Okay you sot, turn it off.”

Harry blinked slightly at Blaise and he wet his lips, staring at his chest. “I, I didn’t realize you were so muscular, so manly before…” He sounded hoarse.

Draco brandished his wand in Blaise’s face. “As amusing as it would be to see Harry toss off to a wizard, TURN it off now Blaise.”

Ginny looked confused at Draco. “Turn what off?”

“He didn’t tell you? He’s part Veela; he has pheromones that override all common sense, like a lust potion or something,” replied Draco.

“No, he didn’t. Must have slipped his mind,” Ginny’s face went pale as he realized how thoroughly Blaise had betrayed her. She slipped to the edge of the bed and sat down, holding her head. “This whole time he was using pheremones.”

“Ummm, Actually not…..” interjected Blaise with a frown.

“SHUT UP!” screamed Ginny, and a small trickle of tears poured down her cheek. “Nothing about you is real. NOTHING. He is a sodding spy. He works for Professor Snape, who is ALIVE, I might add.”

This time both Harry and Draco stared at him in shock.

Blaise had the grace to at least look abashed at this news.

“Snape is alive? Where has he been hiding?” Harry whispered.

“In plain sight,” replied Blaise wearily. “Under the guise of Rudolphus Lestrange.”

Draco hissed. “I’m going to kill that wanker.”


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Severus Snape was annoyed. Blaise compromised himself, and now the kids would get distracted and possibly this whole thing could fall to crap in a few very quick movements. Since he had no other options, Snape reached down for the coin that Mariah had dropped to the floor, hours ago. His hand closing around it, he felt the world blur familiarly.


Suddenly, with a thud, he fell to the floor of Mariah’s bedroom.

Mariah jerked awake at the sound of a huge crash on the hard wood floor of her temporary bedroom. The Potion Master was flattened to the floor next to her bed. Mariah gasped seeing him there, and she spilled out of the bed, and fell to her knees next to him.

“Severus?” She gingerly poked him.

“That was most unpleasant. I suggest you go outside before using the port key. I almost got shred to pieces upon entry.” Severus Snape pushed himself up to his feet, and loomed over, shaking off her assistance.

“Now, where is Blaise Zabini’s room?” he murmured almost pleasantly.

Mariah looked bewildered and she pointed across the hallway, following him as he swept from her room.


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Snape heard the voices arguing and he gently pushed open the door with his bony fingers. He distinctly heard Draco declare ‘he was going to kill that wanker’, when he pushed open the door.

“From what I recall, you lack the ability to kill anyone, Mr. Malfoy,” hissed a familiar silky voice, that struck fear in the hearts of many a child.

Severus Snape stood in the doorway, in flesh and blood.

The Potions Master was looking rather ill, his haggard face pale, and hair as lank and greasy as ever. His black robes seemed to fit rather snugly against him and he intimidated the hell out of everyone in the room.

Mariah wedged her way through the door next to him, sandwiching herself between the rest of them and him, much to everyone’s shock and grudging admiration.

“What do you want?” demanded Mariah, as she placed her hands on her hips. Her eyebrows drawn together in a scowl.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose with his elegant fingers and sighed. You tup a young girl and suddenly, she gets uppity. This why he made it a practice to never tup young girls….usually.

“Nothing you can spare, you infuriating chit, now get out of my way,” hissed Snape.

Harry stepped forward and put his hand on Mariah’s shoulder. “Let me talk to him.”

Snape’s beady eyes watched as Harry’s hand pressed into Mariah’s shoulder and he fisted his hands. Severus mentally counted to ten and exhaled.

“Yes, let me talk to Potter,” drawled Snape.

“I’d rather you talk to me, you greasy rapist,” growled Draco and he swished his wand at Snape. “Get out of the way, Mariah!”

“Rapist, that is a strong accusation, Mr. Malfoy,” smirked Snape as turned towards him.

“You raped Hermione, you bastard,” hissed Draco.

“No, he didn’t,” cried Hermione behind Snape, stepping through the doorway. She stared across at Draco, with a blush on her face. “I bargained with him. It was never rape.”

“He took advantage of you,” hissed Draco, still glaring at Snape.

“So did you, Mr. Malfoy,” murmured Snape and he folded his arms. “Besides, this is all highly irrelevant, Potter come with me.” Snape turned on his heel and walked back out into the hallway.

Harry responded to his request, instinctually, feeling like a schoolboy who was going to detention. Nagini looked up from the water basket, as Harry followed behind a man who looked exceedingly familiar.

“You’re not dead,” whispers Nagini, when Snape walked by, unable to help herself.

“Who are you?” Snape raised an eyebrow, staring at the girl who just hissed at him in Parseltongue.

Harry turned white, he still could not be sure if he could trust Snape with Nagini, he shook his head at her and she shrugged to him.

“She speaks Parseltongue. She could be a spy, you realize,” Snape murmured silkily.

“Not in my book,” replied Harry. “Now speak.”

Snape raised his eyebrow at the irritating prat, how like his father he was. He resisted the urge to ram his foot up his arse and began to speak. “You obviously have received my missive; otherwise you would be trying at great lengths to push me forth from this mortal coil. Everything I said is true, and Zabini is not a spy for Voldemort, he is a spy for me, and to an extent, Dumbledore. Blaise is important to your group, and I would recommend convincing the Harpy of that.”

“By Harpy, you mean Ginny,” replied Harry, with a look of impatience.

“Yes. The prophecy that I am familiar with, spoke of seven who defied Voldemort. Seven who stood for the light and triumphed evil? Blaise makes up your number seven. He is clever, and not a bad person, unlike most that joined in Voldemort’s ranks. He is trustworthy,” declared Snape.

“Draco is less trustworthy, since his motivations are of a selfish quality. He wants Hermione Granger, bad. Watch out for that one, I dare say he may lose heart once or twice before this ends.” Snape rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment.

“Parseltongue, that wouldn’t happen to be Voldemort’s snake would it?” Snape’s dark eyes glittered under the bright lighting in the kitchen.

Nagini thankfully did not speak English, so she did not respond at all to the question. Harry cleared his throat. “What will you do?”

“I must retrieve the Elder Wand from Mr. Malfoy. I believe that Dumbledore intended me to battle Voldemort, but in order for me to truly win, Voldemort’s Horocrux’s must be dead and gone,” hissed Snape with another look at Nagini.

“We are working out,” replied Harry, rubbing his scar. “We are researching older methods of removal. Cleansing rituals and the like.”

“That’s utter rubbish. It would never work. Love spells are hard enough, but cleansing Voldemort’s tainted soul? It’s too much!” declared Snape with a sneer.

“Hang on a tick, who is doing love spells?” questioned Harry with a glare.

Snape gave a wave of impatience with his hand. “No one, you foolish boy. I refer to a common enough legend that love conquers all, and all that trap. Dumbledore believed that love conquered all in the end. Love is reputedly strong enough to grant protection from Voldemort, why couldn’t it also defeat it? It is all a load of bullocks of course.” Snape smirked slightly at Nagini, while she was speaking.

“Hi Nagini,” Snape murmured calmly to the girl sitting off to the side. Nagini looked up, smiled slightly to him, and waved.

Harry groaned, slapping his forehead.

Snape raised an imperious eyebrow at him with a shark-like smile. “You are sloppy, Potter, you always have been. However, you have never struck me as masochistic. Why are you playing house with the one person you need to destroy, to defeat Voldemort?”

Harry stared across at Snape with undisguised hatred. His cold words were effect in reminding him that he was doing precisely that. Harry was pretending that the problem did not exist. He was pretending that he was not going to have to sacrifice her eventually. Harry felt the cold swish down to his belly.

“Get out!” shouted Harry.

Severus Snape was not a fool. He saw the look blazing on Harry’s face as clear as day. He had possessed a similar look once a long time ago. The pillock had gone and fallen in love with her. Severus’s lip coiled in disgust and pity. They were going to kill everyone because of this. Snape rubbed the bridge of his long nose in thought.

Blaise, Neville and Luna walked in to the kitchen. Blaise was rubbing the back of his head warily. Neville looked disgusted at him. Luna looked like, well Luna.

“WhatcanIdotohelp?” The words seemed to be forced out of Snape, and sounded jumbled coming from his usually eloquent mouth.

The group blinked. “What?”

“He asked what he could do to help, Harry,” murmured a female voice from the corner. Mariah had stood there quietly watching them the whole time.

“We are currently exploring the books to find a way to push out the Horocrux’s, short of destroying them,” replied Harry.

Severus paced the room, his coat billowing out behind him. “We don’t have much time. Voldemort will surely begin making moves to find both of you. I was going to go back, but now that makes little sense.”

“You can stay here,” sighed Harry. “If you don’t try to kill Draco in his sleep.”

“The little sot will probably try to kill me first, you realize?” replied Snape scathingly.

“Why did you sleep with Hermione? The more I think about it the less sense it makes,” muttered Harry.

“It is obvious if you are even remotely inclined towards manipulation of any type,” replied Mariah from the corner.

“Draco was with Voldemort, but clearly he fancied Hermione. Having a threat to their relationship, simply solidified Draco’s’ feelings and made him defect by default. His jealousy was the catalyst to them being honest about their feelings. Professor Snape simply pushed it along,” replied Mariah, rather flatly.

“You slept with a young ex-student because you wanted to make Draco jealous?” hissed Harry in horror.

“It wasn’t exactly the worst assignment ever. She was quite good, if I recall correctly,” replied Snape with a snarky smile.

“And when you tupped Ginny in the detention hall? Oh, that was just for kicks,” Snape gave a smarmy smile.

“You sonuvabitch!” cried Blaise. “You slept with Ginny?”

“Yes! You were there, what’s wrong with you Zabini?” frowned Snape with a glare.

“The bloody hell I was, I would recall you sleeping with Ginny,” yelled Blaise, his complexion that was usually olive-toned, became florid.

Harry turned a deep red and raised his hand. “Oh, that was me. I was using Polyjuice potion, to look like Blaise.”

“It was a standard detention Zabini, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” hissed Snape.

Blaise struggled to regulate his breathing, and not imagine Ginny with his Head of House buried deep inside her. He was failing miserably. He sighed and slumped onto the couch.

“Can I get my knickers in a twist?” a low mean female voice said directly behind him.

Snape turned to face the owner of the voice and reeled backwards when a fist connected with his nose. Snape yowled and held his abnormally large nose that was split across the bridge now, blood trickling from his left nostril.

“OH Gods, Ginny you hit a Professor!” cried Hermione as she ran in from the hallway with a gasp.

Draco grinned slightly as he followed, staring at Professor bowled over by the Weaselette.

“Yeah, guess I am expelled from Hogwarts. Tragedy,” laughed Ginny, as she watched Snape flounder for his wand to repair it.

“Nice one, Weasley,” murmured Draco appreciatively.

Harry rolled his eyes. “ EVERYBODY stop.”

“Snape is a hero; he is just doing this to help everyone. Sadly, no one can see the bigger picture because he kept everything to himself! He is going to help us, Ginny, you know he had no choice. Voldemort would have definitely questioned why he did not do it. Draco, he never meant to kill you. It was all a test. Everybody, just grow up!” glared Harry.

The circle of people all gathered around Harry who was shouting at them. Some with unrepentant grins, scowls and solemn regard. Eight people, the last standing against Voldemort. Harry felt a rush of gratitude that he was not going to be alone anymore. He knew that even the sodding Potions Master was going to help him.

“Lets get to work on finding answers. Please,” whispered Harry. “Our lives all depend on it.”

Snape was annoyed and bleeding. The little brat had gotten in a clean shot at his nose. Not hard to miss he realized but still it was irritating. He repaired his nose with a swish of his wand. Gingerly touching it, he scowled at the group of kids. This was the new order. It was laughable. No, actually it was not, it was bloody tragic. They were going to get themselves killed. Once again Snape was going to have to but his nose in.

His gaze darted towards Mariah who watched them all with a calm eye. She was quite still in her corner but he knew she was alert. Mariah caught his eyes and he looked at the ground quickly. Better to reject all forms of contact. It was important that they all made it out of this alive. Even if he would not. That was okay, Snape was use to it.

Ginny watched Blaise with suspicion, he had seemed genuinely upset to hear that Snape had used her in detention. If Hermione was telling the truth, then Blaise really was a good spy, and not a bad one. Still, he had lied to her about so much lately, she knew it was not going to work, she was realist at least.





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