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HEY! My Muse took another vacation! The bitch! I have lotsa thank u's to give out, so here we go!

PAP- So, Varuca Salt just needs more, eh? *Sings.* Don't Care how, I want it now! *Stopnginnging.* That character was far better in the book. The whole book was better. Though Gene wilder was excellent casting for Willy Wonka. Anyway, Thank you for keeping up with me and keeping me on my toes. It actually helps.

Royal Midnight- Ah, another gmailer! Suffering is a quintessential part of the human existance. Everyone suffers. So Harry suffering only helps us to feel better about our own suffering in that we can relate to another's suffering. Also, watching someone else's torment, a fictional character especially, helps us to feel better in a vein of 'damn its bad, but at least I haven't had to put up with that Umbridge wench."
((I HATED that book. HOW DARE SHE!!!??? IN MY PERSONAL OPINOIN, THE CHARACTER WHO SUPPOSEDLY 'DIES' at the end is not dead. She can't do that to me.))

Blinky- How are Inky, Pinky, and Sue? Sorry, little Pac-Man joke. Thank you very much for your comment! I really love it when people like this. I think it's kind of apshopshod story myself, but there you have it. I have a personal question, if you won't be so horribly offended: Are you British/Irish/Scottish/South African? The reason I ask is because these are the only dialects I have encoutered which use the word 'Brill'. I myself use a goood deal of Brit slang, but I have a parent working in England while the other parent and I are here in Deepindeharta, USA. ((That is not an actual city. Kinda like most of London is not London.)) Anyway, all that aside, cheers, and enjoy yourself!

Here we go!
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Harry couldn’t understand why that should have hurt her so much. She was crying into his shoulder, and he patted her back. “It’s okay . . . I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“I’m just so vulnerable right now . . . Daddy just had to take hold of my mind and cast out Salazar Slytherin, and . . . he saw Malfoy . . . what he did to me. . . I had to stop him from killing him . . . and now, you’re being so kind . . .” Sammy sobbed into the crook of his neck. Harry felt a new hatred rising in him. He saw Malfoy kissing Ginny like a lover, the same angelic demon forcing this gentle creature at his neck to the floor, defiling her. He saw Narcissa Malfoy whipping Samara until she could no longer breathe. The rage slowly built, until his breathing was no longer human, but a soft hissing. He saw Sammy at his neck, and felt a stirring in his chest. For the first time in his life, Harry Potter tasted the sweet nectar of lust, and let the Chalice of Desire take him over.

Harry softly stroked Sammy’s cheek, and brought her head up. “Poor thing.” He smiled softly. “I feel so sorry for you. Let me make it up to you.”
“No, that’s fi-” Sammy felt Harry’s lips on hers. He was a very good kisser. This was not what she had asked for. This was a rape of sorts, but . . . oh, how sweet this one was. Sammy shivered when Harry pulled away. “-ne.” Harry chuckled as Sammy finished her protest.
“Are you always this articulate, Snape?”
“Only when I’m about to deduct points from houses.” Sammy smiled, doing her best impression of her father.
“For what?” Harry asked.
“Your cheek.”

Harry and Sammy chatted most of the afternoon, and at length, Sirius walked in. What he saw made his skin crinkle. There was Harry, nuzzling Snape’s daughter’s head as she lay against him, in his lap and against his chest. He was braiding her hair. “Father likes to do that, too. He said that he and Mum used to stay up all night, talking to each other.”
“We used to talk all night, as well.”
“Yes, but now I can hear your heart beating.”
“Mother’s Meeting?” Sirius asked, leaning against the bedframe. Harry’s head shot over, and Sammy’s back tensed.
“S. . . Sirius!” Harry chuckled. “N-nice seeing you here . . .” Harry’s cheeks wgettgetting steadily redder.
“I do live here at the moment, Harry.” He circled around the bed. Sammy was ashamed. He could see that. She was embarrassed to be caught so easily. “Well, well, well . . . Mistress Snape. Out of your House and into my Godson’s bed? What would your father say?”
“My father would call you a good-for-nothing wanker.”
“Mm. Most likely. But you wouldn’t call your Snuffy-Poo a wanker, would you?” Sirius pouted cutely.
“No, I wouldn’t call my Snuffy-Poo a wanker. I‘d him scruffy, good-for-nothing excuse for an inbred, pure-blooded, perverted, pedophilic sod.”
“That was an exquisite blend of poetry and meanness. Fifty points to Slytherin.”
“Is there a specific reason for your coming here, or did you just wish to show your lack of skill at verbal repartee?”
“Well, it’s better than being a kept whore to a Malfoy.”
“What was that, catamite?” Sammy stood and met Sirius eye to eye, and was executing a beautiful Snape glare.
“I couldn’t be a catamite. Too young.”
“You couldn’t be a pederast, either. Too ugly.” Sammy sniffed. “The only thing you could get to sleep with you was a desperate, sex-starved teenager. And even then, you had to keep to a moth-eaten stray form or be kicked out.”
“Better than being the daughter of a man who had to use a love potion to get laid.”
“You’re just a boy playat bat being a man!”
“Your Mama!!”
“My mother was a pure woman from a noble family! And I, at least, know who my father is, you WORTHLESS son of a WHORE!”

Sirius blinked, and struck Sammy across the face. She yelped, but dove at him, knocking him to the floor. Harry looked from one to the other, knowing better than to get involved. Sammy pinned Sirius, who tucked his knees under and flipped her. “Pinned ya!” He whispered into her ear.
“Which is better than I can say for what I’ll do with you, gutter rat.” Sirius leaned down til their noses were almost touching.
“You think I didn’t smell it when you were dreaming? How you used to wake me up with your soft moans?” He licked a cheek. “You’re too proud to say it, but you wanted me to bang you into the mattress a couple nights. Just because I’m your father’s age doesn’t mean I’m his clone. ” He held his lips scant centimeters from hers. “I could kiss you right now and only have Harry to contend with. Do you want that? Do you?” Sammy whimpered. Sirius pulled back, and saw the absolute fear in her eyes. “I thought as much.”
“Sirius, let her go.” Sirius looked at his godson, and back to Sammy. The girl was shivering violently and having trouble breathing. He released her hands, and wrapped them about his neck.
“Please . . . please don’t . . .” Sammy whimpered. Sirius put an arm under her knees, and one behind her back and lifted her onto the bed.
“Harry?” Sirius asked.
“Yes?”
“Who did this to her?”

Sirius petted Sammy’s hair as she lay against his chest. “I had no idea, angel.” He whispered into her ear. She merely whimpered in response. “When I was a little boy, I had this neighbor who always invited little boys over, and I was never allowed near him. It wasn’t until I was fifteen that I understood why. By then it was a thrill to tempt fate, and now it just seems like fate shouldn’t tempt me.” He sighed as Sammy nuzzled into his embrace. “It became a way of life to dodge the next stone, you know? What with me being bi and everything, I just got used to dodging rocks, I guess.”
“So when you were staying with Remus . . .?” Harry asked.
“He hates that I ever touched a woman, and didn’t like it when I had to go anywhere. He’s loving, but possessive. I couldn’t take it.”
“Mm.” Sirius let out a breath, like he had been holding it.
“I half-expected you to react like James did.”
“I’m not my father, sorry.” Harry sighed. “Dad didn’t like that you were bisexual?”
“It’s illegal, mate. Werewolves can’t help but being bi, something in the wolf brain sees that it’s only natural to mount both sexes. Remus is loses his grip on his humanity, sometimes. He will sit there and growl at me for five minutes, his teeth bared, and then the next second, he’s offering me honey for my tea.” He petted Sammy’s hair again, smelling it. “I don’t think I’d remember how to sleep with a woman, anyway. It’s been so long.”
“Do we have to discuss that NOW?” Harry entwined his fingers in Sammy’s.
“I don’t mind. Honest.” Sammy whispered. Harry stroked her cheek, and Sirius wrapped an arm round her waist“Ang“Angel, why didn’t you press charges?” Sirius murmured, wondering that the boy was still alive at this point. Sammy sat up between his knees, and looked at both he and Harry.

“It never occurred to me to bring him to justice. I was too scared of him at first, and by the time it did occur to me that I could bring suit against him, I had no plac my my heart for him. All the hatred I’d felt was gone. Or so I thought. Then, I heard that Weasley was preggers, and I determined to tell her what kind of man the father was. I tried, honest I did. She wouldn’t listen. She said I was just jealous of his love for her. I of course did not mention that he had raped me, though I mentioned how abusive he was. She said that he would never strike a woman who didn’t deserve it. I slapped her. Slapped her hard. I told her that it would become clear to her when she meets the man she would call father.”
“Lucius Malfoy is coming here?” Sirius gasped. Samara nodded.
“He wants to show the world how much he loves the child Weasley carries. And it is on that day that I will take Draco Ambrose Malfoy to task for everything he has done to me.”

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Sorry it's so short. I have a lot of work over the weekends, but am doing my hardest. The muse is now kept on a chain.
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