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FAGE007



I signed up to do the FAGE007 this year. I'm quite proud of myself! This is the first time I've done a gift fic AND I did it in a style I've never written in. 

My Beta and a close friend of mine both seemed to like it and what I did with it. It's just a one shot and only 7 pages and about 3k word count. I've definitely written much longer chapters for my main fic than that, but I was pleased with where I ended it. 

I have left it open for more parts to it, but I will wait to really work on any sequels until the posting day for FAGE007, which is in only 7 days!! So keep your eyes out for my gift fic to StarshotFourteen titled "Dancing With Myself". I'll link it once it's published.

Amor meus, in Tempus - Chapter 1 - Tempus Enim Non Cessat

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my newest baby! This story is one of those “so-and-so goes back in time to change what went wrong” except there’s a little twist that I’ve only seen in one story and it was only an insignificant mention and not a major part of the story like it will be in this one. I do not have a set number of chapters for this fic, but the next three have been planned and parts have been written.

Now on to the fun part!

This story contains the following: Slash, time travel, Dumbledore bashing (I hate the twinkly eyed arse), AU from GoF,Fem!Harry, Fem!Ron, Fem!Charlie, Twin!Ron/Ginny, Dark!Weasleys, Neutral!Sirius, Dark!Remus, RW/DM, GW/BZ, HG/VK, HP/TmR(LV).

If any of the above make you shudder in revulsion turn back before you get sucked in!!

This chapter is dedicated to CohoCommanche, who was excited enough to ask me when this story would be posted. Hope it’s as good as what you were wanting!






Chapter 1 - Tempus Enim Non Cessat (Time Stops for no Man)



Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton, England:

An excerpt from Tempus Transfigurat by Rhea Horatius:


Many believe that time is linear and that if one were to alter time, even in the slightest, they would cause irreparable damage to it. In my research and during my experimentation with time, I have found this to not be the case. Time is much like a family tree starting with a base that managed to grow for millions of years before begins with the ability to control magic first emerged.

With the ability to control magic these beings started to use this mystic force to see all the paths that awaited them; thus branches began to form on this tree of time. This ability to control one's individual path left the branches of time large and spaciously placed, with only a few branches crossing paths.

As magicals gained a better knowledge of Magics, they began to affect change on others of the world. I have only found extremely vague references to how these groups of Magicals managed this and can not say that I have unlocked the way that they did so. What I can tell, my readers, is that I have managed to achieve many of the same outcomes in my experimentation.


Voldemort placed the aged journal on his desk and relaxed into the soft leather of his plush chair, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair with his head resting upon thin fingers. He pondered the repercussions of alerting his time line. The article he had found mentioned affecting change on others, would it be possible for him to alter not only his timeline but the time lines of others?

He quickly pulled a fresh piece of parchment from his desk, he would need all the information his followers might posses on the subject of Tempus Mutare. A handful of carefully worded sentences and a subtle threat of what would happen should the recipient fail, the Dark Lord Voldemort copied the missive three times and called for a house elf.

It took only a moment before the quiet in the room was broken by the near silent pop and a soft, squeaky voice, “Master needs, Tilda. How is Tilda to be serving Master?”

“Take these missives and see that they are delivered to the appropriate people.” He pushed the four rolled up missives towards the creature. “I want each elf to wait for a response, is that understood!”

The elf shook slightly at the command, “Yes, Master! Tilda have Hopkirk, Pipsy, and Malik help her.” Her little head began bobbing rapidly, “We’s getting it done right away Master.”

Voldemort sneered at the over excited elfs departure and sat back in his chair for a brief moment. If his followers had the requested tomes, he would be able to take care of many of the roadblocks Dumbledore had placed before him. A malicious smile stretched his lips as he pondered just what he would do to put the Wizarding World in his hands.


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Unspeakables, Subfloor 12, Ministry of Magic, London, England:


Lady Karen Lysander paced around her office uncertainly. As the head of her Cell within the Unspeakables, she was privy to many rare resources that the average wizard wouldn’t even think existed. That her Lord had sent the missive with an elf should have told her that what he wanted was sensitive and she should not have been so shocked by his request.

While she was a devout follower of the Dark Lord, Karen had never been asked to outright steal from the Ministry. She would get her Lord the items he requested but how could she do it without being caught. She was the only person from her Cell with the authorization to access the item. Perhaps the Cell Organizer would be the best choice in a scapegoat.

Lysander,
I require a number of items from the Department of Mysteries. You will acquire them for me in a timely fashion without jeopardizing your position. I shall grant you a higher position within my ranks of Death Eaters if you can bring these items to me in a timely and undamaged manner.

The Bloodlines of Time, described as a two-inch thick tome with an hourglass filled with blood on the cover. Mediolanum Capta Est tempus: tenebrosus Domini dux ad astra, a black leather bound journal with an Ouroboros in a golden-red colored metal charm. And finally my Chosen, I require you to get me all of the Blood-bound Time Turners, I’m sure you know the appropriate spells to copy these items so that they will not be missed.

Perhaps there is someone in Dumbledore’s pocket that you can set-up. Be quick but do not be sloppy. I will not tolerate failure Lady Lysander!



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Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England:


Lucius paced in his secret Study, parchment clenched in his hand. His Lord was calling in on Narcissa's Life-debt and he was most unsure if the life of his wife was truly worth what the Dark Lord was requesting. He read the short letter over again; he would gain more riches and power if he complied.

Malfoy,
I require a number of items that are held within your bloodline and yes, there are a great number of items that I request. Should you bring these items to me quickly, I will consider your wife's life-debt paid. I will also increase your power and riches beyond even your wildest dreams.

The Man that Time Forgot
Two Can be as Bad as One - this is a large tome, chronologically comparing important events from both the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds.
When Tempus Sleeps - Spells of Morpheus
When Time Marches On - these last two are written by a Seer of distant relation to Arthur Pendragon and Slytherin.


Do not keep me waiting to long Lord Malfoy!


There was no helping it, the freedom of no longer owing his Lord a Life Debt on behalf of his wife was too great and the temporary loss of a few books was of no consequence. He was no fool, he knew that his Lord would be changing time.

His face was set in grim lines, as he quickly made his way towards his hidden study to gather the requested items. He would add a smattering of family journals to the stack, ‘Surely my Lord will appreciate reading of past persons attempts at changing time.

It took Lucius mere minutes to reach his Study and barely a minute to collect the requested books with a well executed spell. Inside of 10 minutes Lucius Malfoy was walked swiftly towards his Foyer and the Floo. His Lord would surely be pleased with the swiftness of his his procurement.


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Unspeakables, Subfloor 12, Ministry of Magic, London, England:


Karen smiled blindingly at the blushing young wizard, this was going to be easier than she thought; her Lord would be so pleased. It hadn't taken her long to find one of Dumbledore's men in one of the other Cells. She had actually been surprised to find out that Thackary Dibble was working for Dumbledore when his father and brother were supporters of the Dark Lord.

It had only taken a few well phrased comments about the war and a the petting of the young mans hand, and inside of an hour Karen had a more than willing Thackary to help her. He had wanted to call on Dumbledore, but she had convinced him that the situation was far to dire to wait for a full panel discussion by The Order.

As she and Thackary worked duplicating the Time-Turners, Karen planned turning Thackary towards the Dark Lord. It would place Karen in a spot of superiority over the Dibble family and raise her in the eyes of her Lord.

She looked over towards the wizard, and seeing that he was almost done, she cast masking charms over the fake Time-Turners and making it seem as she was merely double checking his work, switched out the Turners Thackary had made.

She turned towards him and gave a blinding smile. “Thank you so very much, Thackary! I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for your help.” She gushed at him, her eyes sparkling in glee. “The Dark Lord is sure to think these are the real thing!”

She turned and began to rush from the room, but she suddenly turned to him, “Please, Thackery, make sure that this doesn’t go to more than Dumbledore.” Her eyes were serious and hard, “My life depends on this information staying quiet.”

He nodded eagerly at the beautiful woman, he was far to noble to risk the life of a titled woman. He would keep the information from Dumbledore for as long as possible. She smiled winningly at him as she quickly left the room; he never did see the spell that hit him as he had turned to leave the room as well.

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Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton, England:


Lucius stepped from the floo smoothly before quickly dropping to one knee before the Dark Lord . “Have a seat Lucius.”

Voldemort did not look up from his furious writing. His hand flowing swiftly across the paper, the scratch of the quill whispering into the silent room. He set the instrument down after several minutes and gave his Second his undivided attention.

“Were you able to locate the books I need, Lucius?”

“I was my Lord.” Lucius withdrew a small stack from his robes and placed them on his lords desk. They were quickly returned to their original sizes and pushed into the reach of the Dark Lord.

“Very good, Lucius.” He opened the first book, skimming the text. “There is only one other matter I wish to discuss with you.”

“Of course, My Lord.” The blond did not show his sudden shock and worry over what he could possibly offer his Lord in matters of time.”

“Tell me about the feud between the Weasleys and the Malfoys.”

“My Lord?” Lucius' brow rose slightly,   was the only sign that  was  by his Lords request.

Voldemort simply waved his hand carelessly, a smile playing on his lips.  "With time, Lucius, one MUST be specific."

"Of course, My Lord." Lucius relaxed slightly into the chair. "It began about two hundred years ago. My great grandfather, Lucian Malfoy, had just taken over Lordship from his father."

The Dark Lord leant forward, his chin resting upon his laced fingers. Lucius sank further into his seat, steepled fingers lightly tapping his chin. "Lucian was a Senior Advisor for the Minister of the time. The Weasley family at that time was a wealthy and influential family and the heir did not take kindly to being passed up for the Malfoy Lord.”

“Lucian’s portrait has told me that the two had been fighting for the spot for many years and the Weasley family was none-to-pleased when their Heir was passed over for the position.”

Voldemort raised his hand, signally for the man to stop. “And which Weasley was this, the Heir?”

“I believe it was the current Heads Great-Uncle. I can’t remember his name, it was horribly mundane and I believe his Mother was a Half-blood.” Lucius casually waved his wand, conjuring a drink for himself, “Shall I continue my Lord?”

Voldemort gave a short nod of his head, “Very well. In an attempt to discredit my Great-Grandfather, the Weasley family launched a smear campaign and finally their Heir attempted to take the life of Lucian.”

He paused for a few moments, gathering his thoughts and recalling the tale Lucian had told him. “According to Lucian, he had his solicitor serve the family with a ‘cease and desist’ order, if they did not comply he would take them before the Wizengamot. The attempt on his life was made within a day of the order, in full view of the Minister and two Auror guards.”

“My, my. The Weasley family will have to be a major focus for my plans. I want that family under my control.” Voldemort sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowed slightly before he spoke once more. “Tell me Lucius, Arthur’s mother was a Black, was she not? And his wife, she was a Prewet?”

“Yes, on both counts my Lord. There has been mention that the Prewet family are descended from the Peverell brothers.”

“Ah, yes! The holders of The Deathly Hallows. I will keep that in mind Lord Malfoy. Please, continue the rest of the tale.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” Lucius straightened in his chair slightly, “The Heir was arrested on the spot. He was sentenced to The Kiss after a quick trial. The rest of the family was brought before the Wizengamot and was ordered to pay reparations to the Malfoy family. It left them nearly penniless.”

“Thank you Lucius, your wifes Life Debt is cleared.” Voldemort smiled fleetingly. I may have need to call upon you or your wife again.”

“As you need my Lord.” Voldemort waved him away. His plans were coming along nicely and by the months end, he would be the Overmagus of the Wizarding British and Irish Islands.


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Lysander Manor, Edge of Fithie Wood, Scotland:
Half Six in the Evening, two days later


Karen stepped from the floo into her home with graceful ease. A contamination barrier had the ash falling from her as she passed through the field; it disappeared before it had a chance to even touch the floor. She strode purposefully through the halls towards her Study, stopping only once to curtsy to the portrait that held her parents.

Once in the safety of the highly warded room she took the Time Turners and books from her cloak pocket. The warded box she had placed them in was an Unspeakables secret, it could hide any object from detection charms, summoning spells, and any form of scrying. Should someone notice that these Time Turners were missing, they would never be found, as long as they remained within two feet of the box now that they were keyed to it.

Karen quickly removed her robe, before sitting at the large desk. Briefly running her hands over the rich dark wood, she reached towards the neat stack of parchments. Meticulously, she placed the parchment before her, followed by her inkpot and quill.

Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath, “Thatch!”

“Here Mistress.” A tall, for their race, elf answered softly.

She nodded towards the elf, “Thatch, I want you to go into the hidden library and retrieve the following items for me.”

The lanky elf nodded solemnly towards his Mistress, “Of course, Mistress.”

“Good.” She silently cast a number of spells towards the parchment before her. She placed her wand to the side of her gathered items. “There is Uncle Angus’ Journal - the red one, but not the crimson one. Great Aunt Athena’s Prophetic Drawings - make sure to get the one's that have to deal with time. She marked those one's with a hourglass in the bottom right and left  corners. And finally, Great-Great Grandfather Max’ map of wizarding family lineage.”

“As you wish it, Mistress.” The elf bowed deeply, “I’m putting these here, in Mistresses Study?” Karen turned towards her prepared parchment, nodding to the elf. “Back in a jif!”

Karen shook her head in dismay, Thatch was such a strange elf. Strange though he may be, he was the only elf tied to her line that she could trust to take orders. His racial abnormalities made him to give direction and orders to.

With a slight shake of her head and a deep cleansing breath, she took up her quill; it was time to let her Lord know that she had acquired that which he seeked.

Mi Lord,

I have that which you seek. Be assured Mi Lord, the items can not be seen by magics many wandering eyes. Dumbledore’s man was a great help and he shall be easily suspect, as he is connected to our glorious cause.

I have also in my possession, a number of items that deal in what you seek. A map of Wizarding Lineage, a collection of Prophetic Dream Drawings, and finally a journal that talks of the protections on the items you requested and how to remove, nullify, or work around them.

I await your orders, Mi Lord.

KL

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I want to thank you for reading my newest baby. I really want to thank those of you who are following me as an author and decided to check out this new fic. I am almost done with the next chapter of Unexpected Comfort. Constructive criticism is welcomed and wanted, flames will be posted with the next chapter and be picked apart. TY -- Birdie


Rhythm of My Life

Yea! Another chapter!! I’m thinking maybe two or three more chapters and this baby is done! I do know chapter 10 will be titled “Baby Mine”. Can you guess what’s gonna happen??!!
Also, I wanted to apologise to those that read on AFF for not updating this sucker! It kept throwing an error everytime I tried to add the chapter 6 and I eventually just said “fuuck it!”. As you can see, both chapter 6 and Chapter 7 were recently added and now, heres chapter 8! Woo Hoo!!
A great big, giant thank you to Suzuki for the awesome Beta work!


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Chapter 8 - Rhythm of My Life





Dumbledore looked over the rim of his half-moon glasses at the witch on the other side of his desk. For so long he toiled with this game, most of his Pawns had been  masterfully played, but Voldemort had turned all of his hard work to nothing more than withered dreams. This witch was his last hope for putting all of his plans back in line and what did she go and do; try to kill the only one who stood a chance at taking out the Dark Lord.

“Ms. Granger, explain to me what you were thinking?” He spoke in him calmest voice, but the ever present twinkle was missing from his eyes. “I’m certain that I told you to do nothing, NOTHING,” he shouted, his anger taking over for a brief moment, “against Iris. That I had everything well under hand!”

Hermione cringed at the waves of angry magic that flowed from the aged wizard. She hadn’t meant for Iris to be physically harmed, just for the child she carried to die. “No one knows who shot that spell at Iris.” She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, “My research of spells like this show that they work on just the fetus and that no harm comes to the mother.”

Albus slowly rubbed his suddenly tired eyes, ‘This is what I get for employing far to many Gryffindors.’ “Ms. Granger, it occurs to me that you are clearly not as smart as you think yourself to be,” was his pithy reply. “Every member of this school has been privy to  your very public  falling out with Ronald and Iris since the Start of Term Feast, when they agreed to a truce with young Malfoy.”

Hermione had the good graces to blush at the Headmaster’s not so subtle rebuke. “Had you thought to bring your plan to me first, I could have told you that those spells are only meant for natural pregnancies, not magically induced, which Iris’ most assuredly is!” He stood from his chair while slamming his hands down on the desktop. “Get out Ms. Granger, and for both our sakes you better pray to whatever gods you hold dear that no one finds out what you have done!”

Hermione gulped, her eyes going wide “Perhaps that interview with Rita was a bad idea…




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He’d crucify her when he got ahold of her. And then he’d destroy Dumbledore with Draco’s help; knock him from his Mighty Chair one peg at a time. He slammed the trunk closed, nodded at Lavender and sent Hermione’s trunk floating back up the stairs. “You know how to apply the wards on her trunk?” The girl nodded solemnly to the red head. ‘Thanks Lavender. This will make sure Hermione gets punished for hurting one of our own.”

Ron knew what people thought of him. He was the muscle of the “Golden Trio”. He knew without a doubt that that’s what Hermione would say. But oh, when he found that stupid, power hungry bint, she would realize that he was far more than just the muscle of the group.

The grim smile on his face, stopped many as he stormed through the halls on his way to the Great Hall. She would wish she’d never come to Hogwarts by the time they were finished dragging her through the mud.

He quickly made it to the Great Hall, his strides becoming quicker as the noise coming from the room suddenly stopped. He quickly made his way inside…




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Iris slowly lowered The Daily Prophet back to the table, before calmly standing and drawing her wand from its holster. She stepped into the aisle between her House table and the Slytherin table, quickly making eye contact with Severus where he sat; a storm raging in his eyes, and Draco; his ears and cheeks flushing angrily as he threw down his paper.

With carefully controlled steps, she made her way slowly down the table, the room dropping into silence as she walked further and further into the room. She and Ron had taken to sitting with the Seventh Year Gryffindors to escape the constant dirty looks and snide remarks Hermione gave them. She stopped when she reached the spot directly in front of the bushy haired witch. Iris took a deep breath to steel her nerves and cool her anger, the article running through her mind;

The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-a-Girl
by Rita Skeeter

It’s been a busy year for our Savior, Iris Sagitta Potter Black, now Snape. Many of us, here at The Daily Prophet, were shocked to hear about the quick marriage between our Savior and former Death Eater turned spy, Professor Severus T. Snape. While the Savior and her hodgepodge family did admit to an upcoming wedding and birth of  their child, the Wizarding World was led to believe that it would not take place until our Savior had at least hit her Majority.

Following on the coat tails of the article written this summer, I went in search of the former Harry Potters muggle family.What I managed to uncover greatly shocked me and my collaborators.  As we are all well aware, an infant Harry Potter was not left in the care of the alternates stated in the Will of James and Lily Potter, but with Petunia Dursley nee Evans, Mrs. Potters long estranged sister.

It took me many weeks to finally trace the whereabouts of Mrs. Dursley and three attempts to get her to even let me into the house. In my last attempt I was disguised as a Social Worker for the local Children’s Services. After a bit of sweet talking and ego boosting I was able to get Mrs. Dursley freeling talking of her Nephew.

Much of what was said corroborated the information given in Iris Potter Black Snape’s summer interview (reprinted on pp.22), however, this reporter was most shocked to hear (and see) evidence that Hogwarts Headmaster Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore has been paying the Dursley family to abuse our Savior. (more on the paid abuse of magical minors pp 22-23)...

… It has been implied by our source, from a conversation with one Hermione Granger (muggleborn friend of Iris) that a relationship between Professor Snape and the former Boy-Who-Lived, was established last year during “Remedial Potions” lessons. One has to wonder as to the validity of these accusations, but must also keep in mind that until last year, Professor Snape was in good standing with You-Know-Who.

When contacted, Headmaster Dumbledore would not refute or confirm the claims leveled against his staff member. And unfortunately, due to tightened security, this witch was unable to ask the Girl-Who-Lived or Professor Snape to comment on these claims…

… Two weeks after her marriage, to Professor Severus T. Snape, the Girl-Who-Lived was attacked on her way back to their shared quarters by an unknown assailant. All that is known about the attack currently is that the assailant aimed an abortifacient hex before running off in the opposite direction. Again, the Headmaster was unavailable to comment on these happenings…



“I, Iris Sagitta Potter Black Snape, do challenge you, Hermione Jean Granger to a wizards duel on the grounds of defamation of character, slander, attempted assassination and collusion. Should you refuse to accept this duel, it is tantamount to pleading guilty to the allegations leveled against you. Should you choose to accept this duel you have exactly Forty-eight hours to find an acceptable second.”

Hermione gasped as the magic in the challenge took hold of her. Her silverware clattered onto her plate, ringing loudly in the silent room. Shock showed on the young witch’s face, the color slowly draining, leaving her looking sickly. She knew it was a risk going to the papers with all the dirt she had on the former Harry Potter, and in some instances telling the reporter outright lies about their Savior.

“I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, claim the right as second for Iris Sagitta Potter Black Snape, on the grounds of defamation and slander!” The doors of the Great Hall slammed closed behind him as his voice echoed in the silent room. He took a moment to enjoy the looks of shock and awe at his entrance before he quickly made his way to his houses table, a Malfoy-esque sneer distorting his features.

Hermione stood from the bench quickly, those around her being jostled into one another by her quick movements. Her wide, scared eyes caught those of the boy she wanted desperately and shrunk back away from the table as she saw nothing but fury, disgust, and loathing reflecting in his bright blue eyes.

Hermione quickly steeled herself before turning her eyes to the pregnant Witch, her eyes now flashing in anger. “This is all your fault!” she whispered harshly, her eyes bright and glassy as tears of anger threatened to fall. “If you’d just done as I had told you to, none of this would have happened!” The bushy haired witch yelled to the taller girl.

The doors to the great hall slammed open and closed once more but Hermione ignored the approaching footsteps, she’d already lost it all, and now she wouldn’t even be able to properly enjoy her revenge! She fisted her fingers in her wild hair and growled in anger, ‘Stupid Skeeter just had to make Iris look good!’ “But no”, she muttered mockingly, “stupid, pig-headed Harry Potter, just had to do it his way! And now His plans for you are all messed up and Sirius is still here to screw up all of our well laid pl…”

The ranting girl abruptly stopped talking, her angry flush giving way to a deathly pallor. ‘Shit!’ Iris lashed out and slapped the girl across the table, gasps were heard around the room as the irate girls hand connected with Hermione’s cheek. “You… you ungrateful, spiteful, little worm!” Iris quickly turned towards her husband, “Can that be considered an admission of guilt? Or at least grounds to have her arrested?”

Draco quickly trained his wand on the bushy haired witch, three of the six Auror’s that had entered the room moments ago joined him. Ron spared his lover a glance and a grim smile over the bushy-haired head before lowering his gaze slightly and sneering at his former friend, “If this isn’t enough,” he shook the paper at the furious muggleborn, “I have written proof of her guilt.” His features smoothed out into a satisfied smirk and he had to choke back a laugh.

“The whole House has been watching you Granger, every since that little gibe you made to Iris about her being loose.” He threw the paper across the table, “Lavender and Parvati have been keeping tabs on you since the Handfasting, when they noticed that you started warding your trunk and your journal.”

Silence reigned in the large room, students nodding to one another as they processed what the ginger haired wizard said. After five years of rooming with the same people, it was odd that one would suddenly start using wards on something they hadn’t previously. “Lavender and Parvati were able to figure out what wards she used and brought her trunk down for me to search through. They didn’t feel comfortable doing it, but I’d that and more to keep my best friend safe.”

Severus’s eyes narrowed, he hadn’t realized that the Gryffindors were that worried about the Know-it-all’s hostility. He appreciated Ron’s level of forethought and willingness to protect Iris. The red heads next words had his head snapping to the side, disbelief was the only word to describe what he was feeling.  

“The marked pages point to the Headmaster as her ‘boss’.” He slowly pulled a leather bound journal from his back pocket before handing it to Iris. He smiled cruelly at the traitorous witch before him as her knees went out from under her and she crumpled to the ground.

He leaned across the table so he could see Hermione, “You’ve been playing the two of us from the very beginning. No. You’ve done worse than that, you’ve been playing everyone in this school into thinking you’re just the poor Muggleborn who wants a chance.” They’d all fallen right into place too. The Knight that was used to taunt the enemy and look what it had gotten them.

“Everyone, except for one person, because he’s the one that put you into play. Like a good little Knight on the chessboard, he moved you to and fro until he no longer needed you and now, you’ve been captured.”

His glare pierced Dumbledore where he sat, his eyes briefly trailing to were Aurors marched to the head table. “But guess what, ‘Mione?” He waited until the girl looked up at him, tears in her eyes, “When one is playing chess, one must not make careless mistakes because sometimes, the other player catches on to their style and they lose the game. It might take the loss of many pieces on both sides, but it’s the win that counts.”

Severus nodded towards the ginger, “It seems, Mr. Weasley, we now find ourselves in the midst of Armageddon Chess.” He turned and pinned the Headmaster with a hateful glare as the Aurors placed magic-dampening cuffs on the old wizard, “It’s most helpful that as ‘White’ we are given a little extra time.”

Silence reigned in the Great Hall, all present watched with dumbfounded expressions as their beloved Headmaster was taken away in chains and the ‘Brightest Witch of their Generation’ was shackled, before being pulled unresisting from the room.




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Iris paced the DA’s training room, Severus, Ron and Draco watching her calmly but prepared to intervene should she need it. Slowly the members of the D.A. started filing into the room, questions flashing in their eyes but keeping silent as they watched their leader nervously. Iris snapped out of her mind with the soft snick of the door closing.

She faced the assembled members, looking them all in the eye briefly. “I want to thank all of you coming on such short notice.” She began her pacing again, calmly walking the front of the room, “As we’re all aware, we train for the war with Voldemort in here. The last few months should be a testament to what happens when we hold ourselves above others.”

She paused, collecting her thoughts so that she could answer many of the questions she knew her group had. “I won’t lie to you, those of you in this room are like a second family to me, as Hogwarts is my Home away from Home. I have always been sceptical of Albus Dumbledore, his views, his ambitions, and the way he treated everyone as if they were but players in a grand game. We all know how I  have viewed authority in this school and, now, you all know why.”

She looked towards her best friend, “While I was never sure of why I was sent back to my Aunts home, year after year, I have always suspected Dumbledore of some form a Collusion.” She looked back over the group, determination in her bright green eyes, “I know many of you must feel betrayed by Hermione seemingly turning on us, however, after reading some of her journal it seems we never really had her. She has always been Dumbledore’s spy.”

Slowly Severus stood from his seat, he gently lead Iris to a comfortable looking chair at the front of the room before turning to addressing those present. “In light of all the troubles we have faced over the last few years, the Ministry have given the DA and the Order of the Phoenix special dispensation to bring an end to the war by any means necessary. I have here,” he held up a two-inch thick stack of parchments, “written contracts for each member of the DA and Order, already signed by myself, Iris, and the Minister, giving you permission and pardon for any restricted magics you perform with the intention of ending the war.”

He placed the stack of papers on the desk at the front of the room. “Now, we began discussions at our last meeting of what we need to do to bring about the end of the Dark Lord. Let us discuss these matters while you contemplate whether you wish to sign the consent.”

“Professor? What types of magic open to us with the this pardon? Will we be expected to use Dark Arts?” Severus looked at Longbottom with a gleam in his eyes.

“A very good question Longbottom. With this dispensation we open a variety of highly restricted and regulated magics to our use.”

“Elemental Magic, Sex Magic, Blood Magic, and Familial Magic now at our disposal. Those in The Order have agreed that we should not delve into the Dark Arts, even though the contract will give you pardon if you use the Unforgivables. We feel it is counter productive to use the type of magic our opposition uses.” He looked at the members carefully before nodding at the bookcases to the side of the room. “The Room has pulled every book Hogwarts has on these branches. As most Magical Families are in someway related we can not discount a single families magic until we try it.”

Ron cleared his throat softly gaining Severus’ attention, “What kind of Magic is it that saved Iris the night her parents died? It’s helped keep her alive for this long…”




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November was quickly coming to a close and all but three members of the DA had signed the Clemency Contract, though they did agree to continue training with the group as a whole. The group, along with the remaining members of  The Order, had discarded the idea of using Blood Magic. After reading the first three books in a series called Blood Magic for the Light they quickly realized Lily Potter’s death alone had not saved her child.  No one wanted to risk using Blood Magic as it had the nasty requirement of needing the casters life when saving others was the intent.

Iris and Severus were not willing to risk themselves or the one member of each Light side family the only spell they could use called for. Iris had outright refused when Kingsley and Moody suggested looking into the darker side of Blood Magic. She still had nightmares from the night Voldemort had been resurrected using her blood.

Iris loved the idea of being able to use Familial Magic. It was something she and Severus could use in their chambers here at Hogwarts or in their own home to protect themselves. If they could find a familial connection between Iris and Voldemort that was closer than sixth cousins and no more than three times removed it might still be useable. She was hoping they weren’t that closely related.

The third week of November they turned their attention towards Elemental Magic. She found this branch of magic fascinating and while it was suitable to their needs, it was best used in conjunction with another form of magic. It also needed to have the blessing of the element being invoked.

The final week of November found members of the D.A. once more filling into the RoR for their weekly meeting. The two hour meeting went by in a blur with half the members writing and revising elemental rituals that would suit their goal. The remaining half were sat around the room in little groups, noses buried in books calling out book names  with the page number when they found anything that seemed relevant.

It was the day  after their weekly meeting when the first true spark of hope was found. Draco walked into the RoR barely seeing those that sat in little groups and walked straight to the door that The Room had made for him. He closed the door softly and willed it to only be seen by Ron, Severus or Iris, he didn’t want to be disturb by anyone while he was researching.

He settled into the comfortable couch before pulling a book from the stack The Room had moved for him. Draco had already been reading for two hours, he’d already discarded three books into a separate pile. A gentle sigh escaped him as he placed the useless tome he’d been reading onto the quickly growing pile of books with vague references to the magics they were trying to research but with little information of their own.

Draco cast a quick Tempus and seeing the time decided that he would look at one more book before he went off to find Ron.The next book was old, it’s cover a faded green with the embossed title nothing more than an impression in the soft leather. He gently parted the cover;


While it is not illegal, Sex Magic IS  a highly restricted branch of magic that is closely linked to both Earth Magic and Blood Magic.  In the 1300’s the practice of taking a bride to bed by the Lord of the land was a form of Earth and Sex Magic, and was a practice used by the Magical Lords of the land to bring New Blood into the Magical World. This practice stopped with the end of the Scottish War for Independence in 1357.

The keys to Sex Magic are; compatibility, companionship, feeling, and intent. Sex Magic can and will work in the absence of these keys, however, the results will be greatly diminished. It is best that the participants be bonded and their magic be in harmony with one another. With this link three of the four keys are assured, as they have shown companionship and feeling for one another by bonding. With this joining comes a  harmonizing of their magics; as such a bonded couple can produce results of astonishing proportions when their intent is focused…

“Hmm. I didn’t know there was magical blood in the Royal Family,” Draco jumped at the sudden voice. He scowled at his boyfriend for a moment before pulling the redhead's mouth to his.

“Where do you see that?” he moaned as the redhead settled between his stretched out legs. Ron pointed to the passage on the next page as he cuddled into Draco.

The End of The First Scottish War and the beginning of The Second Scottish War were both brought about by Sex Magic. Many historians feel that the high death toll and utter savageness of those who initiated the rites, was in fact the toll of using Sex Magic in conjunction with Blood Magic… The Start of the Second War was instigated by Edward III in 1332, in a Blood Sex rite that brought about the victory of his forces in Perth…

“Hmm… He could have been led in a Blood Sex rite by someone in his court and in that time Royals would have done anything to assure their victory.” Draco raked a hand through the redhead’s long hair, enjoying the closeness of his love.

As I mentioned already it is best if the participants are bonded, however, as long as they meet three of the four keys, their magical ventures will be incredibly strong. To this end should two people come together with the proper intent, with companionship and feeling for the other, the following pages are a journal of my own Sex Magic acts performed with my lover.

“Dear Merlin, it’s like one of those muggle sex films but written out!” Ron whispered, interest weighing heavy in his voice. “Bonding with a Sex Rite. Hmm, you know if this book can be copied Draco? I think we need our own copy,” he purred to the blond.




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The next morning a very tired Ron and Draco eased themselves into empty seats at the Gryffindor table and grinned at Iris. “We think we’ve found what we need to use.” Iris’ brow shot up, she didn’t think they’d find a way to get rid of Voldemort until after she’d given birth.

“Really? No bad side effects?” Both boys shook their heads, grins becoming smug and a light flush covering their cheeks. Iris giggled at them, “I take it you tried out what you found?”

Ron’s blush deepened and he slowly slid his hand across the table. Iris gasped as she saw the ring tattooed onto the left hand's ring finger. “It’s the first part of the book we found. We can’t figure out what the title is but it’s basically a journal of Sex Magic.”

“What we’ve read is fascinating all on it’s own. There’s whole sections dedicated to the use of Sex Magic with Elemental Magic and Soul Magic.” Draco leaned forward to whisper excitedly as the rest of the table glanced at them and exchanged looks with one another about what could make the Golden Black’s so excited.

Iris quite happily pulled her DA Galleon and spelled it with a meeting time before grabbing her bag and heading to the Head’s Table. She nodded to McGonagall before relaying the good news to Severus.




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December quickly came to Hogwarts, a constant chill had settled into the very stones of the castle causing everyone to use warming spells. The castle had seen a three-day  winter storm which brought piles of snow for the students to lob at one another, winds so cold you could feel your breath turning to ice,  and another reason for Severus, Ron, and Draco to fuss endlessly over Iris. She constantly found herself hiding in the RoR to escape the overly cautious men.

Today she had finally found the spell to allow her to copy the Journal on Sex Magic! She was still miffed that Draco and Severus wouldn’t give her a copy of the tome.

At seven months pregnant, Iris’ belly was quite large and while trekking through the snow to visit Hagrid was right out, reading a bloody book on magic was right up her alley. She grumbled to herself about foolishness of men when pregnant women were around. Walking carefully she steadily made her way to her rooms, a cuppa and her favorite chair were calling her name.

With the holidays quickly approaching and only two months left in her pregnancy, Iris constantly found herself curled up in a bespelled Papasan chair reading the Sex Magic Journal. Tonight was no different than any other and so she was surprised when an owl flew through the charmed window and landed on the edge of the chair. She quickly removed the missive and took the opened it when she saw the ministry seal. Her furrowed brow quickly raised as she read;

Mr. and Mrs. Severus T.  Snape
Potion Master's Quarters
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

On behalf of the emancipated minor Iris Sagitta Potter Black (Snape), Gawain Robards of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has gathered sufficient evidence to try Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore with the following charges:
Endangerment of a Magical Minor
(Six counts)
Collusion to commit Child Abuse
(Fifteen counts)
Collusion to enslave a Magical
Also to be tried, Hermione Jean Granger faces the following charges:
Collusion to commit Child Abuse
Attempted Murder
(Two Counts)
Collusion to enslave a Magical Minor
Conspiracy to commit Murder
Slander
Mister Robards requests your presence at the Ministry of Magic, Level 2; DoMLE Heads office on 6 December 1996 promptly at half past 10 in the morning. The trial for the above listed will take place no later than 13 December 1996. You will be informed of the time of the trial by owl post no later than 10 December 1996. Please arrive by Floo, as Mister Robards will have an Auror escort ready and waiting for your arrival.

Best Regards,
Auror John Dawlish, DoMLE.

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AN: The person who correctly guesses where I got the title for this chapter will have a Cameo in the next chapter. So, ladies and Gents please leave your answer in a review and what you would like your character to be named! You’ve got at least two weeks for guessing as I just started chapter 9 and I also have another story beating my Muse up.

AN2: I referred to Draco, Ron and Iris as the Golden Black’s in this chapter for the simple reason that they all carry the blood of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Draco for obvious reasons, Ron because Septimus Weasley married Cedrella Black and it’s been ‘agreed upon’ that they are/were Arthur’s parents, and Iris by Blood (Dorea Black married Charlus Potter(James’ parents?)) and Adoption.

For those that care, I all the dates I used in the letter fall on weekdays (I checked) and the names and positions hell are accurate according to HPLexicon. However, considering this is an AU, artistic license was used.



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