The Plan

A/N: Wow, this was a VERY difficult chapter to write. Please review! Thanks again to my beta, not_london.

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Genevieve Apparated back to Hogwarts and vomited on the clean green grass. Snape was only a few yards away when he saw her and quickly ran to her side.

She was kneeling on the ground wiping the vomit off her mouth when she looked up and gasped at his sight. She burst into tears crying out, "Please hold me. I love you! Don't let me go!" She clawed at his robes on her knees, sobbing hysterically. He lifted her into his arms, his face grimly set.

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "He made me do it...it was the only way to get him to tell me about the Horcrux. I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Don't apologize, Eve," he said softly. "You've nothing to be ashamed about."

He would get her cleaned up and then call the Order for an emergency meeting.

She sat in the tub as Severus washed her. She still cried and cried and refused to tell Snape what had happened to her. All she would say was Voldemort did not have intercourse with her or force her to have sex with any other man. This did little to ease his mind.

"Eve, I know better than anyone else how truly depraved and sadistic that bastard is," he confided. "I have been tortured, raped, mutilated, and have been ordered to do heinous acts to prove my loyalty. It is a hard thing to endure. But we can do this together!"

He lifted her face to his and tried to kiss her, but she winced and pulled up her knees to her chest and hid her face in shame.

"You once told me not to let him define us, Eve."

She came to herself and nodded. "Let me wash my mouth and dry my hair. Then, will you make love to me? Do we have time before the meeting? I need you Severus," she pleaded.

Snape was deeply moved by her continuing openness and vulnerability towards him. He waited in their bed until she was ready and came to him. He enveloped her into his arms and passionately kissed her mouth and worked his way down the length of her body. He badly wanted to bury his mouth in the folds hidden between her legs, but she said no.

"I just want to feel you inside me, Severus, be inside me, make me yours."

He worshiped her body, kissing and suckling on her breasts until she was writhing in desperation. He felt her wetness and he took her swiftly. She moaned as he took her and drug her hands across his back and then up into his hair.

"That's good," she moaned. "More, Severus, please!"

He drove into her relentlessly; she let herself go and went under his control.

"You are mine, Eve, I love you," he whispered huskily in her ear as he continued to thrust deeply inside her. "No woman has ever known me like you do. How you understand my pain, my life. When this is all over, you will be my wife."

She shrieked in pleasure as she came, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Tell me you're mine," he growled.

"I'm yours... I'm yours... I'm yours..." It was a mantra she couldn't stop.

"Yes," he moaned.

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Later, she was finishing putting up her hair, and Severus zipped up the back of her black dress. They were on their way to Grimmauld Place for the meeting.

As he zipped her up, he stopped, shocked in a realization. "What is it, Severus?" she asked as she put on her earrings.

"I forgot to say the incantation for the contraception, " he muttered in a horrified voice.

Genevieve's face went white. Then she hurriedly finished getting ready. "We are not going to speak of this or dwell on this matter, Severus," she said calmly. "What's done is done. Let's go."

They left the castle and walked to the Apparition point in silence. This extraordinary woman who possessed nerves of steel in the face of danger and had become his true equal in this game of deception and lies again overwhelmed Snape.

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They sat silently and stiffly around the long table in the cramped kitchen. Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Minerva, Dumbledore, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody and Harry Potter. Molly had railed against Harry's presence, that he was too young to know some of the information that would be shared in this meeting, and there had been a heated debate on both sides. Dumbledore finally placed an end to the bickering, saying that since it would have to be Harry to put an end to Voldemort's life, he needed to know exactly what situation he would be facing when he entered Malfoy Manor.

Snape and Genevieve Apparated to Grimmauld Place and entered the quiet house. Molly scurried around to greet them and break the silence.

"So glad we can finally meet properly, my dear, my name is Molly Weasley. I'm Ron and Ginny's mum." She shook hands with the young woman and offered to take her cloak.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," was all she could choke out.

Molly turned to Snape. "Severus, may I please take your cloak and would you both like to have a spot of tea?"

"Thank you, Molly, yes," he murmured.

Snape placed his hand on the small of Genevieve's back and led her into the kitchen. Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw Harry. She turned around and bumped right into Snape. "I don't think he should be here," she whispered. "I don't think I can do this."

"Please, Miss Toussaint, Severus, sit down." Dumbledore said with a hint of order in his voice.

She and Severus sat at the end of the table, side by side. How apropos, Snape thought, the two spies, together.

Dumbledore called the meeting to order. "I would like everyone to officially welcome Miss Toussaint. Her father was Igor Karkaroff, and she is working for our side along with Severus as a double agent against Voldemort. It has been an on-going situation since Christmas of '96. So for many months now, she has placed her life in mortal peril along with Severus for the Cause. Tonight, Severus informed me that Miss Toussaint has uncovered a wealth of information that may lead us finally to the permanent demise of Voldemort.

Molly came with the tea and everyone murmured their names, and introductions were passed while the young woman swallowed a bit of tea to brace her nerves.

She looked at Severus, who was sitting quietly with his arms crossed around his chest. She anxiously awaited direction and he nodded his head, indicating that she should go along and take the lead.

"I have been working undercover since I first attended the Malfoys' Christmas Gala Party in '96. I was introduced to the Dark Lord and established my presence with him. I was not accepted at first, but during the following week, at the New Year's Eve Gala, I was initiated into the realm of being a Death Eater's mistress...Severus' mistress.

A gasp emitted from a couple of the women and a couple of the men's heads looked uncomfortably down at the table. Harry, fortunately, looked confused. She took another sip and continued, trying to weigh her words carefully and discreetly.

"The Dark Lord was pleased with the initiation. I was given high praise and was asked to return the following day to take tea with him and the Malfoys. It was then he asked if I wanted to meet Bellatrix Lestrange." A low growling and murmuring rumbled from the group. "We met shortly after and have now reached a friendly relationship. The Dark Lord has been very happy with our relationship, so much so that he confided in me his disappointment over having trusted men in the past with certain precious objects. He said that Bellatrix was the only one of all his Death Eaters that he could trust. He has entrusted something precious to her and told me he wanted to entrust something to me as well, provided I continue to please him."

"What sort of relationship have you forged with Bellatrix?" asked Remus.

She glanced at Severus. "I don't think it would be proper to say in front of Mr. Potter." She started to say.

Dumbledore raised his hand in objection. "I know this is difficult and potentially humiliating, but Harry needs to know what he will be walking into when we finally make our move."

Genevieve was confused as to what type of plan they may have already forged, but she went on.

"Bellatrix and I are lovers."

"Merlin's bloody balls!" roared Mad-Eye.

"Severus, was this your doing?" Remus asked point-blank, his face full of rage.

Snape stood up angrily. "Of course, that is what I do...I'm just a procurer for the Dark Lord! I have absolutely no scruples, so I spend all my free time seducing virgins for his pleasure!"

"Dammit, Severus!" Genevieve shouted without looking up from the table. Snape sat down reluctantly.

Her outburst shocked everyone. All eyes were upon her; her anger was evident. She eyed each one of them defiantly, including Mad-Eye, and refused to be intimidated. Once she knew she had their attention, she then lit into all of them, her temper finally unleashed.

"I am the one that went into this deception, willingly, knowing full well the consequences would be dire. I have survived to join the highest strata in the Dark Lord's realm. Tonight, he officially made me his mistress, although I am to remain at Severus' side as his...for now. I was given the secret location to the Horcrux that you all have been wondering about, and I can deliver it to Mr. Potter for him to destroy. The puzzle is near completion. Now that we know Voldemort is planning on giving me the diadem, which confirms our speculations that Bellatrix must have the cup. All we have to do is figure out where she may have hidden it away, plan the destruction of the Horcuxes, and then plan the blitz attack upon Malfoy Manor when he would least expect it."

Severus finally spoke up in an acceptable tone. "It would be prudent to make this attack during a time when the Dark Lord's mind is at a heightened state of... distraction. Miss Toussaint and Narcissa Malfoy will be shortly be doing a show for the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters during a Revel. It would be a most opportune moment to catch all of them off guard and in a vulnerable state. Of course this means that not all of the Death Eaters will be accounted for, but when you cut of the head..." he trailed off.

"... the body will fall apart," finished Dumbledore.

"The Aurors will have a time of it to track 'em all down, but at least with the bastard dead, it'll be much easier to do," said Mad-Eye.

"Not to mention that only the top echelon will be present; the remaining Death Eaters will be easy to subdue and catch, since they are not fanatical or even particularly loyal enough to resist an Auror attack," added Snape.

The silence was deafening. Everyone had questions, some already knew the answers, but no one wanted to hear or tell the information.

"Mr. Potter," said Severus, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are going to be the one who finishes this! Do my ears deceive me? Have you no questions to ask? Or shall I be forced to Floo Miss Granger here. Surely she would have a least two hundred questions on the specifics of Miss Toussaint and Madam Lestrange's relationship alone, not to mention another two hundred questions on the exact definition of the word 'show.'" His hard black eyes pierced Harry's green ones.

Harry glanced around the room, clearly uncomfortable.

"You're not helping," Genevieve hissed at Snape.

"Perhaps it would be best for the men to have a word with Potter; I know the women would like to have a word with Miss Toussaint," piped up Minerva.

The ladies stayed as the men took their leave down the hall. Now, Genevieve was alone with Tonks, Minerva and Molly.

"Blimey," said Tonks quietly.

"Indeed," snipped Minerva. "What in the name of heaven has been going on here?" Her eyes pierced through Genevieve's. Did Severus force you into this type of debauchery?"

"NO! Really, Minerva, ladies, this came about so oddly, and it is my job as a spy to do whatever it takes to get the information we need. It's no different than the humiliations Severus has had to endure over the years. This is, after all, war."

Tonks blurted out, "Are you shagging Snape?"

Molly sputtered in her tea. "Really now, Tonks, that is a private question!"

Genevieve smiled ruefully. "I think we passed private around the time I had to reveal my undercover role as a lesbian. And that is what it is...a cover. I love Severus and he loves me. We've been lovers since this whole thing started, but I've known Severus since I was a girl, and I've loved him as long as I can remember. In fact, tonight he told me when this is over, he wants me to be his wife."

"Good Lord," said Molly. The other two were gobsmacked.

Genevieve brought them back on point. "Look, this 'show' that is taking place...and soon...if I have my radar on correctly, is basically a Dark Revel. Narcissa Malfoy and I will be having sex in front of all the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord. So when you all descend, be prepared. It's going to be unpleasant to view. I just hope Harry doesn't get too distracted that he can't do his end of things."

"I feel faint," said Minerva weakly.

"Look," Tonks said roughly. "I know all about these initiations, revels, the so-called 'Sisterhood', she is in it up to her neck and, she's still treading water. You got some set of brass ones. I never would of thought it by the look of you."

"Thanks," said Genevieve.

Molly took Minerva aside and Tonks took the opportunity to ask, "How did you get the bastard to give it up? I don't squick out about things. I know how it works."

Genevieve looked her straight in the eyes and told her what Voldemort did to her. Her eyes grew large, but she set her mouth firm. "Like I said, you got a set of brass ones alright. No wonder you love Snape, compared to old Voldy he's a right scrummy bugger, in'e?"

Genevieve laughed. Oh, it was so good to laugh!

"Now, to the good stuff." Tonks proceeded. "His wanker's got to be huge! I mean that nose? And he's got a right good temper on him, too. Probably shags like a three-balled alley cat!"

Genevieve laughed so hard the women whispering on the other side of the room whipped around to them, and Mad-Eye stuck his head in the door.

"Oh, sod off, Moody! This is girl talk, this is!" Tonks said cheekily.

Genevieve was still giggling, but managed a reply. "True, he is very passionate and I am very pleased with his endowment. And he does give me a right good seeing to from time to time, but that's all I can reveal. He would have my arse if he knew I was talking to you like this!"

"And he's probably already had your arse, if the information I got on those initiations is spot on!" she retorted darkly. "I mean, how are you really?"

Genevieve's eyes went off in the distance as she remembered that horrible night. "I think it was harder on Severus than it was on me. I had to merely endure it; he's the one who had to inflict the pain."

"You really love him, don't you?'

"Sometimes, I feel it so much I don't even know how to express the words."

The men eventually returned, worn out and grumpy. Harry was blushing, and his eyes were all glassy, as if he were in another dimension. Snape came with their cloaks and told her they were leaving. He hurriedly rushed her out the door before she could say a proper goodbye to everyone.

"Severus, what is wrong with you?" she asked as they left the Apparition boundary to walk back to the castle. His grip on her arm was painful, and he wasn't meeting her eye. She ground her feet into the earth and halted him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, just bloody Potter, had to give him a bloody crash course on sex education, and if I don't get you into my bed soon, you're going to get a great big surprise right here on the ground!" he snarled.

She tried to hide her giggling, but was caught by her lover.

"It's not funny!" he yelled.

"Yes it is!" she laughed. She laughed so hard she almost fell over. Exasperated, the Potions master picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. "We'll see who's laughing in a couple hours!" he sneered as she laughed all the way back to the dungeons.

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The search and recovery of the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw gave the Order much cause for celebration. A grand party was thrown at Grimmauld Place. Everyone drank, even the Weasleys allowed Ginny to have some champagne. It was a merry night; all inhibitions went out the window. Before the night ended, Tonks and Remus sat snogging in the corner, as did Bill and Fleur on the stairs, Ron and Hermione in a closet, and Harry and Ginny hidden off somewhere, of course, under the radar of Molly Weasley.

Genevieve was contented to snuggle close to the Potions master. Never one to show his softer side in public, she was content in her tipsy daze to burrow into the crook of her lover's arms. Snape looked down at his Slytherin beauty. She was singing softly, half-asleep.

"Oh, I know that song!" Tonks burst out after suctioning her lips off of Remus.

Genevieve snapped fully awake. "What?" she asked groggily.

"That song, "How can I tell you, I love you, I love you..." she hummed more of the tune. My parents love that song!" She jumped off Lupin's lap and went up to her room. Severus frowned at Genevieve. She came down with a box and some square plastic things. Hermione had emerged from the closet and was now walking over to see the fuss.

"Oh, it's a CD Player! These are CD discs. They play Muggle music."

"Ever the know-it-all," Severus hissed into Genevieve's ear.

"Behave!" Genevieve hissed back.

Soon, music was filling the house with the beautiful song Genevieve had been singing. She stood with Severus, his arms slowly wound around her waist, and she closed her eyes, recalling the night she first met her love.

Severus reached a hand to her face and drew her to his and kissed her in front of everyone. Soon, the room was full of the entire house's partiers, all watching the scene of love before them. It seemed no one was breathing, lest they interrupt the unique magic the two lovers were creating.

When they parted, Severus had a smile on his face that shocked everyone in the room. It was a moment unprecedented, for Severus Snape, the black-hearted, angry, bitter wizard had finally shown his deeper, vulnerable side to the world.

Lupin was the first to talk. "Severus, I never knew you could smile."

As soon as he ended his sentence, the smile was swiped clean off Snape's face. He turned and marched off into the kitchen.

"It's okay," Genevieve whispered to the crowd. "He's embarrassed; give him space."

Sure enough, the wizard came back as soon as the festivities carried on. Forgotten, he slipped back in and sat with Genevieve. She smiled and nestled in the crook of his arm.

"I'm sorry," he whispered gruffly. "I don't like teasing...especially from the werewolf!"

Genevieve looked up at his scowling face. "I know, Severus. The words just don't come naturally for both of us, do they?"

He snorted at her remark, but pulled her closer to him

So safe, she thought.

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A/N: Credit for the "three-balled alley cat" goes to my best friend, Joni, who lives in England.